Belching several times, easy; no taste.
A drawing pain in right external ear.
Lumbar back feels tired as though it would ache.
Neck feels tired, with slight cracking in upper part on moving the head.
Shallow breathing which seems from languor, with a desire to take a deep inspiration occasionally.
A kind of tired feeling through abdomen and chest.
A general sense of weariness.
A feeling about head as though I would become dizzy.
Pain in upper left teeth.
A sensation as though I would have a very loose stool (pa.s.sed away without a stool).
Feeling rather stupid and sleepy.
A sensation in the spleen as though it would ache.
Saliva more profuse than usual; keeps me swallowing often.
Pain in abdomen to right of navel.
Dull aching through forehead.
Face feels warm as if flushed, also head; becomes general over body, as if feverish.
Aching across upper sacral region.
Legs very weary from short walk.
Pain at upper part of right ilium.
General sense of weariness from a very short walk, especially through pelvis, sacral region and upper thighs. I feel strongly inclined to lie down and rest.
Qualmishness at stomach, as though I should become nauseated.
General sense of malaise and weariness becoming quite marked.
Aching above inner angle of right eye.
A kind of simmering all through the body.
Felt impelled to lie down, and on falling to sleep a sense of waving dizziness pa.s.ses all over me, preventing sleep.
At times I feel as though I should become cold or have a chill, then I feel as though I should become feverish or hot, though neither is very marked.
Eyes feel heavy and sleepy.
Uneasiness in lower abdomen.
Gaping, yawning and desire to stretch.
Legs are restless; feel like stretching and moving them.
I feel very much as I did one time before having the ague, twenty-five years ago.
Odor from cooking is pleasing, but I have no desire for dinner. Yet when I sit down I eat a good dinner with relish.
Dizziness on rising from a reclining position.
Feel generally better after eating dinner.
Aching in the occiput.
During the afternoon leg weary.
Unusual hearty appet.i.te for supper (the good appet.i.te keeps with me for some days).
A good night"s rest following, and have felt much brighter and generally better ever since the first day. (Healing.)
I have no doubt had I repeated the inhalations several times I should have been very sick. It is not necessary to push a proving to extremes.
I think Hahnemann did not as a rule. If I were strong I should push this proving, but I dare not. Who will take it up?
(Apropos of the foregoing Dr. G. Hering, of England, made the following suggestions which hint at a possible use of the remedy in tuberculosis):
What curious discoveries are made by the observant! Witness the following remarks of Dr. Casanova, as recorded in the _h.o.m.oeopathic Review_ of over thirty years ago:
"I know several localities in South America, Africa and Spain where the marsh miasma has unquestionably arrested and cured that fatal scourge of the human race, phthisis pulmonalis, without any other treatment or restriction in food or drink. And why should not the climate of the fen lands of Lincolnshire, in the neighborhood of Spalding, prove as curative an agent for this disease as the climate of so many foreign regions where patients go and die, deprived of all the comforts of a home? Penzance, among the British localities, is reported to be superior to nine-tenths of the places to which patients are sent.
Penzance, then, and Spalding should be particularly studied by medical men and recommended to consumptive individuals who wish to enjoy the benefits and advantages of a national place of relief, if not of cure."
Upon reading this I began to reflect upon the limitless nature of science. We never seem to find either beginning or end to it. Circles within circles, and no one can tell what communications there are between those circles. We cannot trace them. We are lost in infinity.
Miasmatic places are the most healthy places--for some of us at least.
Now, I think of it, I find I can give some support to this statement of Dr. Casanova. I was once on board a Liverpool steamer which put into Aspinwall, on the swampy Isthmus of Panama, for nine days. Upon our return home several of the sailors, otherwise healthy fellows, were prostrated by what was called Panama fever, whilst I myself, who had formerly suffered from tubercular disease of the lungs, was totally unaffected.
MULLEIN OIL.
PREPARATION.--Fill a bottle with the blossoms from the Verbasc.u.m thapsus, cork tight, and hang in the sun for four or five weeks. By that time there will be an oily liquid distilled. Mix with ten per cent. of alcohol.
(Dr. A. M. Cushing introduced this now rather well-known remedy to the medical profession in 1884. He writes of it as follows):
The history of it is this: My father"s house was the home for all poor tramps, as well as ministers, etc. He fell into the river, got water in his ears and was quite deaf for months. A blind man called, heard loud conversation, asked the cause, etc., then said for kindness received he would tell us how to make something that would surely cure him, and it was worth a thousand dollars in New York city. We made the oil, put it in his ears at night, and he was well in the morning. For years we kept a bottle of it, and it travelled all around the towns and did wonders.