Even while her mother talked, my patient fell away into
the stupor from which I had aroused her.
My treatment of the case coincided with the practice of men eminent
in the school of medicine to which I then belonged. I am not a
disciple of that school now, having found a system of exacter
science, and one compassing more certain results with smaller risk
and less waste of physical energy.
In order to remove the uneasiness of which my patient complained, I
gave an emetic. Its action was salutary, causing a determination
towards the skin, and opening the pores, as well as relieving the
oppression from which she suffered.
"How is your head now?" I asked, after she had been quiet for some
minutes.
"Better. I feel scarcely any pain."
"So far, all is right," said I, cheerfully.
The mother looked at me with an anxious face. I arose, and we
retired from the room together. Before leaving, I spoke
encouragingly to my patient, and promised to see her early in the
morning.
"My daughter is very sick, Doctor. What is the disease?" The mother
spoke calmly and firmly.
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