The smell of food cooking nauseates to faintness.
Fall dysenteries when the days are warm and nights cold; stools shreddy and bloody, like scrapings.
Swelling of joints moving from one place to another; they are often DROPSICAL and pit on pressure; worse in extremes of wet and cold, or warm and dry (Kent)
This remedy has one of the most positive and reliable characteristic symptoms in the whole materia medica and one which cannot be accounted for from any pathological standpoint that I know of. I mention this here because there is a seeming desire on the part of some to base all their prescriptions on pathological indications. I have no objections to their doing so if they can and succeed in curing their patients. But I claim full recognition for the value of those subjective, sensational symptoms and the modalities which cannot be accounted for. Indeed, I feel quite sure that the well-verified subjective symptoms are oftener to be relied upon in curing our patients than all the pathological conditions we know. Now for the symptoms. “THE SMELL OF FOOD COOKING NAUSEATES TO FAINTNESS.” To illustrate the value of this symptom I will give a case of my experience with a potency as high as 200th. Patient was a lady, seventy-five years of age, who was suddenly ceased with sickness at the stomach and vomiting of blood in large quantities; then bloody stools followed, which were at first profuse, then became small and bloody mucus. There was great tenesmus and pain in the bowels. ACON., MERC., NUX-V., IPEC., HAM., and SULPH., all tried as well as I knew how to select them at that time, but no relief came, and at the end of twelve days my patient was rapidly going down and it looked to me as though she must die. She had become so weak that she could not lift her head from the pillow. By actual count the number of stools passed by clothes in the bed was sixty-five, in twenty-four hours, the pains, number of passage and all symptoms were worse from sundown to sunrise(this is another characteristic of COLCH.,
Now during all this sickness this patient had been so nauseated and faint at the smell of cooking food that they had been obliged to keep the doors closed between her bedroom and the kitchen, which was two large rooms away. I was not so well acquainted with Materia Medica then as now, and while I did not overlook the symptom did not know of any remedy that had it. But I had my Lippe text book of Materia Medica in my carriage and I went out and got it and set down at the bedside; determined to find the peculiar and persistent symptom and “fight it out on that line if it took all summer.” I began at ACON., and looked at the stomach symptoms of every remedy, until, the first time I remembered ever having noticed it, there it stood in plain English under COLCH., Then I looked in my medicine case for the remedy. None there, and I was four miles from home. I had a box of Dunham’s 200th under my carriage seat that had been there for over a year, but which I had never used for want of confidence in high potency. It was the best I could do for the present, so I dissolved a few pellets in a half glass of cold water, and directed to give one teaspoonful after every passage of the bowels. On my way home I stopped my horse two or three times to turn around and go back and give that poor suffering women some medicine. I felt guilty, but I said to myself this is Lippe’s Materia Medica and these are Dunham’s potencies, and here is a clean cut indication for its administration, and the other symptoms do not counter indicate. Well I got home. But I started early the next morning, to try and make amends for my rashness (if the patient was not dead)of yesterday. Imagine my surprise as I stepped into the sickroom when my patient slowly turned her head upon the pillow and said, with a smile, “Good morning, Doctor.” I had been met with a groan several past mornings. I felt faint myself then. I dropped into a chair by the bedside and remarked, “You are feeling better.” “oh!, yes Doctor.” “How much of that last medicine did you take??” “Two doses; I only had two more stools after you left.” “Don’t you have any more pain?” ” Pain stopped like that” (putting her hands together) “and I feel well except weakness.” She took no more medicine, quickly recovered, and was perfectly well for five years after, and finally died at eighty years of age. I never got over that surprise. Convinced against my will, but NOT of the same opinion still.
Now I fell to experimenting with the 200th in downright earnest. I have cured many cases since of autumnal dysentery with this remedy on the same indication, and with the same potency. I have also cured a very severe case of typhlitis (now called appendicitis, for which they so often operate with more deaths than were ever known before the operation became popular)on the same symptom, which was markedly present in the case. Bright’s disease, a bad case, was also cured, this symptom being present, and so I have been at length in giving my experience with this remedy in order to prove three things: