You know, I never have the time to write a paper. The steno typist saves my life.
The title of this is just two words, “Inside Out.” You remember from embryology that the skin and the nervous system develop from the same layer, therefore m case are going to be those of the skin and those of the mind–five skin and one mind. Also, because I like the number seven, I am going to give you one more case at the end, which is neither skin nor mind, but, to put it mildly (for Dr. Grimmers sake), a tumor. I personally think it was a sarcoma, but as it wasnt operated upon, nobody can be sure. In that case the “inside out” still applies because, as you will see when we come to it, the mental symptoms disappeared first and the physical later.
To start, then, with the first of the skin cases, that bane of the regular physician, eczema:
Case No. 1– Mrs. H. O., thirty-four, never heard of Homoeopathy. She had such terrible eczema of the hands that she was incapacitated from earning her living as a pianist. It is interesting how fate brings forward the one aspect that you need ad use. She was dressed to a “T.” She was exquisite-platinum silver hair, grey eyes, alabaster skin, immaculate–rather frightened, coming to a strange kind of doctor. A very cosmopolitan lady, who had toured Europe to play. She was singularly symptomless except for these poor hands, which were bound up. I unrolled the gauze and looked at them. They were a mess–cracks, bleeding–just horrible hands.
The one interesting thing in her history was that twenty years ago, when she was a girl, she had had violent eczema of the hands and had been hospitalized. They had given her every known salve. nothing happened. Nature was too strong for them. Finally, they gave her x-ray treatments. She smiled–“and that cured me.” Through the years was a pianist and had no trouble with her hands until two years I saw her. Then the who thing came back again, worse than ever. She had tried everything up and down Park Avenue, and down Park Avenue, and up and down wherever he street is in Chicago where they have doctors. No “soap !” She still couldnt play and was practically in decline as a real artist is when thwarted.
There was no family history, or none that would help me, no history of tuberculosis, very few symptoms. I looked at her. Her. Her was mousy under the dye, her skin was too lovely, her temperament was too excessive under restraint, and I thought for once I was going to follow instinct, so I gave her Tuberculinum 10M, one dose. I have seen her only twice since then, but every two weeks she writes from wherever she is, or calls up if she is near enough,and says, “I dont need to come in. My hands are wonderful. I am playing. I am so grateful, but you had better send me some more of those little pills because I dont have enough. Last night I only took three, instead of four, and I didnt do quite as well”.
Case No. 2–Something apparently quite trivial–a girl of fourteen, whose father brought her in. She was a little fat girl; oh, I am slender in comparison.(Dr. Hubbard considers herself fat. Actually she is merely junoesque!–ED.) She was weepy when we talked about her symptoms. She had eczema of the face, poor child, bleeding, cracked–what a mess ! She had lovely blond hair, and a pretty frock, but her face was just a battlefield.
She had a history of first menses a year ago, pinkish, three days, no symptoms, and none since. Basal metabolism was normal. What to do ? Cracks, fatness, flippancy, weeping! I fond out she was moderately constipated in spite of a beautiful diet–Graphites 10m, one dose.
Two weeks later a very pretty girl walked into my office without papa, with a smile, with a face all clear except a couple of little tiny places on the cheeks, and her first remark was, “I had a period two day after I saw you”.
That case is fairly recent, so we shall see.
Case No. 3–Master D. G., poor child, had had all the conventional allergy tests, some eighty of them. He is seven. The only thing they found him allergic to was wheat. If he passes by a bakery, he begins to scratch; so mama cut out all the wheat. Try to feed a nice, healthy exuberant seven-year-old and let him go play in other peoples houses without wheat. If he had wheat, he busted out all over, like June, face, elbows, knees, back, every where but his “tummy”.
He was a cute kid, blond, intelligent, happy, cheery; chilly. however. I said to the mother, “Doesnt he have anything but this allergy to wheat?”.
“Oh, ” she said,”of course, he has always had a sniffle”.