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One great thing about studying in a medical library is that, while wandering through the stacks, you occasionally come across the most fantastic books. I was hiding away in some stacks to chat on the phone when this gem caught my eye: Sexual Neurasthenia, Its Hygiene, Causes and Symptoms and Treatment With a Chapter on Diet for the Nervous. The main author, George Beard, was apparently a mid-19th century neurologist who conflated a bunch of “maladies” into a single diagnosis called sexual neurasthenia, and then advocated sexual neurasthenia, and then advocated electrocution as a cure-all. Even back then most doctors thought this sounded like quackery. Anyway, the book is full of unintentional hilarity, but thanks to the Google Books version I can include just this one:
Ergot? Rectal electrodes? Strychnine? Digitalis? That’s what I call serious fucking business.
Started hematology today in school at 8am. By 8:15 I was already wondering, hoping really, that it was all just a very vivid dream. I like vampire movies and hungry sky gods that demand blood sacrifices as much as the next person, the blood is the life and all that, but endless pictures of indistinguishable little blood cells is a poor way to start a Monday morning after several blissful months of not really having to deal with any of this stuff at all. Eosinophils, basophils and neutrophils, oh my. On the plus side, I can now feel a small, deep satisfaction at being slightly less clueless than 134 first year medical students that started today.