Del clásico de la literatura inglesa Three Men in a Boat, de
Jerome K. Jerome…
“…I sat and reflected. I thought what an interesting case I must be from
a medical point of view, what an acquisition I should be to a class! Students
would have no need to “walk the hospitals,” if they had me. I was a hospital in
myself. All they need do would be to walk round me, and, after that, take their
diploma.
Then I wondered how long I had to live. I tried to examine myself. I felt
my pulse. I could not at first feel any pulse at all. Then, all of a sudden, it seemed to start
off. I pulled out my watch and timed it. I made it a hundred and forty-seven to
the minute. I tried to feel my heart. I
could not feel my heart. It had stopped beating. I have since been induced to
come to the opinion that it must have been there all the time, and must have been
beating, but I cannot account for it. I patted myself all over my front, from
what I call my waist up to my head, and I went a bit round each side, and a
little way up the back. But I could not
feel or hear anything. I tried to look at my tongue. I stuck it out as far as ever it would go,
and I shut one eye, and tried to examine it with the other. I could only see
the tip, and the only thing that I could gain from that was to feel more
certain than before that I had scarlet fever.
I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a
decrepit wreck.
I went to my medical man. He is an old friend of mine, and feels my
pulse, and looks at my tongue, and talks about the weather, all for nothing,
when I fancy I’m ill; so I thought I would do him a good turn by going to him
now. “What a doctor wants,” I said, “is practice. He shall have me. He will get
more practice out of me than out of seventeen hundred of your ordinary,
commonplace patients, with only one or two diseases each.” So I went straight
up and saw him, and he said:
“Well, what’s the matter with you?”
I said:
“I will not take up your time, dear boy, with telling you what is the
matter with me. Life is brief, and you
might pass away before I had finished. But I will tell you what is not the
matter with me. I have not got
housemaid’s knee. Why I have not got housemaid’s knee, I cannot tell you; but
the fact remains that I have not got it.
Everything else, however, I have got.”
And I told him how I came to discover it all.
Then he opened me and looked down me, and took my wrist, and then he hit
me over the chest when I wasn’t expecting it—a cowardly thing to do, I call
it—and immediately afterwards butted me with the side of his head. After that, he sat down and wrote out a
prescription, and folded it up and gave it me, and I put it in my pocket and
went out.”… (Adaptado de Three Men in a Boat, de Jerome K. Jerome)
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