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wrung off, chricks in my throat, my pulse stopping every 5th 4th or
third beat, my right foot as cold as clay, nights without sleep as if there had been no such affections in nature, & my left hand shaking like an Aspen leaf. -- All this was nothing.-- No more it was to these grand '  ' [self taught, ignorant]
geniuses. Besides the folly & nonsense of these
dogmatic enunciations it is a barbarous practice & undoes us poor Drs at once, for who the Devil will send for a man to Judge of his Ails who is supposed to know nothing of his own and indeed I was resolved to make use of this doctrine in my own favour with a Lady who told me nothing was the matter with me but magots & spleen, (& supposing that to be the case Spleen as you know is nothing) and I was as well as any man in England if I would but think so. -- well says I & have you RX to write those thoughts? when you talk'd of iron hoops squeezing your Head, spasms tearing yr bowels, & gravel fretting your kidneys, did I sneer at you, & say you had neither Hoops, spasms nor gravel? however to cut matters short, keep em all to yr. self for the future, for I shall never come nigh em, or to be charitable) get rid of em as well as you can, as I shall of mine if I can, and so I lost her or rather she coud not get me, but about a year ago I was too well & in too good spirits to have any wrath about me, & thought twas better to cure fools than kill em, but one ungratefull puppy I let groon with a Rheumatism till He paid me plentifully for his Insult, tho' twas rather too servere a Pennance, because the pertness of a fool can't give one much disturbance. Your wits pay for their incredulity with their Archness and their
And so my dear friend let you & I get well, as fast as we
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