What do the following children's books have in common?
- All-of-a-Kind Family by Sydney Taylor
- The Little House novels by Laura Ingalls Wilder
- The Moffats by Eleanor Estes
- Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
- The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
- They were all written at least sixty years ago.
- They all contain characters who came down with that dreaded Victorian malady: scarlet fever.
- They were the reason why I, having read them all, correctly diagnosed Sam with scarlet fever last week. The doctors were skeptical, but in the end a throat swab doesn't lie.
So yeah, I don't hold a grudge against the doctors... though I have every right to, because they may not think I noticed it, but I was VERY aware of the "Uh-Oh, Crazy Mom Alert" looks and barely veiled eyerolling, even over the phone.
The good news: We caught the illness early, gave it a serious penicillin smackdown, and by watching Will vigilantly, were able to catch it even earlier with him, before he got all rashed up.
The bad news: No velveteen rabbits got a chance to become real.
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I think you are just being hysterical. I think Victorian doctors had a machine that can clear that up. Or no, wait: the other kind of hysterical, meaning funny (and all you can do with that is keep going as you are).
I had scarlet fever when I was a kid, and I think my Mom also diagnosed based on literature. It was still barely fashionable in the early 1970s, so the doctor was more accommodating to her suggestions as I recall.
I would like to start a band and call it Wandering Uterus. Who's with me?
Jagosaurus, only -- ONLY -- if we're an itinerant rockabilly band and I get to play the banjo.
Having a similar experience with a missed diagnosis, I couldn't agree more that you have to do your own research and advocate for yourself. Think of a family doctor as an overeducated, haughty, sensitive, prescription pad. It's not their fault. This doesn't apply to surgeons however. Surgeons are God. All hail the surgeon!
i think you should start small, maybe with some mumps so you can sport that spotted kerchief tied round your head. and then maybe move onto a nice malaise a la Rose in Eight Cousins...just don't contract whatever killed Beth.
Itinerant rockabilly band it is. I look forward to your magical banjo workings.
Well done! Next up: grippe, ague, consumption, and typhus.
So the fact that I've never read, or wanted to read, any of these books means that I am going to die?
I knew it!
All I'm going to say, Carrie, is that if you ever want to make something of yourself as a hypochondriac, you're going to have to read a lot more older kiddie lit. Kids were always getting sick from cool-sounding ailments back then. Our newfangled vaccinations have ruined all that.
...because, really, what in life CAN'T be explained with a wandering uterus?
I am glad to know that children's literature serves such a concrete, prophylactic function in our lives!
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