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Too well informed to do that."
too well informed to do that."
"No, I wasn't thinking of that sort of thing.  Every doctor
  "No, I wasn't thinking of that sort of thing.  Every doctor
has references available and he can always come up with something
has references available and he can always come up with something
which is at least officially recommended for the situation he is
which is at least officially recommended for the situation he is
dealing with.  No, I was thinking of the thousand trivial instances
dealing with.  No, I was thinking of the thousand trivial instances
where a patient comes to an interval, not with a simple disturbance
where a patient comes to an internist, not with a simple disturbance
which calls for a simple and objective measure - those visits
which calls for a simple and objective measure - those visits
are really surprisingly rare.  Usually the problem is oblique,
are really surprisingly rare.  Usually the problem is oblique,
to say the least; the symptom is more or less symbolic and
to say the least; the symptom is more or less symbolic and
the answer wanted as, therefore, mystic.  Partly this arises because
the answer wanted is, therefore, mystic.  Partly this arises because
the patient is not willing to be factual, partly because he is activated  
the patient is not willing to be factual, partly because he is activated  
by superstitions and does not recognize it because he feels that he
by superstitions and does not recognize it because he feels that he
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had, a woman who came in complaining of undue fatigue,  I took a  
had, a woman who came in complaining of undue fatigue,  I took a  
careful history, did a complete examination and received the blood
careful history, did a complete examination and received the blood
counts and receive analysis, but found nothing to account for
counts and urine analysis, but found nothing to account for
the complaints.  "I didn't really come for all this," she said.   
the complaints.  "I didn't really come for all of this," she said.   
"I just wanted you to give me a tonic."  This left me nonplussed and
"I just wanted you to give me a tonic."  This left me nonplussed and
while she was dressing I slipped down the hall to another [[??]]
while she was dressing I slipped down the hall to [crossed out: another] older internist
who was in the same office.  "Fred," I said, "what in the world
who was in the same office.  "Fred," I said, "what in the world
do you do if a patient comes in demanding a tonic?  What do they
do you do if a patient comes in demanding a tonic?  What do they
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washing machine or leave the car for them."  "What in the world
washing machine or leave the car for them."  "What in the world
should I do about that?"  "Give them what they ask for.  Anything
should I do about that?"  "Give them what they ask for.  Anything
you want, just it's dark and better and smells very bad.  I'll
you want, just as it's dark and bitter and smells very bad.  I'll
write down some of them, if you like, just to get started with."
write down some of them, if you like, just to get started with."
I took the notations and went back to my patient.  As I
  I took the notations and went back to my patient.  As I
looked over my notes I had a quick vision of myself plodding home from my
looked over my notes I had a quick vision of myself plodding home from my
office every afternoon thinking of the placebos I had spent the afternoon
office every afternoon thinking of the placebos I had spent the afternoon
prescribing.  The substances being ever blacker and more malodorous
prescribing, the substances being ever blacker and more malodorous
and myself more compromised.  So I explained to the stupefied Mrs.  B
and myself more compromised.  So I explained to the stupefied Mrs.  B
that there was really no such thing as a tonic, that is, a medicine
that there was really no such thing as a tonic, that is, a medicine

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too well informed to do that."

  "No, I wasn't thinking of that sort of thing.  Every doctor

has references available and he can always come up with something which is at least officially recommended for the situation he is dealing with. No, I was thinking of the thousand trivial instances where a patient comes to an internist, not with a simple disturbance which calls for a simple and objective measure - those visits are really surprisingly rare. Usually the problem is oblique, to say the least; the symptom is more or less symbolic and the answer wanted is, therefore, mystic. Partly this arises because the patient is not willing to be factual, partly because he is activated by superstitions and does not recognize it because he feels that he is above "ignorant superstitions." With reference to the category of the symbolic symptoms I can remember one of the first patients I ever had, a woman who came in complaining of undue fatigue, I took a careful history, did a complete examination and received the blood counts and urine analysis, but found nothing to account for the complaints. "I didn't really come for all of this," she said. "I just wanted you to give me a tonic." This left me nonplussed and while she was dressing I slipped down the hall to [crossed out: another] older internist who was in the same office. "Fred," I said, "what in the world do you do if a patient comes in demanding a tonic? What do they mean?" "They mean they want their husbands to get a new washing machine or leave the car for them." "What in the world should I do about that?" "Give them what they ask for. Anything you want, just as it's dark and bitter and smells very bad. I'll write down some of them, if you like, just to get started with."

  I took the notations and went back to my patient.  As I

looked over my notes I had a quick vision of myself plodding home from my office every afternoon thinking of the placebos I had spent the afternoon prescribing, the substances being ever blacker and more malodorous and myself more compromised. So I explained to the stupefied Mrs. B that there was really no such thing as a tonic, that is, a medicine