Sunday, August 21, 2011

Medicine Man

There have been some health issues afoot in the Boyce household of late, so issues pertaining to doctors and medicine have been on my mind. So today we're going to take a peek at the Regency's version of the medical establishment. At the beginning of the nineteenth century, what we would collectively term the medical field consisted largely of three levels of practitioner: the physician, the surgeon, and the apothecary.

Physicians were the most socially prestigious of the three practitioners. Only physicians were granted the title "Dr." They typically came from genteel families who could afford educations for their sons. There were no medical schools in England and training, such as it was, was wholly academic in nature. Those who aspired to become physicians studied texts centuries (and sometimes millenia) old--not for historical perspective, mind you, but for actual professional guidance. The Royal College of Physicians licensed physicians, but an additional fellowship could be obtained by those who studied at Cambridge or Oxford. Most physicians practiced in London, where they could build up a clientele with money and social standing.


I deign to touch your wrist, but we will never speak of this again.
 The licensed physician, or "physic," was considered a gentleman and therefore not technically in trade. He did nothing that smacked of manual labor. When summoned by his wealthy clients, the physician merely took a case history and offered verbal consultation. He did not give physical exams, except, perhaps, to take the pulse at the wrist. He most assuredly did not deal with blood or bones or pustules, perish the thought. What he did do, was prescribe drugs. Lots of them. These prescriptions were filled by the apothecary, who we'll visit in just a moment.

Next down the medical totem was the real workhorse of Regency medicine, the surgeon. Unlike modern surgeons, the nineteenth century surgeon was not given the "Dr." designation in his name, only "Mr." There was no formal training to become a surgeon. A young man who wished to practice surgery carried out an apprenticeship, the same system through which blacksmiths and carpenters and every other manual laborer trained.

The local "sawbones" worked in the trenches of human suffering. He set broken bones and performed amputations and surgeries and bleedings. Many of his patients would die of infection after an operation, but bacteria and sanitation were not yet understood; he did his best with the knowledge available to him. The local surgeon was summoned in the middle of the night to attend the sick and almost certainly suffered every sort of indignity as he treated all manner of digestive complaints. Food poisoning was rife, as were ailments resulting from impure water and even contamination from storage containers. The surgeon was confronted with illnesses such as influenza and small pox, as well as chronic conditions like diabetes, arthritis, and gout.

An interesting historical tidbit: In the early nineteenth century, surgeons were legally prohibited from performing dissections on human corpses, except for the remains of executions. The papier-mâché models created for training purposes just weren't sufficient to teach real human anatomy. Necessity brought surgeons into partnership with the criminal element. Grave robbers, called "resurrection men," dug up freshly buried bodies and sold them to surgeons who used the corpses to expand their understanding of anatomy and disease.
The skeleton was a surprisingly able assistant.

Of course it will work! I wouldn't lie to you in this hat.
Also, I have an aloe plant, so you know I'm legit.
The third practitioner in the Regency medical world was the apothecary, the nineteenth century version of the modern pharmacist. He was most decidedly in trade, and had no social standing whatsoever. When a physician wrote out a prescription for a client, the apothecary filled it. He compounded medications from his store of minerals and herbs. Tinctures, ointments, salves, and extracts could all be purchased from the village apothecary. The ambitious apothecary might also concoct his own secret recipes to treat everything from itchy feet to heart arythmias. In small communities that lacked even a surgeon, an apothecary could be summoned to attend a patient. However, he was not allowed to charge for his medical advice--only for his medicines.

As the century wore on, the medical field evolved to give rise to the general practitioner, the doctor whose knowledge combined that of the physician and the surgeon. Getting there was slow going, however, and so the health of those who lived during the Regency was directly affected by the social status of the men who treated them.

5 comments:

  1. Sorry for the medical woes. I believe that many of us would have been dead by now if we had to rely on medicine of olde.

    I wonder though, about the history here.....You know I deal with two historical periods back from your field of expertise, but the same Country. As the early modern came to a close, late 17th century and thereabouts after the revolution and towards the restoration, medical\science study was really developing quickly. And there was huge interest in the workings of anatomy and the body. In fact, amongst the high society types it was considered quite the thing to attend an Anatomy Theater to watch a human dissection as one would a play. Fine Ladies and Gentlemen would attend and sit in the amphitheater to watch it all go down.
    Here is a good shot from the Leiden theater:
    http://www.princeton.edu/~his291/Leiden_Anatomy.html

    If fine society folk found themselves in Leiden, they would never miss a chance to attend.

    I wonder if something shifted from that point towards the Regency and eventually culminating in the Victorian prudishness. Curious. Or, if perhaps there was a social difference between the continent and England itself, because the most popular anatomy theaters were in The Netherlands. Cavendish, who I write about, was in exile there during the interregnum and she was almost obsessively focused on her health and the workings of the body and medicines that were prescribed to her and her husband..the most vile purges and concoctions that we know now were actually poison...

    If you are interested in a great book that stretches across medicine, literature, and social dynamics of medicine and anatomy (I daresay through the Regency as well) with some disturbingly fascinating pictures look up Jonathan Sawday's "The Body Emblazoned: Dissection and the Human Body in Renaissance Culture" REALLY great resource and superbly researched and written....
    http://books.google.com/books?id=pKrQxfPfUpgC&printsec=frontcover&dq=jonathan+sawday&ei=SDhRTsP2IIWqyATIm_nnBw&cd=1#v=onepage&q&f=false

    I would be fascinated to find out how things changed...why dissection was allowed earlier but somehow illegalized by the Regency. And if I recall, there was a similar problem for Dr. Frankenstein who had to steal body parts to build his monster too....curiouser and curiouser....

    Love your Blog by the way <3

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  2. Thanks for the link! Very interesting picture.

    The state of medicine on the Continent was much more liberal than in Britain. I could certainly be wrong, but to my understanding, human dissection was only permitted on the corpses of executed criminals. The practice of stealing fresh corpses from graves led to a whole cottage industry of safeguards to protect the body of a loved one, from hired guards keeping watch at a grave, to fences thrown up around fresh graves, to iron caskets meant to be impenetrable to body snatchers.

    The Anatomy Act passed in 1832 was the first British legislation that guaranteed a supply of bodies to medical students. Dissection may have been perfectly legal elsewhere, but not in Britain.

    It's so interesting to read about the varied state of medicine around the globe at that time. Thanks for your interesting comments! :)

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  3. Interesting how the classes of medicine still exist. Or is it just my physicians who think they walk on water?

    On a separate but related note, have you heard of this movie: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/nov/07/vibrator-victorian-women-film-hysteria

    It's Victorian England, not Regency, but I cannot wait to see it :D

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  4. I'm also very excited about that film!

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