This has all had me thinking about what we would have done 200 years ago, before Tylenol and Advil, before penicillin. Before the telephone that lets me call my doctor's office at all hours of the night and speak with the on-call doctor about my baby's insanely high fever.
I've read plenty about what could be done back in those days and it usually involved just waiting it out, hoping and praying for a miracle. In many instances, the family might have opted to have their loved one "bled" through the process of blood letting. Feel free to Wikipedia this method if you are unfamiliar - it actually makes me quite queasy to read and/or talk about, so I won't go into detail here. But this process went on for something like 2000 years as a method of curing and preventing illness and disease, until someone finally figured out it wasn't exactly a great way of healing the sick.
But as I rocked my baby in the middle of the night, waiting for her fever to come down after another dose of ibuprofen, I thought about what it must have been like for a mother in 1810. No medicine, no guidance...just waiting. It was bad enough in 2010, I just can't imagine what it would have been like back then.
So in the spirit of this great month of Thanksgiving, I would just like to give a shout out to modern medication. To all the doctors and scientists who continue to move us forward toward cures and remedies for all kinds of illnesses and diseases. We live in a wonderful time where we need not fear the common cold, and that is truly something to be grateful for!
What are you grateful for this year?
-Jerrica, Her Grace of Grammar