A man who was a hospital

The Man Who was a Hospital

The Man Who was a Hospital" is an example of Jerome’s fine humour. He exaggerates but the story is based upon sound observation of human behaviour. Many persons with a little knowledge of diseases and their symptoms think that they are suffering from such diseases. 

About author Jerome k. Jerome

Jerome k. Jerome

 

 

 

  Jerome Klapka Jerome was born on May 2,1859. His father name was Jerome clap.He had two sisters and one brother .His father was died when he was only 13 years old and his mother died when he was only 15.

He worked in Railway for four years.Then he joined theater with his sister. But after three years whenhe saw no success in theatre he left it.He started towrite stories ,essay and satires.During this time he worked as a teacher in schools,a packer and clerk. 

 He was an English writer and humorist, His best book is " three men in a boat " which was written in 1889. His second best book was Idol thoughts of an idle fellow.Hisanother book is My life and Times which was published in 1926.

In 1885 he got some success in "Idle thoughts of an idle" and in 1886 in essays "Fellow" which was collection of humorist essays. Then came his best book "Three men in boat" The book,was published in 1889, became an instant success . 

The book sold world wide. It has been adapted inmovies ,radio programs.Its writing style influenced every one. He married with Georgina Elizabeth Henrietta Stanley .She had a daughter from her previous, five-year marriage .

 Jerome volunteered to serve his country at the outbreak of the war, but, being 56 years old, was rejected by the British Army. In june 1927 on a motoring tour from Devon to London he suffered a paralytic attack.

He died on 14 june 1927. He is buried at St.marry's church.In 1984 a small museum was opened to dedicate his life and work.

How auther cosidered himself a hospital

One day, the author happened to read a leaflet advertising a patent medicine for liver disorders. He suddenly realized that ha had the same symptoms as in the leaflet. He concluded that his liver was out  of order.
This made him read more patent medicine advertisements. And whenever he read an advertisement, he thought that he was suffering from that particular disease. Once he went to the British Museum to read up the treatment of some minor disease he felt he was suffering from. 
He took a dictionary of diseases and read what he had come to read. Then he turned the pages and began to study other diseases. It did not take him long to realize that he was suffering from typhoid fever and St. Virus disease. 
Now he decided to diagnose his maladies systematically. So he started reading the dictionary from the letter . In a short time he had found that he had Bright’s disease, Cholera, Diphtheria and almost all other diseases detailed in the book. The only exception was the Housemaid’s Knee.
 At first he felt rather unhappy about it. Why had he not got this little malady when he had every other disease known to the medical science? Then he reconciled himself to the situation and decided to do without it. the last entry in the dictionary was zymosis and it gave him great satisfaction to find that he had been suffering from It from boyhood without knowing it.
 Now he sat down in a comfortable chair and pondered, He was a hospital in himself, - What a great help he would be to medical students. They could examine him and acquire full knowledge of all, the diseases. No need to go to hospitals and walk from ward to ward and patient to patient. 
Soon he began to think of himself: how long he could live with these diseases. He felt his pulse. It was silent; then suddenly it began to beat at the rate of one hundred and forty, seven per minute. He put his hand or! his chest to feel his heart. Well, it was not there; if at all it was there, It had stopped beating.
 He felt all over his body but could not find his heart. He rushed to his doctor who happened to be an old friend. The doctor, heard his story, exammined his chest, took his pulse and then butted him with the side of his head.
 Finally he wrote a prescription, folded it and handed It to him. He took it to the chemist. The man unfolded it, read it, and handed It back. He expressed his inability to provide the prescription he was only a chemist. 
The author took the paper and read It. It ran I lb beefsteak every six hours; ten-mile walk every night; bed at sharp every night; and don’t stuff your mind with things don’t understand". The author followed the Instructions and is still alive.