Treating moon sickness was relatively easy. You get the hide of a porpoise, cut it into strips, and beat the sufferer with the strips of hide. Cure follows soon after.
Now, I suspect that most modern medical schools would take a dim view of belaboring a patient with strips of sea-creature hide in order to cure anything. (Not that the faculty have not been tempted to do that to students, or ER physicians to members of that select group known with a distinct lack of fondness as “frequent flyers*.” Nooooooo.) However, it wasn’t all that long ago that slapping someone to break them out of a hysterical trance, or in the case of a small child, dousing him with a large bowl of cool water, was quite acceptable. It worked in most cases. Today? Both would be assault and battery in many jurisdictions, even if the cure worked.
However, the mind and culture were rather different back, oh, 1500 years or so ago, and in the Anglo-Saxon world, some ailments responded best to physical stress, in this case, flogging with a porpoise hide, among other things. The use of flagellation was not rare in Medieval medicine, and seems to have had truly beneficial results in some cases. Porpoise had several magical properties, so and were hunted for food, so the hide would have been available and known by patient and family alike. I’m sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with reasons why the cure worked. I’m not going to speculate. It worked, and was considered a standard treatment, and that’s that.
Once we get into the period after AD 900 CE or so, herbs and prayers replace magical formulae. Mostly. The edges of the world, like the Celtic Fringe (Ireland, western Scotland, Wales, Cornwall, Galicia, Brittany) held onto things for much longer. Certain other rites and traditions were retained because they worked, despite what the Church might have said officially. One suspects that a lot of parish priests turned blind eyes when they found small bundles of medicinal herbs tucked close to the front of the altar, and ignored rumors of someone gathering healing plants from the churchyard. The Lord worked in mysterious ways, after all, and the bishop was far away. And better to bless the plants, which the Lord had put on earth to help people, than to encourage a relapse into paganism out of desperation.
So leechbooks** included lots of strange-to-us remedies. As it turns out, several of them work, and in one case work so well that it is used to treat MRSA infections. Others used a combination of natural antibiotics, natural anticoagulants, soporifics (often with a little something to keep the patient from getting too sleepy), fats to prevent drying, and the like to start the body healing. Anti-fever and anti-cough preparations were common. Some of the plants are used today in well-known and respected drugs (digitalis, anyone? Belladonna to dilate your eye before getting an eye exam?) Others, as it turns out, deserve more study. And a few seem to have had magical or placebo effects that we no longer experience because we don’t worry about suffering from elf-shot, or being afflicted by dwarves, or bothered by the evil-eye. Back in the 500s-800s, those were real problems in Anglo-Saxon and Celtic Britain, and needed to be taken seriously by any good practitioner.
I’m not going to leap over into the “natural medicine” side of the argument any time soon, but it’s intriguing to try and imagine the mental world where the leechbooks and other writings came from. I will be incorporating parts of what I’m learning into two books, at least, in two different series. The complicated nature of many remedies implies a full-time herbalist and medical specialist, a leech in the old sense, who did nothing but prepare common remedies and treat the ill and injured. I need to add that to one story in particular, because it fits with the protagonist’s task, and gives him something that he can also do to earn trust when among strangers.
*These are individuals who do not have serious medical problems that truly do need immediate care, but often include people who are seeking pharmaceuticals. Some people who make multiple ER trips have 100% legitimate reasons, and they are NOT “frequent flyers.” When an incoming individual is offered something strong, and demands something “even better” that is a sign.
**”Leech” meaning physician goes way back to the Proto Indo-European root meaning a magic worker or one who gathered words. In Old Gothic and Old English, it carried the sense of enchanter of words as well as healer. The Irish Gaelic term has similar meanings. Words had power.
Well, of course you’d use a porpoise hide. After all, they’re doing it on porpoise! If they didn’t, they might be accused of that early version of medical malpractice – being “infirm of porpoise”. Rather be porpoiseful than be accused of de-fish-ient care…
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Adjusts aim for the Intracontinental ballistic carpapult to North Texas. 🙂 🙂
Isn’t there an entire battery fixed on that grid square? 🤣
Please be careful! I’m also in N TX!
Loading multi-warhead ICBC. Technical checks complete. Launch sequence complete. Ignition in three, two, one [pushes large red button with paw] fire in the hole! We have launch.
Oh, we still worry about elfshot. We just call it having a stroke.
I think elfshot is the better term. A stroke should be comforting. Unless it’s from a porpoiseful lash.
Elfshot referred to other maladies as well, and apparently the Saxons blamed “illness from unknown cause” on elves, hags, and night walkers until proven otherwise.
The field of drug development that deals with finding active compounds in plants is pharmacognosy. I shudder to think what it would be that looks for medicine in porpoises and whales. Pharmaceti?
I hear the groans of a cetapult being loaded. Baleen, there!
Maybe I haven’t had enough coffee but I’m wondering if you meant to write “or one who gathered words“.
Yes, I did. Gathering words meant gaining power, learning more, and shaping things.
Words, chant and song (*en canto*, incantation) were once part of healing and healing rituals, and helped shape a patient’s frame of mind. If the language was hierarchic and not everyday (high vs vulgate), the placebo effects could be large. More words in other languages, more learning, more power assumed over the illness. Never a guarantee, but considered a major help.
The right music and tones would go a lot further than beep-beep-beep, buzz-BOOP!, or *wha-wa-wa-wa-waah* in the halls to encourage conditions to recuperate. All right, that and no overhead lights and “blood draw!” of the cheerful nosferati at 6AM, when you enjoy deep solomnescence. Ceasing …
Oh, dear, I’m channeling the Patrick Lee character.
Singing/chanting a prayer was a pretty common way of timing a process, and of course praying never hurts.
But a lot of English and Irish prayers took the format of reminding God about X Biblical or saintly occasion, or telling some kind of hagiographical story or Biblical fanfic. And if there was a medical procedure, you would then do it, after the prayer/story had set out what you were going to do, or while saying more prayer. Often it was in poetic form, or in some other way was easy to memorize.
OTOH, it was also a sort of bedside manner spiel — the person being treated, and everybody else, would know what you were doing and why.
Interesting, and sadly, not any stranger than some of the ‘homeopathic’ treatments today… sigh
When the ingreediants (spelled that deliberately) include gems like Natrum, I try to get out of the room ASAP.
leech and litche come to mind
Mind is profoundly important when it comes to health, to survival, and to basic behaviors such as peace, etc.
The rituals and the ‘causal theory’ that a mind is attached to have extremely strong effects on thinking, on behavior, and on mental health outcomes.