I needed to read a book at the British Museum to find information about treating a minor illness. However, I got

I needed to read a book at the British Museum to find information about treating a minor illness. However, I got distracted and started reading about various diseases. I became alarmed when I thought I had contracted one of the diseases but eventually realized that I had typhoid fever. I found it amusing that the only disease I didn’t have was housemaid’s knee. I considered myself an interesting medical case and believed that students wouldn’t need to study in hospitals if they had me. I then began to wonder how much longer I had to live and examined myself for symptoms. I couldn’t feel my pulse or hear my heart beating, and I thought I had scarlet fever after examining my tongue. I had entered the reading room feeling healthy but left feeling miserable. I decided to visit my doctor, who asked me what was wrong. I humorously replied that I wouldn’t waste his time by listing all my symptoms but assured him that everything else was wrong with me. I explained how I discovered my illnesses, and he examined me in various ways before prescribing a treatment. I took the prescription to the chemist, who refused to fill it. The chemist jokingly mentioned that if he was a co-operative stores and family hotel, he might have been able to help me. I read the prescription, which advised me to consume beefsteak and bitter beer, go on a ten-mile walk every morning, go to bed at 11 pm promptly, and avoid complicated information. I followed the instructions, and my life was saved, and I am still alive.