A DAY IN DOCTOR GET WELL’S CLINIC





Doctor Get Well was proud to proclaim that he had graduated from one of the finest medical schools in the country. In addition to the high honors he achieved in medicine, he took a post graduate course in treatment of people suffering from allergies that are most frequently found among church going people. Doctor Get Well was happy in his profession and was glad to hang out his advertisement on the Dr. Get Well Clinic. His slogan was: CAREFUL DIAGNOSES --- HONEST PRESCRIPTIONS. It was not long until he discovered some very strange maladies among his patients.
Dr. Get Well’s first patient was a girl named Lotta Hearsay whose ears were protected with huge wads of cotton. In answer to the Doctor’s sympathetic enquiry, she related, “I just don’t know what is wrong with me. I am bothered with a lot of noises in my head. I keep hearing strange things like reports that are either true or imaginary and I just repeat everything to the very best of my ability. Then when I meet the people concerned I feel stiff and it hurts to move too close to them. I felt so distressed I thought of going to see Doctor Killor Kure, but some friends said if he makes any mistakes he just buries them, and they thought Get Well could help me. I hope you can give me a prescription to cure me,” said Lotta dejectedly. “I know just what your trouble is,” said the doctor kindly. “Unfortunately it is much too common among people today. You have a bad case of ‘rumortism.’ The things you hear are rumors and you have a tendency to get a pain in the neck every time you meet the ones connected with the rumors. Some rumors are full of deadly poison, and of course, this afflicts the carrier with painful rumortism. I prescribe that you get a bottle of absolutely pure True Facts and always test each rumor by comparing it with the contents of this bottle. If you are careful not to swallow anything but this prescription, I am sure your rumortism will disappear.”
The receptionist had to lead the next patient in. “Mr. I. Strain,” she said as she introduced him and left. The doctor didn’t even get a chance to ask him about his problem. He began stammering, “I, I, I, I think I, I am alright. I, I, I think other people are sick though. I told them I am better and I know I am better because I am.” The doctor asked him if he had ever had his eyes tested. “Why should I?” said I. Strain. My eyes are good enough to see anything I want ME to see.” “Let me give you a simple test,” said the Doctor, “I am holding up a map of Japan. Can you see any of the mission stations clearly marked on it.” “Mission stations?” exploded I. Strain, “No, of course I can’t see any mission stations, but then, who cares about missions?” “Alright, let me try something closer to home. Can you see any of these four appeals for help around you?” said Dr. Get Well holding up the series. “Only the one where I am trying to get help for my class---but then the others aren’t very important anyway,” Said I. Strain naively. “Young man,” said the doctor firmly, “you are almost blind. I have seldom seen any one so near sighted as you are. I will prescribe glasses with the correcting faith and love lenses and you ought to be able to see human needs any where in the world.”
The next patient hobbled into the office on crutches. A man followed him with a wheel chair and behind him came two men bearing a stretcher. The patient whose name was Benny Fitz said his ambulance was waiting outside the clinic. “Broken leg?” enquired Dr. Get Well. “Oh, no, nothing that serious,” said Benn nonchalantly. “Must be a slipped disc or cartilage,” suggested the doctor. “I better take a few X-rays.” “No need to bother,” said Fitz, I havent’ been in any accident. I just came for a check over to make sure I have enough protection.” “But…” began Dr. Get Well. “Oh, the wheel chair and the stretcher? Well, you see, if anything happened to the crutches, I would have them to fall back on. I believe in playing it safe,” said Benny without embarrassment. “I spend most of my money to support myself and the balance to protect myself against any eventuality.” The doctor was thoroughly disgusted and he didn’t try to conceal it as he said, “Look, you give those crutches to some unfortunate person who needs them. With two good legs and a healthy body you ought to quit worrying about yourself and help others in need. When you keep more than you need for yourself you are denying it to others more worthy.” With this caustic chastisement, Benny Fitz left the office walking out like a man.
Dr. Get Well was a bit dubious about how to approach his next patient. He noticed that the man was carrying a chip on each shoulder and it wouldn’t take much to knock them off. Burnt Scars said, “Look Doc, I haven’t much time. I think I have a bad case of heartburn. You see, I have a low boiling point and a continual slow burning rate. I get hot under the collar and then, I just have to explode and usually somebody gets hurt. I’ve got to get help before I burn up entirely,” moaned Burnie. The doctor jokingly said, “Burnie, let me suggest you take those chips off your shoulders before you start another conflagration. Your problem is very common only yours is more acute. You're suffering from loss of temper. Temper is like fire in that it can be very destructive unless rigidly controlled. You have to channel the force of temper into things worthwhile. Otherwise you are like a car just spinning its wheels. Revving your motor when you are stuck is no demonstration of power, it just uses energy and produces futility. Turn your temper over to Christ and get in gear, so to speak, and you will go places. O. K. Burnt?” said the doctor hopefully.
The doctor lost no time diagnosing the next patient, who was slouched down in a comfortable chair. Will Shruggitoff was obviously a case of overweight and his 250 pounds were burdensome. The doctor began by asking, “How did you get so much weight?” “I didn’t do anything,” said Shruggitoff. “How many hours do you work each day?” was the next question. “Me? I don’t work. I get enough exercise going back and forth to the table,” said Shuggitoff irritably. “Have you ever been offered employment, and if so, what has been your reaction?” persisted the doctor. “Huh, work! Why I just love work. I just sit down and watch it. As long as I can sit down or lie down, I don’t mind letting the work be done by others,” drawled Shruggitoff. “You have a malignant case of dropsy,” the doctor replied slowly shaking his head. “You just drop down and drop out of every job. You have such an allergy toward hard work that it has developed into “easyitis” and then complications set in, which brought on the dropsy. Your cure demands a diet that completely eliminates all pamperings. Your exercise must include some action each day beyond your duty---something voluntary for the sake of others. It won’t be easy, but remember that pampering this type of dropsy could be fatal. Follow my advise and you'll recover.” Said the doctor confidently.
Doctor Get Well was getting weary. A girl with an extremely sore tongue had to be treated and advised against using sharp bitter words and making cutting remarks about people. A man who claimed he could always ‘smell a rat’ at the church business meetings had to be advised to get rid of the vermin "under his own doorstep". One man came to ask the doctor if he could release his hands from two heavy suitcases he had carried for several years and the burden had become intolerable. The doctor asked him to open the suitcases to see what was so important. He found one filled with worry and the other crammed with fears. The doctor told him to “Cast his burden on the Lord,” and go out and try to lighten the load for someone else. He was astonished to find so many people just lugging useless baggage around the same as he had been.
The last patient to request help was a massive well built man who claimed he had no feeling for anything. The doctor soon discovered the man was suffering from a dangerous heart condition that affected his sympathies and responsibility. The doctor recommended that he go at once and make an appointment with the greatest heart specialist, the Lord Jesus Christ. He can even repair broken hearts and perform operations to remove stony hearts and replace them with hearts of flesh. Luke 4:18, Ezek, 11:19. “This deadness and lack of feeling,” said the doctor is directly related to heart trouble and the only one who can help you is the one Who can give you a heart transplant, in other words, a new heart.
It had been a long trying day, but Doctor Get Well felt it had been most rewarding. Somehow he felt there was a great need for clinics like the one he was operating. 

 

 

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