Dr James Barry, the first doctor to perform a successful C section wherein both mother and child survived, was a huge champion of handwashing at a time when most doctors didnât wash their hands. For this reason, many of the chilldbirths he delivered resulted in healthier babies and mothers. He was also a gay trans man, who specifically wrote that upon his death he wished for his body to be taken in its nightshirt, wrapped in his sheets as a shroud, and placed into the coffin so that nobody would see his body. His wishes were not respected, and as a result he was outed at his death.
iâve also been informed he had a poodle. He named his poodle Psyche. Iâd just like to congratulate him on being an excellent human being, who not only pioneered modern medicine but also had good taste in dogs. that is all.
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i thought this was fake but itâs not
hereâs the sawbones episode about him
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He was also reportedly quite the ladiesâ man, and heâd apparently carried a child to term and gave birth.
heâs one of my favorite historical figures and ive read a lot on him including the biography Scanty Particulars by Rachel Holmes. a lot of the details of his life are difficult to figure out, partly cause he was very private and partly cause he had so many rumors surrounding him. here are some of my fave facts about him:
-he was very concerned with protecting poor people, women and people of color, aka all the people most of upper class british society at the time cared the least about. he worked to reform prisons and hospitals in south africa at risk to his own career, and also improved the conditions under which poor enlisted british soldiers and their families lived
-he was kind of a known hothead. he was rumored to have fought at least one duel (probably not true though). florence nightingale hated him even though they had similar ideas about medicine because they had such a clash of personalities in the brief time they worked together
-he was a vegetarian and took a goat with him on sea voyages so he could always have fresh milk
-even though he had an abrasive personality and made a lot of enemies, his patients, especially the women, really loved him because they felt like he knew what he was doing and actually cared about their health
-he died poor because the british army ripped him off >:/
edit i almost forgot the best thing. he didnât just have one poodle named psyche. he had a bunch. when one died he would get a new poodle and name that one psyche too
My mom woke me up and was like âget up letâs go to the marketâ so I was like âokayâ and I got up and got dressed and went out into the kitchen to see my mom just waking up still in her robe and she turns to me and Iâm confused because she was just dressed? So I was like âdid you just tell me to get up and go somewhere with you or did I dream that??????????â And she was like ââŚ. no⌠I was thinking about waking you up in a few hours to ask if you wanted to go to the farmers market with me thoughâŚâ
So like I had a dream she woke me up to go to the farmers market that was real enough for me to get up and get dressed only for her to tell me she had only thought about waking me up to go to the farmers market????
I was just like âyeah well you think too loud it woke me upâ and went back to bed because like ??
Thereâs another story that I like about a Chinese general who had to defend a city with only a handful of soldiers from a huge enemy horde that was in all likelihood going to steamroll the place flat within hours of showing up.
So when said horde did arrive, they saw the general sitting outside the cityâs open gates, drinking tea. The horde sent a couple of emissaries over to see what was what, and the general greeted them cheerfully and invited them all to come and take tea with him.
The horde decided that this was a scenario that had âMASSIVE FUCKING TRAPâ written all over it in beautiful calligraphy and promptly fucked off.
Whoever that general was, he was clearly the Ancient Chinese equivalent of Sam Vimes.
did he just invite us over for tea nah man iâm out
This just keeps getting better
I fucking love history.
ok but tbh that story misses a lot of the subtlety of the situation like ok
so this story is the Romance of Three Kingdoms, and essentially takes place between Zhuge Liang, resident tactician extraordinaire, and Sima Yi⌠OTHER resident tactician extraordinaire.
The two were both regarded as tactical geniuses and recognized the other as their rival. Zhuge Liang had a reputation for ambushing the SHIT out of his opponents and using the environment to his advantage, thus destroying large armies with a small number of men. Sima Yi (who kind of entered the picture later) was a cautious person whose speciality was unravelling his opponentâs plans before they began. So it was natural that the two would butt heads; however, since Sima Yi tended to have more men and resources, he started winning battles against the former. Which, yâknow, kinda sucked.
On to the actual story: Zhuge Liang is all like âshit i gotta defend this city with like 10 men.â Literally if he fights ANY kind of battle here, he WILL lose; his only option for survival is not to fight. And thatâs looking more and more impossible until he hears that his rival is leading the opposing army. And then he gets this brilliant idea. He basically opens all the gates, sends his men out in civilian clothes to sweep the streets, and sits on top of the gate drinking tea and chilling out and basically makes the whole thing out to be a trap
When Sima Yi comes heâs all like âyo come on in broâ
and Sima Yi is like âyeah heâs never been that obvious about his traps before. this is definitely a bluffâ and heâs about to head in when he realizes
wait. he knows that i think heâs bluffing.
and so he gets it in his head that maybe, just MAYBE, Zhuge Liang has this cunning plan that will wipe out his army – recall that he has a pretty good handle on what his rival is capable of. And after a long period of deliberation (which is just like âhe know that I know that he knows that etc.â), being the cautious man he is, SIma Yi eventually decides to turn his entire army around and leave.
Zhuge Liang later points out that the plan was based specifically on the fact that he was facing his rival; if it had been anyone else, thereâs no way it would have worked. A dumber or less cautious person would have simply charged in and won without breaking a sweat.Â
and thatâs the real genius here: it was a plan formed entirely just to deceive one man, and it worked.
Zhuge Liang is the most brilliant, sneaky-ass bastard in history. One time his sideâs army was out of arrows, which pretty much meant they were screwed. So Zhuge Liang goes and does the logical thing, which is build a fuck ton of scarecrows and put them all on boats. Then he makes the men hide in the boats and sail them out on the river.
Well, that day was super foggy (which Zhuge Liang had predicted. Did I mention he was also a freakishly accurate meteorologist?). So the enemy across the river sees a fleet of boats armed to the teeth with what appears to be half an army of men. They panic! and start firing arrows like crazy.Â
Zhuge Liang lets this play out for a while, then heâs like, âOk guys thatâs enough.â They calmly turn the boats around and go back to base, where they dismantle the scarecrows and pull out all the enemyâs arrows.
Zhuge Liang is legend.
I love this post. It just keeps getting better. Like seriously, I would have adored learning about this in World History.
If you want to see this in cinematic glory, watch Red Cliff.
Especially since it makes Zhuge Liang look like this:
Red Cliff is 50% bloody battles and 50% eye candy and about half of that eye-candy is due to Zhuge Liang
âI want to be a hematologist. Thatâs a blood doctor. Well not a blood doctor, exactly. But a doctor that finds cures for blood diseases.â âHowâd you decide on that?â âWe were dissecting frogs in class and learning about how the blood flows through the body. And I went home that night and wrote an essay. And it wasnât like any other essay Iâd ever done. Normally when I write essays, it takes me a long time, but this was the fastest essay I ever wrote. So the next day I was asking the teacher mad questions, and she was like, âYou know you can get a job in this.â And she pulled it up on the internet, and was showing me all about hematologists.â
SUPPORT THIS BOY
I love it when someone gets that thunderbolt âI wanna do this foreverâ moment. Itâs amazing to see that change in them once theyâve got an actual concrete dream to work towards.
I canât help but feel this is one of those things where we had actual documents saying âit was done with this and thisâ, and some old rich white guys looked at it and went âoh mirth, the ancients were so silly. They probably wrote this basic stuff down and the actual builders had Secret Techniques we need to Discoverâ
For a long time, archeologists didnât know how greek women did their high-piled braids and hair. There was a word that translated to âneedleâ in the descriptions. They went, âseems like weâll never know.â Then a hairdresser took a fucking needle (big needle) and did the fucking thing you do with needles, which is sew – and by sewing the braids into place, she replicated ancient styles.
The Egyptians had diagrams of construction steps for their pyramids. Archeologists went âoooh, ancient primitive people, how they do this?â LITERALLY MYTHBUSTERS OR THE OLD DISCOVERY CHANNEL or someone went âwhat if we did the thing the pictures said they didâ AND GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT.
Also that thing with native Americans saying squirrels taught them how to get sap for maple syrup, and colonizers going âthatâs a myth sweatyâ
Sincerely, if the scientists had to do actual analysis like spectroscopy or whatever, kudos, and no flame. But swear to god, if all these years, weâve had the recipes and there was just this fuckin institutional bias against just TRYING THE THING THEY SAID WOULD WORK, HELLFIRE AND DEMENTIA.
In this case, it was more they had roman writings saying what went into it but figured there was some secret because when they followed roman recipes it never turned out quite right.Â
Because the sources left by Romans always just said to mix with water. Because, if you were a Roman??? Obviously you knew that you used seawater for cement. Duh. Thatâs so obvious that they never really bothered specifying that you use seawater to mix it, because it wasnât necessary, everyone knew that.Â
But then the empire fell, other empires rose and fell, time passed, and by the time we were trying to reconstruct the formula the âmix the dry ingredients with seawaterâ trick had been forgotten, until chemical analysis finally figured it out again.Â
Itâs sort of like the land of Punt, a ally of Egypt thatâs mentioned all the time, but we donât actually know where it was located. Because it isnât written down anywhere. Why would they write it down? Itâs Punt. Everyone knew where Punt was back then. Itâd be ridiculous to waste the ink and space to specify where it was, every child knows about Punt.Â
3000 years later and we have no damned clue where it was, simply because at the time it was so blindingly obvious that it was never written down.Â
So moral of story is be specific
I was thinking it was stupid that they didnât specify seawater but then I had the thought that we donât specify to use chicken eggs in baking because DUH so we just write eggs
2000 years in the future people are going to be making scrambled fish eggs and crying bc the ancient recipes make no sense