Unofficial Christ's Hospital Forum

In the days of capital and corporal punishment, the resident 'Doc' was Dr. 'Tommy' Scott. There were four full-time nurses, and a dentist, (Mr Pearson), used to come in from Horsham and hold surgery once a week. (Tuesday's, I think). He really should have been a butcher by profession.

Those long queues before classes I remember well. I suffered with warts on the fingers and had to have them painted with some revolting silver/black material three times a week. The smell was revolting and it took months to kill them.

I never minded a spell in the sicker as the food always seemed a lot better than in the dining-hall.

By 1990 it was far worse. You had to prove you were ill by vomiting on command, otherwise you were thrown out with some paracetamol, even if you were at death's door.

sport! wrote:

Ruthie-Baby wrote:The words 'jolly' and 'sicker' do not sit comfortably together, I feel

quite right, though I don't ever remember feeling particularly ill on those occasions when I stayed there. There was a chicken pox "epidemic" in summer 74 and I was kept in to be on the safe side although I only had one or two spots......probably acne.......so that was quite jolly - reading, listening to music, playing snooker upstairs....

Yes, snooker AND television. Rare treats when we were juniors.

Are you sure it wasn't German Measles, by the way?

Richard Ruck wrote:Yes, snooker AND television. Rare treats when we were juniors.

Are you sure it wasn't German Measles, by the way?

you mean in summer 74? could have been, I was confined for both (on separate occasions)....just thought it was chicken pox as I remember being collected straight from the sicker for the summer holidays by someone who was worried about catching it....could have been 75?

Ruthie-Baby wrote:By 1990 it was far worse. You had to prove you were ill by vomiting on command, otherwise you were thrown out with some paracetamol, even if you were at death's door.

It was bad - everything was fixed with 4 glasses of sicker squash, paracetomol or tubie grips...

DON'T FORGET THE OLBAS OIL

news update: matrons everywhere aghast at grape thumb's neglection of number 1 choice of treatment.

did you know it heals death?

Chammy wrote:DON'T FORGET THE OLBAS OIL

news update: matrons everywhere aghast at grape thumb's neglection of number 1 choice of treatment.

did you know it heals death?

and aids

Aha...is that Grizzly I see...

they never gave US olbas oil.

don't think that's how it's spelt, actually...

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"THE MATRON'S BEST FRIEND"

Chammy wrote:

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"THE MATRON'S BEST FRIEND"

truly, a remedy for every malady

in my day there was 3 nurses fondly known as lumpy, stumpy and grumpy, who you didn't want to see in any sort of rush

The infirmary...? The nurses...?

Any interesting/useful info on these?

well the ground floor of the sicker has been turned into a mini-hertford to cater for the over spill of girls on the deps, it only housed about 10 but I remember fond memories of receiving some welcome visits while being in the sicker on the 1st floor

In my day everyone LONGED to be in the sicker

Better food

ladies to mop your brow

Exciting tablets

I still have all my diaries written at the school

The best nurse was called Nurse Ramsbottom

She was rather overweight and had strange horn rimmed spectacles but as a little boy whose parents had abandoned him to a school where diseases ran rife such as the famous influenza epidemic of 1970 she was the only truly kind and loving woman I ever met there

I didnt say girl

I said woman

And I am talking about the year I was 12 yrs old

If I ever met her I would buy her a bottle of Champagne for showing me such kindness

I must stop rambling on