Harriet, who has just woke up to find a large boil on her face.
I am in a lot of Pain, I need some treatment.
Of to the barber surgeon!
Well I could Just cut it off with a scalpel and let you bleed out?
Is there something you can do to treat my boil?
She didn't know how to treat her boil, as someone had a suggestion.
I am sorry you are upset, but why don't you go to the physician?
This is her journey to get this painful boil treated in medieval times. Harriet was just sleeping as she woke with a boil on her face, she is very worried.
Ok, I am going to examine the four humours then have a sample of your urine.
I went over to the barber sugeon who was recomended by a freind, and he was so unproffesional. He offered to cut my boil off with a sharp knife, NO THANKS.
I can't help, off to the barber surgeon you go.
But I don't want to go, what if it goes wrong.
Harriet has now decided to go to the physician to get a more serious diagnosis because she is scared of something going wrong at the barber surgeon.
Back to the barber surgeon!
Oh know, she has died. Although everyone thinks I am brutal I do try to imply common sense and I feel awful at a death on my hands.
Harriet, thought about her other options and how much pain she was in and decided to let the physician set a diagnosis. The physician diagnosed an infected boil, which to Harriet's view she already knew. He recommended her to an apothecary. So off she went.
The apothecary said that she couldn't heal her and she could only give her a remedy for the pain and that if she wanted it removed she would have to go to the barber surgeon. Harriet set off to the surgeon.
Harriet realised that in order to get better she must go to the barber surgeon. She had high hope and expected it to be over in a moment, but that was not the case. Sadly Harriet passed away, like many others.