18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Tuesday, March 10, 1914: Horrors of horrors, I had to take an awful nasty physic this morning, and I’m not the least bit sick either. Simply because I have to undergo an operation tomorrow.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
An operation? What’s wrong? You haven’t written much lately, but never mentioned not feeling well or going to the doctor.
A physic is another word for a laxative. Does anyone use that term anymore?