I have recovered from the vacation. That is always good. I was disappointed that the Lilacs were not blooming while I was there. So I checked when I got home and mine are closer then they are in Kansas! That worries me because they have always been two weeks ahead of us. Looks like the predictions that the climate zones are shifting are right on target. Oh, well, not much I can do about that.
Today is my annual trip to see the doctor. For the record, I do not like to go and since I am much like the wonderful one horse shay from the days of yore I am waiting for the big one. You remember that poem? I do not want to go look it up and quote it right now, so I will just tell you the jist of it is that a craftsman of years ago built a wagon for a horse to pull and used the best of everything and did such a wonderful job that it lasted until one day when every piece gave out at exactly the same time. I think my body will do that!
But I want to tell you about the old Doctor back in our home town. He was located in a small red brick building that sat in the middle of the block between the church on the corner and the start of the Main Street downtown. I do not remember his name or anything about him except that during my growing up years I was very sickly and since mother worked cleaning houses her hours and his were not always the same. If momma could not get me in during office hours, he would come to the house.
Sometimes I would have an earache so bad I bled out my ears. Then I would be constipated and next it was diarrhea. High fevers were the normal at my house. Stomach aches that kept me in bed were frequent. Doctor figured I would never live to see adulthood.
Finally for lack of anthing else to do, he took my tonsils out. Never had another sick day in my life. I am now old enough to be considered old and I take one thyroid pill a day. And I go to the doctor once a year because I am supposed to go. But, you know, I think back on the days when Doctor came to the house. Do doctors make house calls now? I do not think so. And where I go is a 5 story building with labs and specialists and doctors and optometrists and about any service you can imagine. A far cry from that little 4 room brick building on Main Street where one man and his nurse, who was also his wife, dealt old time medicine to the people in Nickerson.
I have not been down the mainstreet lately, but I will go in August. Going to see if that little building is still there. I know the church built a big place out on the highway. I know the school is no longer across the street from the church.
Time marches on.
Today is my annual trip to see the doctor. For the record, I do not like to go and since I am much like the wonderful one horse shay from the days of yore I am waiting for the big one. You remember that poem? I do not want to go look it up and quote it right now, so I will just tell you the jist of it is that a craftsman of years ago built a wagon for a horse to pull and used the best of everything and did such a wonderful job that it lasted until one day when every piece gave out at exactly the same time. I think my body will do that!
But I want to tell you about the old Doctor back in our home town. He was located in a small red brick building that sat in the middle of the block between the church on the corner and the start of the Main Street downtown. I do not remember his name or anything about him except that during my growing up years I was very sickly and since mother worked cleaning houses her hours and his were not always the same. If momma could not get me in during office hours, he would come to the house.
Sometimes I would have an earache so bad I bled out my ears. Then I would be constipated and next it was diarrhea. High fevers were the normal at my house. Stomach aches that kept me in bed were frequent. Doctor figured I would never live to see adulthood.
Finally for lack of anthing else to do, he took my tonsils out. Never had another sick day in my life. I am now old enough to be considered old and I take one thyroid pill a day. And I go to the doctor once a year because I am supposed to go. But, you know, I think back on the days when Doctor came to the house. Do doctors make house calls now? I do not think so. And where I go is a 5 story building with labs and specialists and doctors and optometrists and about any service you can imagine. A far cry from that little 4 room brick building on Main Street where one man and his nurse, who was also his wife, dealt old time medicine to the people in Nickerson.
I have not been down the mainstreet lately, but I will go in August. Going to see if that little building is still there. I know the church built a big place out on the highway. I know the school is no longer across the street from the church.
Time marches on.
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