We stopped over to visit Dad while nurses, doctors, and others
came in to do what they do. It seems a mystery to hospital
staff why Dad hasn’t regained the use of his right arm yet. Tests
and scans have been done and studied that tell them what is not
And I thought of an incident years ago in a country doctors
office that was in a town of about 100 people. My brother and
I were playing in the hayloft and I ended up with a pitchfork
all the way through my foot. He ran and got Dad while I held
the pitchfork and waited.
Dad climbed up to the loft, carried me to the car and then
into the doctors office with the pitchfork stuck. The first
thing the doctor said was “that doesn’t belong there”. Then
he felt around my foot, asked if any of the prodding hurt, and
handed me a thick leather strop.
The strop went between my teeth, the doctor pulled the
pitchfork out, cleaned the wound good, bandaged me up, and
told me stay off it for about a month. Today I wonder. Would
the doctor have to notify the police for possible abuse?
Surely a CAT scan and ultrasound or some such tests would be
A surgeon would remove the implement before another doctor
would treat the wound, then surely an orthopedic specialist
called. I know it’s called progress but many a day I think
there was nothing wrong with that leather strop.
So enjoy our Thursday and if you’re looking for something to
celebrate, Minnesota became a state on this date in 1858. Now
I end this to seek a few tacos for nourishment.
Comments are always welcome.