JonB_in_Glencoe
07-13-2015, 12:38 PM
I needed to visit my Doctor today...mostly to renew my prescriptions and She felt it necessary to add another one for High BP.
While I'm waiting in the little room for the Doctor, I close my eye's and recall my Childhood family Doctor...Dr. Maus. In the time of my Youth, He was my grandparents Doc as well as my Parents and My Brother and I. My, how things have changed.
When I was 13, I was in a Motorcycle accident...Pretty Bad, I Broke my Leg (femor) as well as ripping up the flesh of that Leg. I was in traction for nine weeks, before they could put a cast over that Leg. Those were some longs days, as I recall.
Dr. Maus seemingly spent a lot of time with me...Like I was one of his own. Some of our conversations were about Guns (as most rural 13 year old boys, who had recently gone through Gun Safety training in School, I was fascinated with Guns). He was a knowledgeable gun collector and had many answers to my numerous questions. My, how things have changed.
Well, for some reason, at about week 4 of those 9 weeks of traction, Dr. Maus gave me a Daisy BB gun pistol, a replica of a Colt SAA, a NRA centennial commemorative 1871-1971. My, how things have changed.
It was all sealed in a clear plastic covered box. While I should have left it that way, the first thing I did, was open it up and have a twirl. :) That evening, as I looked through the whole box and read all the literature that came with it, I then noticed there was a small cello package of golden colored BB's in the bottom, under the formed, red felt covered mid layer of the packaging. About an hour later, Dr. Maus and a Nurse, came in for one last visit of the day...I showed him the still sealed BB package, mostly because earlier, when I was given this gift, I was told NOT to shoot any of the nurses...All the staff were gathered as I was given this gift and also when the head nurse said this to me...and Dr. Maus told them to not worry, there were no BB's. My, how things have changed.
ANYWAY, As I showed them the BB's. The nurse Grabbed that sealed package and told me, If I was good, I'd get them back, when I get out of traction and leave the hospital. My, how things have changed.
But, that is exactly what happened, around Thanksgiving 1977.
While I'm waiting in the little room for the Doctor, I close my eye's and recall my Childhood family Doctor...Dr. Maus. In the time of my Youth, He was my grandparents Doc as well as my Parents and My Brother and I. My, how things have changed.
When I was 13, I was in a Motorcycle accident...Pretty Bad, I Broke my Leg (femor) as well as ripping up the flesh of that Leg. I was in traction for nine weeks, before they could put a cast over that Leg. Those were some longs days, as I recall.
Dr. Maus seemingly spent a lot of time with me...Like I was one of his own. Some of our conversations were about Guns (as most rural 13 year old boys, who had recently gone through Gun Safety training in School, I was fascinated with Guns). He was a knowledgeable gun collector and had many answers to my numerous questions. My, how things have changed.
Well, for some reason, at about week 4 of those 9 weeks of traction, Dr. Maus gave me a Daisy BB gun pistol, a replica of a Colt SAA, a NRA centennial commemorative 1871-1971. My, how things have changed.
It was all sealed in a clear plastic covered box. While I should have left it that way, the first thing I did, was open it up and have a twirl. :) That evening, as I looked through the whole box and read all the literature that came with it, I then noticed there was a small cello package of golden colored BB's in the bottom, under the formed, red felt covered mid layer of the packaging. About an hour later, Dr. Maus and a Nurse, came in for one last visit of the day...I showed him the still sealed BB package, mostly because earlier, when I was given this gift, I was told NOT to shoot any of the nurses...All the staff were gathered as I was given this gift and also when the head nurse said this to me...and Dr. Maus told them to not worry, there were no BB's. My, how things have changed.
ANYWAY, As I showed them the BB's. The nurse Grabbed that sealed package and told me, If I was good, I'd get them back, when I get out of traction and leave the hospital. My, how things have changed.
But, that is exactly what happened, around Thanksgiving 1977.