Today my brother Pat would be 79 years old. Imagine that! When he was about ten, he had a BB gun. One day, he was lying on the sofa wondering if a finger could stop a BB. Well, no, he learned that it couldnt. He told my mother, holding up his index finger, that he had shot himself. There was no blood, no hole, and at first she didnt believe him. She then had to make the decision to call the doctor now or wait for my dad to get home. (Back then, the MAN was in charge of the purse.) She did call the doctor and he said hed come as soon as he could. He used the kitchen for an operating room and was finished very quickly and the boy made a full recovery.
Do any of you PJT children know anything about this story? If you can add to it, please do. I can be excused if I omitted plenty of details because look at me: I was hardly alive back then -- if he was 10, I was 4!
If you were 4, how old were the rest of us? :)
House calls are sure a thing of the past! However, Samuel received a house call when he was 8 weeks old. He had a check up by his doctor who was in the process of getting set up in his own office which wasn't quite ready. The doctor came to our house to do the check up, but told us we couldn't get used to that kind of service. I would love to avoid those germ-filled waiting rooms and have the doctor come to me. Not to mention avoiding the long delay times waiting for the doctor.
Hi! I've NEVER heard that story before. Funny! I'll have to ask my siblings if they remember it. You probably have many more to tell us.
I can't believe it's been almost 15 years since his death. Time flies.......all too quickly!