I miss the Good Old Days.

[CQB27]

When things weren't so politically correct.

I grew up on a farm and the closest doctor was about 20 miles away in a small town that time forgot. Old School Doctor, no appointments - - small waiting room where you waited your turn, one Nurse (Miss. Mary) who wore the old school white uniform - dress, blouse, little hat, all services were paid in cash before you left.....Old School DR. Trailor!

I cut my hand pretty bad once on the hay bailer and my Daddy took me into town for stiches. We were sitting in the waiting room with a coughing kid and his momma and another FAT lady. When the nurse came out to take the next patient, she saw me sitting there with a bloody rag around my hand and decided I should go next. The FAT lady pitched a little fit because she was "next". The nurse disappears to go get Dr. Trailor and in the mean time the FAT lady stepped up on an old scale in the waiting room. Dr. Traylor appeared and looked at my Daddy and said "Come on, I'm taking ya'll next"...........Then he snapped his head over to the FAT lady standing on the scale and said "Get Off That Damn Thing Before You Crush It!" LOL.......True Story

I miss the good old days!

 

[crazyphil]

When I was 12 I was sliding down an icy hill, just for the fun of it, fell and
cracked my head just above my eye. School called my mother. She took
me to the old Doctor. Reminded me of your story. I think an office call
like mine was $5. A lot of money in 1947.

He asked if I wanted a shot of pain killer before he stitched it up. He
said "it's about as long as it is wide". I thought he was talking about
the needle and asked how long is it?

 

[arjay]

Our Dr lived about 6 blocks from us and his office was in the basement of his house. At 13 I had a slight tear in my left kidney from a skiing accident. The decision was made to keep me at home,but I had to stay in bed for five days or it was hospital time. I was bouncing off of the walls by the third day so Ma called Dr Bob. He walked in the house ten minutes later and read me the riot act. [emoji15][emoji33][emoji23]

 

[joe44va]

The best part about the good old days is that they're over. New things in the future are more exciting.

 

[smoothshooter]

The best part about the good old days is that they're over. New things in the future are more exciting.

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Not always in a good way, as we all are about to find out.

 

[Onomea]

I remember my mom taking me to the doc for some reason or another when I was 10 or 11. As we were leaving, she said to the doc, "And tell him to eat liver, that it's good for him!"

Doc says, "I hate liver! Nasty stuff. I won't eat it either."

I liked that ol' doc a lot!

 

[VaTom]

My great uncle (grandmother's brother) graduated University of Tennessee Medical School in 1925. Opened his practice in our home town of Roanoke, Virginia. In 1942 (when he was 42 years old) he closed his practice and volunteered for the US Army Medical Corp and was commissioned a Captain. Served in the North African and Italian Campaigns in Field Hospitals during WWII. He was discharged from active duty as a Major, later served in Reserves and final discharge as Lt. Colonel.

When he returned from the war, Dr. Porter opened his practice on the first floor of his home. He and my great Aunt lived upstairs. He treated anyone who came in the door whether they had money to pay or not. Made house calls also. When I was 8 years old a neighbor kid shot me in the belly at point blank with his new BB gun. We didn't wear shirts in the summer in those days and the BB broke the skin and left a welt. Mom was upset and took me to see Dr. Porter. He cleaned the tiny wound and told her "that boy will be OK". He passed in 1963 when I was 10 years old. Wish I had known him as an adult. He was a good man.

How many Doctors would volunteer for the service at age 42 in this day and age?

 

[LCC]

So is FAT just like Fat, only FATTER..?

 

[steelslaver]

I once got some stitches in my foot and the Dr told me to come over for supper next Wed and I'll take them out.

 

[Rpg]

Our family doctor (David) was a friend as well as our doctor.

When I was 12, I developed strep throat just at the outset of a pack trip. David came to the house, had me bend over the couch and gave me a shot of penicillin. As I recall, the rest of the family watched.

David was a friend, a client and my doctor until he quit practicing when he would have had to install an electric record system to get full insurance reimbursement under Obamacare. He was 82.

 

[Peak53]

Funs Stuff! When the pandemic (polio ) was raging in 1954 or so, my folks took the three kids to my dad's sisters house. She was the head nurse at SMU in Dallas and somehow had vaccine. I was less than two years old, but I remember this like yesterday, and have confirmed details with my older sister, like the color of paint in the kitchen. I ESPECIALLY remember being taken in to the kitchen to see the stainless steel syringe and needles boiling in a pot on the stove. Like I was concerned about contamination! No, I was concerned about how much this was going to hurt!

They lined all three kids up on the couch and we got called in one at a time for the shot, starting with the oldest. I was terrified as the youngest, I tell you!! However, Aunt Edwina apparently gave me the injection without too much trauma. All I remember is the anxiety of anticipation, not the thing itself. Didn't get polio, either. Moral: get your shot.

 

[Kitgun]

I miss the "good old days" cause I was young then.

 

[GypsmJim]

At age 16 my Mom stepped on a needle and needed a surgeon to remove it. A brand new doctor just opened a block down the street, so Grandma walked with her. He did it in his office.

10 years later he delivered me. 13 after that he delivered my sister. When both of us were little kids he came to the house and gave us a shot when we had a cold or the flu. I remember every year he showed us pictures of his new midnight blue Cadillac and the fish he caught on vacation.

He did goiters and stomach/intestine restructuring on Grandpa. He fixed broken arms for my Dad. He worked until he was in his 80's.

His brother was a priest, another brother a mortician and his sister a nun. The family gotcha covered...

Then he sold his practice to a foreigner, but would still supervise surgeries for his old existing patients. When he passed away my parents (now customers for 60+ years) refused to leave the practice. The newguy preferred to sell pills. It was 10 years before I convinced them to switch, but by then their health wasn't that good any more.

I just had my annual exam last month. My excellent doctor said he would retire in 2 years.

Yeah, I miss the old days as well.

 

[OldRN]

It's good to hear everyone's stories. In the murky past, I was an ER nurse when you could use "nets and leathers" to restrain violent perps and be less than pleasant dealing with very unpleasant patients. I've had the pleasure of working with docs who had some real first echelon skills we actually used on site like finely braiding hair over a scalp laceration to pull skin together to close close it instead of staples or sutures. When #3 son played rugby, I did that and treated assorted injuries using "primitive" techniques (rugby players aren't whiners adverse to small scars) and continue to treat personal minor injuries and those of my dogs. There's a wealth of viable out of date treatment methods out there that you seldom see in the US any more. My personal favorite is Carrel-Dakins solution, usually just referred to as Dakins solution. Cheap to buy and easy to make. A Great War wound treatment still used around the world. I can bore you for hours about it, but for those of you into self care or readiness it's a great read history-wise to research. Most younger docs and vets have forgotten about it if they ever knew. . Of course I recommend you see your doctor and do whatever he/she recommends and keep your vaccines up to date including Tetanus!

 

[Puller]

I miss the good ole days. You know, back in 2019 when we could . . . oh, never mind.

 

[Golddollar]

There's a wealth of viable out of date treatment methods out there that you seldom see in the US any more. My personal favorite is Carrel-Dakins solution, usually just referred to as Dakins solution. Cheap to buy and easy to make. A Great War wound treatment still used around the world.

I have personally used sliced onion on a bee sting and cayenne pepper on a cut.

 

[oldbrownhat]

Aside from "Nostalgia ain't what it used to be", there are these:

 

[CQB27]

So is FAT just like Fat, only FATTER..?

Fat = stretch pants and gloom on the face of the all "you can eat" buffet owner when you walk in the door.

FAT = Old school steel scale crushing weight that if your feet could talk they would squeal like a stuck hog under the crushing load of every step....FAT!

Or as my grand daddy used to say..."She is so FAT it takes two men and a boy just to look at her"......Lol, he was a card!

 

[mmb617]

When we were kids my mom didn't drive and dad usually worked out of town so it was a good thing our doctor made house calls.

What I remember most is that when one of us was sick and the doctor came to the house it was a sure bet that all the kids were getting a shot whether they were the sick one or not. Penicillin in the butt, count on it. Preventative medicine I guess. We'd all be mad at the sick one.

 

[fordson]

The best part about the good old days is that they're over. New things in the future are more exciting.

Hmm.... not necessarily.......