08-17-2017 Tri-City Area History

Benton Harbor Peach Market 1906

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300 Coloma Avenue, Coloma

The Paw Paw River Journal

Getting high!

I recently had the opportunity, or perhaps a compelling reason, to visit the Emergency Room of an area hospital.  I was bleeding, and it scared me.  Scared the bejeepers out of the Chief Accountant too!  So we went.  First order of business was a check-in physical.  The doctor was a young woman, attractive, and a Doctor of Osteopathy… and I have a new found respect for them.  It was one of the most complete physicals I’ve had in years.  When she finished, she started out the door, then pulled a Columbo on me.  You remember that detective on TV… he’d start out of the room, then come back in and say, “Oh, by the way…”

That’s what she did.  She came back and said, “Oh, by the way… we didn’t talk about resuscitation!  How do you feel about that?”

“Of course,” I said, “I’ve still got places to go, things to do, and people to see!”  She smiled in satisfaction, nodded, and ducked out the door.

Well, they prepped me for a colonoscopy.  When the surgeon got me on the table, the bleeding had stopped.  So he removed a polyp and when I was back in the conscious world, he said, “Well it was just a diverticuli bleed, and is OK now.  I checked your whole system and you’re fine! You’ll probably never have to do this again!”  Good news, indeed!

So they kept monitoring my red blood count to see if it was coming up (I’d lost quite a bit), and the last night before my release they came in several times to check it.  Then they gave me a steroid cocktail… thereby hangs my tale about getting high!  This was followed by the on duty doctor telling me they needed to keep me another day to see if my red count would stop going down (the reason for the prep).  And they wanted to do another complete scan of my system.

Along about sunup, he came back and said, “Well, they’ve cancelled your scan… red count coming up now, and you get to go home today!”  Yea!!!!!!  And by now the steroids had me feeling about 10 feet tall… I’ve never taken anything like that before!  Here I was… all geeked up and no place to go!

I ate all my breakfast… bacon, French toast, fruit cup, juice, coffee.  Had a great talk with the young man from Food Service who brought it; when he left, we shook hands and were both laughing.  The steroids had me on a roll.

A nice lady from Housekeeping came to clean my room and we had a great talk about raising kids… she was in her 50s and most interesting.  Next came my night nurse to say goodbye… going off duty.  She was young, feisty and full of the juice of life.  I asked what her story was.  She said, “I’m a single mom with an 8-year-old daughter.”

I said, “You are so attractive… someday you will meet Mr. Right!  You’ll never find him in a bar… he’ll be at church, in a class you attend, or in some group with your similar interests.  You will find him, and when that little girl grows up, she will be your treasure; and when the time comes, she will take care of you… and don’t you ever settle for second best!”