Dear Readers:--Last week I told you that I expected to spend a few days in a hospital in Raleigh, for a minor operation. I left Zebulon Friday of last week and came to Raleigh where I visited my dear sick mother. I then visited other relatives before I went to Mary Elizabeth and hung up my coat and hat for a few days.
Arriving at the hospital, O found a present reception from the time I entered the office until the last sight of the building was far behind when on my way home.
Quite a large number of people are acquainted with the doctors at this institution and especially the Big Doctor, known as Harold Glasscock. He is a great big piece of human pleasantness and has a good word for all. I had told the doctor to get his instrument in good shape and make the date for the use of his keen instrument to suit himself.
Saturday afternoon about 2:30 I was ordered to roll over on a table I soon was on my way to the operating room. Arriving there, I found the Doctor and his assistants ready to begin the operation. Here I had a little argument about being put to sleep. I told to Dr. Glasscock to go ahead, and not to mind the sleeping part. In a few moments I was rolled into another room and the actual work with the knife began. Of course I was filled up on some kind of “cain,” but it done the work. The knife was hardly felt, and I stood the operation fine—leaving the operating room smiling and by the time we arrived in my room, I was laughing—because I felt good over the fact that I had gone through the operation and had not suffered near what I had been suffering for several weeks.
When one comes in contact with the nurses in a hospital, they soon realize that they are with God’s people—kind and generous—obliging and pleasant—always ready when you call, to render whatever they can do for their suffering.
In addition to being a patient at the hospital itself, I found Mr. E.C. Carter who lives on the old Raleigh Road, No. 90, near the ice plant. He had the misfortune to get his hand caught in a corn shredder last Wednesday. He was immediately brought here and had his hand amputated. He is getting on fine.
Another young man, whom I had the pleasure of rooming with, was Mr. Earnest Parrish, who loves on Zebulon Route 1. He is the son of Mr. and Mrs. A.B. Parrish. Young Mr. Parrish was quite sick when he was brought here, but is improving very fast and will soon be home.
Speaking about hospitals, lots of people dread them, but many persons have gone to a premature grave because they were afraid of the knife and did not want to go to a hospital. When it is all figured out, it is like a child taking castor oil—it is soon over, and all is better, by taking a treatment at some good hospital.
From the front page of the Zebulon Record, Friday, Feb. 26, 1926
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