Dr. Holmes Was Our Insurance

Published: Thursday, March 21, 2013 at 09:16 AM.

I thought of him as a crusty old fellow but he never seemed to take a vacation, be out of town or unavailable when a crisis occurred. If you broke your arm on Sunday, he’d meet you at the office and mash it back in place. He was one of those constants when we were growing up. You knew if it got too bad, you could go see Dr. Holmes. He might have been the last resort, but he was a good guy to have at the end of the health line. We didn’t fill out insurance papers or have to “pay before services were rendered”. Dr. Holmes WAS our insurance. 

            One of the worst crashes of my misspent youth occurred when I veered off the hill behind the swimming pool on my cardboard racer and went hurdling headlong toward the concrete walkway below. Just before my face made contact I saw that Texas needle plain as day! When I “came to” Billy Webb had me in his arms racing toward the house. I could feel hot sticky liquid spilling into my right eye. “Billy,” I was addled but not that out of it, “don’t take me home. I’m not going to the doctor”. Billy ran directly to our house, Mom covered my face with a cold towel and drove me immediately to Dr. Holmes. He held my face gently as he rammed the big needle into the cut above my eye. Five stitches fixed me right up.

            I thought I might catch a break when I went to get my freshman football physical signed. Listen, I had about had it with football. I was tired of getting run over by Bob Cassidy, David Paschall and Jim Williams. Maybe Dr. Holmes would think about the knee he sewed up and my thumb and certainly that big cut above my eye. I could have a Whooping Cough relapse. I couldn’t quit football but if I failed the physical…...

            The nurse took my papers and went off to the back somewhere. She reappeared in about two minutes with my physical SIGNED by Dr. Holmes. He passed me without even looking at me! I thought that was unfair and surely illegal. Until it dawned on me that Dr. Holmes had been examining me all my life! He wasn’t guessing or to busy to bother. He “specialized” in knowing me inside out!

            I hope and pray my granddaughter could be so lucky,



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