X-Rayed Feet & Cobalted Head

The one shoe store in Idabel had the x-ray machine. We (my cousins & I) would look over our feet 2-3 times a day if the customerd weren’t looking at it…we would trade-off putting our hands under it so the others could look. still got my feet, pretty much.

One better…a stray kitten showed-up at our house &, of course I played with it for a few days. Well, ringworms were one of the banes of childhood. Mom managed to get rid of them all with the exception of a half=dozen around the top of my head. She shaved my little head & treated it quite horribly. About that time we made the long trip out ol’ route 66 to visit my grandparents & uncle in California.

The trip itself was a wonder that I need to set-down somewhere. After we arrived my grandma got all the dope on my shaved head with sores all over it. She knew just where to take me…right back to the hospital I had been born into 4 years or so earlier. Take me they did. It was not unpleasant undergoing the treatment the Skin specialis proscribed for me. It was a new treatment…just out…the best thing in years…first cousin to the then recent Nagasaki bomb…laying me under a wild looking contraption they told me to hold perfectly still. Mom promised me we would drive out to Roy Rogers house as a reward (we did too!).

It was dad who got the specifics of the machine thingy. It delivered a high intensity cobalt treatment to very select targets on and just under the skin. It would and did literally burn those booger worms to death & then some. Also left some nice scars over my upper hemisphere. This with short burr haircuts the norm. Mine was always allowed to go a little longer…a secret well held by only my family and our barber who kept his mouth shut with a little tip from dad.

The one shoe store in Idabel had the x-ray machine. We (my cousins & I) would look over our feet 2-3 times a day if the customerd weren’t looking at it…we would trade-off putting our hands under it so the others could look. still got my feet, pretty much.

One better…a stray kitten showed-up at our house &, of course I played with it for a few days. Well, ringworms were one of the banes of childhood. Mom managed to get rid of them all with the exception of a half=dozen around the top of my head. She shaved my little head & treated it quite horribly. About that time we made the long trip out ol’ route 66 to visit my grandparents & uncle in California.

The trip itself was a wonder that I need to set-down somewhere. After we arrived my grandma got all the dope on my shaved head with sores all over it. She knew just where to take me…right back to the hospital I had been born into 4 years or so earlier. Take me they did. It was not unpleasant undergoing the treatment the Skin specialis proscribed for me. It was a new treatment…just out…the best thing in years…first cousin to the then recent Nagasaki bomb…laying me under a wild looking contraption they told me to hold perfectly still. Mom promised me we would drive out to Roy Rogers house as a reward (we did too!).

It was dad who got the specifics of the machine thingy. It delivered a high intensity cobalt treatment to very select targets on and just under the skin. It would and did literally burn those booger worms to death & then some. Also left some nice scars over my upper hemisphere. This with short burr haircuts the norm. Mine was always allowed to go a little longer…a secret well held by only my family and our barber who kept his mouth shut with a little tip from dad.

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