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True life events of S. L. Stephenson, DVM aka [email protected]
My Daddy Never Gets A Live One!!
(806) 420-0672
My Daddy Never Gets A
Live One!Written and experienced by S.L. Stephenson, DVM
akaDrShinola
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE – (RUBOR) 3CHAPTER TWO - (ET TUMORE) 13
CHAPTER THREE – (CON CALORE) 51
CHAPTER FOUR – (ET DOLORE) 74CHAPTER FIVE – (RUBOR ET TUMORE CON CALORE ET DOLORE)
91CHAPTER SIX – (CONCLUSION) 112
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Chapter One
(rubor)(redness)
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DrShinola… How in the world did I get to be known as “DrShinola”?
I mean, really… That’s a dumb name, don’t you think? Now, I’m not
saying that I’m dumb enough not to know the difference between
feces (shit) and Shinola, but - oh, well… never mind! It is kind of a
catchy name, so I’m going to keep it! That’ll be my pen name. I love it
when people ask me, “How in the world did you decide on a shitty
name like DrShinola?” Excuse me “French”, but I’m glad you asked!
What in the world is Shinola anyway? How did I obtain a doctorate
degree in Shinola? Ask anyone less than 50 yrs old these days and
they have no idea what Shinola is. I’ll try to explain… Shinola is (or
was) a brand of shoe polish previously manufactured in the U.S.A. The
alliteration or assonance and the fact that the two commodities in this
phrase could possibly be confused are the root. Both words begin with
“sh”. The distinction is well made; only one of them would be good to
apply to your shoes and only particularly dim, i.e. (not bright) people
could be expected to mix them up. Of course, outside America, most
people don't know Shinola from anything at all, as they've never
heard of it. Even in America it would probably not be widely
remembered but for this phrase. (“… don’t know shit from Shinola!”)
Authorities don’t know Shinola from that other stuff, either!
Shinola was a brand of shoe polish popular in the first half of the 20th
century. The expression “Doesn’t know shit from Shinola” became
popular in World War II era, used to denote a hopelessly clueless
individual.
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The 'ola' suffix is popular in the USA as part of trade names, e.g.
Crayola, Granola etc. This leads to the pronunciation of Shinola as
shine + ola. That spoils the alliteration a little as it would work better
as shin + ola. One has to be a PhD to understand all of this, don’t you
think? Uh, no…
Let me explain the origin of my honorary title. In the early 1990’s,
just after E. coli, a normal bacterial intestinal inhabitant located in
every animal species made its impact by infecting people who had
eaten a hamburger (ground beef) which had not been fully cooked. It
was sometimes a fatal infection to many people and was rightfully
deemed a critical item for correction by the Food Safety Inspection
Service, a division of the United States Department of Agriculture.
Keep in mind, we’re dealing with a microscopic bacterium here, and
the USDA/FSIS needed to be able to identify fecal contamination of
animal carcasses at slaughter, no matter how small the poop
(contaminant) was.
I was picked to be on the team with the USDA/FSIS to arrive at a
written description of feces so that all inspection personnel would know
exactly what they were to be looking for. In short, we needed to
educate the inspection force on how to recognize feces, i.e. shit, crap,
poop, intestinal expulsion! Is this a new disease caused by a new
bacterium? Was this a newly discovered disease? Was this something
never before recognized? Nope, nada, uh-uh… you gotta be kidding
me!
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Escherichia coli has been here forever. Many humans have very
little natural immunity to this bacterium which is a normal intestinal
inhabitant. “Wash your hands after you pet the dog, Stevie!” Mom
used to say. Teachers would say, “Students, be sure to use the hand
sanitizer before touching the keyboard, pencils, books, etc.” Even in
the grocery stores, hand sanitizer is offered before using their “dirty”
grocery carts! I even saw a sign in one of the high school classrooms
advising students to use a paper towel to cover the doorknobs before
entering a classroom! No wonder we have basically no immunity to
bacteria found in feces. We’re simply too clean!!
When I was selected for this project, I thought, “What an odd
assignment, but I felt I was up to this meaningful (shitty) assignment
and I wanted to go.” (Anything to get out and away from the meat
inspectors in Cactus, Texas!) I knew I had ideas to offer, but I couldn’t
go empty handed. It’s just not me, as you will soon find out. I had a
couple of days, so I began developing my strategy. I needed to find
something that reminds everybody of feces without having to describe
it.
If anyone knew their shit, it was me! The use of humor is often a
very effective ingredient in teaching. If it makes someone smile at the
thought, they won’t likely forget it. Actually, every animal including
humans produces feces. We’re full of it! How can I make them think
of feces and enjoy it? Make them happy that they make it? Then,
when I thought my luck couldn’t get any better, an extremely
enjoyable movie came into being. “The Jerk” entered into the world!
The movie “The Jerk” gave me an idea. Navin Johnson, played by
Steve Martin was adopted by a family of black sharecroppers. When
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he was about to leave his home, his black father took him into the
farmyard to teach him a few things before he went out into the real
world. “See that?” his father asked as he pointed to the ground.
“That’s shit! See this? (He was holding up a can of Shinola.) This is
Shinola.” Then he repeated “shit” by pointing to the pile on the
ground and repeated “Shinola” as he pointed to the can he was
holding.
Navin replied as he pointed to the ground, “Shit!” Then he pointed
to the can his adopted father was holding and said, “Shinola!” Then
he repeated himself to demonstrate that he knew the difference, (or at
least could differentiate) between Shit and Shinola.
When I thought about the task of developing a written description of
feces, I knew I had a winner. Just as Navin’s dad told him, “Son, you’re
going to be all right!” I knew that I too, was going to be all right!
Suddenly, I had an idea I just had to act on! I had to find a
container of Shinola! Shinola was no longer for sale or in
production. I searched everywhere… I finally found it in an antique
store in Fort Worth, Texas, but on my way back to my car, I tripped and
fell. I cradled the bottle of Shinola as I hit the ground and broke a
couple of my ribs, but I protected my Shinola! Navin would have
been proud of me! A painful shopping spree, but I had it! I had the
very item which would make everyone smile when they thought of
feces. “I’m somebody!” I exclaimed to myself.
When I arrived at the descriptive meeting, we began straining on
this important function… Sort of like having a bowel movement… This
is getting better and better, i.e. my bowel movement function I just
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talked about! I hadn’t planned on this nifty addition to my writings,
but as the urge hits, MOVE ON IT!!
We spent three or four days trying to describe feces which is
produced via bowel movements, defecation, rectal excrement, to
produce this E. coli contaminated feces, aka crap, poop, stool, caca or
shit if you will! This sounds like it would not be complicated, but it was
much more difficult than it sounds.
The task of describing feces in layman’s terms was and still is a
difficult task. Excuse this next example, but let’s try to describe a
buggar. You try to describe a buggar. What color is it? Does it have
anything else mixed in with it? Is your nose bloody? What about when
you pass a buggar, aren’t you blowing your nose? Why not simply fan
it? Isn’t snot simply a collection of buggars? Try to describe water…
There’s plain water which is the clear colorless liquid, odorless and
tasteless when pure. Water occurs as rain, fog, sleet, hail, snow and
ice. It forms rivers, lakes and seas, and is essential for life. Naturally
occurring water picks up color and taste from substances in its
environment. Water in its purest form is made up solely of two
elements, hydrogen and oxygen. The chemical formula of water is
simply H2O.
There are many variations of water. There’s clear and colorless
water. Muddy water, cloudy water, colored water, running water,
standing water, rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog, etc. See the difficulty? Now
let’s get back to feces. Let’s get back to the reason we’re talking
about this crap, shit if you will!
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Everyone knows where feces comes from, what it is, what it smells
like, and on and on! I finally said, "We can't describe feces, because
we don't have our standard!" They asked me. "What's the standard?"
I said, "We can't describe avian (chicken, geese, turkeys, etc.) feces,
bovine (cattle) feces, porcine (pig) feces, ovine (sheep) feces, caprine
(goat) feces, equine (horse) feces (I had no idea what species an
ostrich is, so I said ostrich shit), because we don't know "shit" from …
wait a second.
I needed to produce my throbbing, but invaluable visual example
which was my container of shoe polish, my theatrical description, my
“Shinola"! My ribs still hurt… That's when I decided my name should
be and will be (no shit) "DrShinola"! Let’s return to my book now that
I’ve told you how I became known as “DrShinola”.
As clearly as yesterday, (must have been 7 or 8) I remember hiding
behind the fence in back of the barn, (I did not want to be seen…) I
was crying and praying for each calf's life as my step-father (Henry)
worked calves through the squeeze chute. Each feeble calf would
struggle frantically as it entered the squeeze chute only to have the
solid steel walls cave in on each side and the head gate slam shut on
its tender neck. The calf would assume the same stance a convicted
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felon on death row would show as he entered the electric chair or gas
chamber. (I remember seeing death row inmates at the movies…)
Then the injections began...then the branding as white smoke
billowed into the air, incinerating the hair and boiling the hide...then
the knife castration...then the sawing off of the horns with blood
spurting high into the air after the head was completely secured by an
iron bar squishing the calf’s head onto the head gate.
After the horns were sawed off, a hot branding iron was pressed
onto the blood vessels to sear off or cauterize the bleeding. Then the
calf was given a bolus of big ol' pills. Then it was given a shot right in
the eyelid for pinkeye. On top of all that, the calf’s eyes were sprayed
purple!
As he would turn it loose in preparation for the next calf, Henry
would jokingly exclaim, "I guess that one'll die!" as he made an
expression of pain on his face, just to enjoy my reaction. Then he
assumed an agonizing stance, again for my benefit. When the chute
would open up to let the calf go, the calf would just stand there, shake
its head in anguish after being vaccinated, branded, dewormed,
deloused, treated for pink-eye, given antibiotics, sulfa-boluses,
dehorned and castrated.
Then it would take off in a conquered trot. As I mentally tried to put
myself through this rough handling, I was horrified for a moment. I
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was amazed at the ability of each calf to recover so quickly from this
grisly ordeal. Millions of calves have undergone the same treatment
worldwide, (and still do). I now realize that few suffer any long-term ill
effects, but I took him seriously and prayed more earnestly for the
calf's life than any preacher had ever prayed for a terminally ill human
patient.
After Henry and I finished working the cattle through this
nightmare, it was time to get back on the tractor. We had just finished
cutting the wheat and we had a lot of plowing to do. Henry was a
farmer and I was his helper, i.e. “his fuddler”. I looked up “fuddle” in
the dictionary and it apparently involves alcohol, but I’ve never been a
drinker and Henry was way too religious to ever even think of alcohol.
He just liked the word, I guess. Henry raised wheat, cattle, maize,
alfalfa and anything else to make money for the family, and I was his
associate. There. That sounds better… his associate, not his fuddler!
As I climbed onto the tractor and sat down on the hot metal seat, I
began to think of my background. I was still feeling sorry for the
calves.
I thought about my real Dad. He died when I was three years old.
He was a pharmacist and owned the drug store in Groom, Texas. I
spent my days in Groom going to all the local businesses. I was well-
known as “Stevie boy”. The only vision of Dad I remember seeing is
him dressed in grey slacks with a white shirt (sleeves rolled to the
elbows) standing over the kitchen sink vomiting blood.
Mom says this did not happen, but that is what I remember. While I
was in veterinary school, I learned that uremia, which he reportedly
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died from, is toxic, and destroys the blood vessels and causes bleeding
in the G. I. tract. This confirmed his death (to me) of his uremic
poisoning due to kidney failure.
Since this is what I remember about my Dad dying, I guess I need
to explain how this collection of my memories took place. In 1996, my
sisters asked each sibling to write one of our favorite memories to be
included as a memento for each of us in our family.
I struggled with this assignment for weeks. When the deadline
drew near, I decided I would include many of the memorable events
about my life. I could not limit myself to only one event. This is what I
created. These events created me.
Chapter Two
(Et tumor)(and swelling)
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Memories of
Stephen Lynn Stephenson, aka
Stevie Boy Stephenson, aka
Stevie Stephenson, aka
Steve Stephenson, aka
S. L. Stephenson, D.V.M., aka
Dr. Stephenson, aka
DrShinola
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MY MEMORIES
I decided that if I was ever going to get some of my memories on
paper, I'd better make them short. I'm going to start by telling you
mostly about my growing up in Groom. All will be randomly listed as
my memory is triggered with no particular order or reason. I admit
that I am a man of few words, so don’t expect much description of
places, people or things. Read it as written and you’ll enjoy it, I hope!
The reason for telling you all about my earlier years is to help you
understand why I am like I am!
I was one content kid
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All little boys fall in love. I’ve got to tell you about my love affairs I
fell into in my younger years, starting with my first girl friend, Gay Nell
in the first grade. I used to smooch her picture! Wow… I thought she
was beautiful! I was deeply in love, (of course I was only in the 1st
grade.) My high school sisters had a pair of long white gloves I used to
take to bed with me. That way I could dream about Gay Nell kissing
me as she wore those long white gloves. That’s about as far as this
love episode lasted as she moved away sometime that year. I was
heartbroken. I remember telling myself, “No more women (well, girls)
for me!”
I appointed myself as President of the Local Women Haters Club. If
“Alfalfa” from the “Little Rascals” could get appointed, so could I. I
think I decided to hate girls, because I could not imagine my love being
so cruel by moving away when I so deeply adored her. Of course, I had
no idea what reason her parents had for moving my love escort out of
my life! Who did they think they were? Grown-ups? I made Danny,
my neighborhood best friend, the vice-president. I doubt if I ever told
Danny why I started the women-haters club. He just went along with
me. One doesn’t tell Alfalfa “no”. No questions asked.
Melody moved into my life when I was in the sixth grade. I had
been President of the Women Hater’s Club for nearly five years when I
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decided that girls really weren’t all that bad. She had boobs! I had no
idea what they were for, but I did like the looks of ‘em! In the sixth
grade! Big ‘uns! Melody, as well, was a fine-looking girl. Ok,
beautiful…
One problem appeared that I had not really figured on with Melody.
My step-father, Henry was an Elder in the church we attended and I
had been told I could not comfortably date or ever eventually marry a
Catholic. (Now really…, I was a whopping 11 years old!) Things never
did really work out with Melody and me. She had a really mean
brother, named Larry, who hated me. I think he hated me because I
could not speak a word when I got close to Melody. I was more or less
a “mute”.
Larry was killed in the Vietnam War years later after we grew older.
I went to Washington, DC a few years ago and found his name on the
Vietnam Memorial, also known as, “The Wall”. He hated everyone. It
wouldn’t surprise me if he’ll try to beat me up when I kick the bucket…
My condolences to his relatives, especially Melody…
I used to dream about Melody while I was plowing. She’d come
floating over the horizon wearing a beautiful white dress and bringing
me something to eat. I would then imagine taking her into my arms
and kissing her passionately. I was some kind of a romantic, huh?
Well, marriage for me, an 11 year old was out of the question for
Melody and me. Time to move on…
When Beverly and her big brother Steve moved to Groom, my
fascination with Melody came to a sudden stop. Melody really was
pretty, but WOW, Beverly was gorgeous! Beverly had long beautiful
blonde hair. She wasn’t interested in me, though. She was dating a
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fellow named Herbie, who I’ll discuss later on. Notice my never-ending
desire to be with beautiful women?
I was completely speechless around all girls, but managed to work
up the strength once and asked Beverly to sit by me in the movie
theatre in Groom. She said, “Yes!” When I got to the movies, I was all
“slicked up” and waited for her to arrive. Problem was, she never
showed up! Guess she forgot, huh? I was devastated for a week or so,
until I fell in love again.
I discovered a girl in high school named Twyla during the coldest,
wettest winter I had ever experienced. Twyla was a bit of a “tomboy”,
but I fell for her, anyway. I used to make plans during that winter of
asking Twyla to go for a ride with me on my Harley Davidson M-50
when the weather warmed up to at least 40 degrees Fahrenheit.
I don’t think it ever reached the 40 degree temperature mark, even
today. Twyla was really smart and eventually became an osteopathic
physician. I don’t think we ever went out together, as it never warmed
up! Time to move on… Maybe this is where I get my instinctive need
to accept change and move on into another situation. Gay Nell moved
out of my life, Melody didn’t work out, Beverly didn’t accept me, Twyla
… well, and the weather never cooperated!
Farther along in high school, I met Paulette through a friend of mine
named James. James had been making trips to Panhandle which was
30 miles from Groom and asked me if I wanted a girlfriend. I said,
“sure” and he said, “Do you want to have a really good-looking
girlfriend or one who is plainer looking?”
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I said, “You can have the really good-looking one and I’ll take
what’s left, as long as she ain’t too bad!” After our first double date,
all roads led to Panhandle for several years. As it turned out, I fell
deeply in love (again) and even asked Paulette to marry me. I was
really serious and even bought a diamond ring for her! I was not a
man without a plan, and yes, I thought she was beautiful, too.
In 1969, I graduated from high school in Groom and was ready for
college. I used to watch all the TV shows I could about being a
physician. Marcus Welby, MD, was my favorite television show. Ben
Casey, Dr. Kildare and Chicago Hope were also watched religiously by
me. My plans after college were to go on into medical school and also
to marry Paulette.
Paulette was a year behind me, so she stayed in Panhandle while I
was away in college. I spent my first year at Midwestern University in
Wichita Falls, Texas. I missed Paulette relentlessly, so I went home
every weekend. I used to dream with Paulette about my desires to
become a neurosurgeon. I had it all figured out how I could transplant
a head from one person to another. Bet I could’ve done it, too!
I had a cousin who was a surgeon in Wichita Falls and he knew of
my desire to become a physician. He even allowed me to watch him
perform surgery once. He took some guy’s lung out and when he was
finished removing it, you could have heard a pin drop. The nurses and
I were simply in awe from observing this procedure. He realized the
moment of extreme silence and kicked a stainless steel bucket across
the floor and announced, “I thought for a moment that he might have
“kicked the bucket!”
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I thought the nurses were going to get angry or worse when the
bucket quit bouncing around, but they just laughed like I did.
Everyone was relieved, as this was an extremely serious, life-
threatening operation. A little humor goes a long way.
I darn near went broke driving back and forth from Wichita Falls to
Groom and to Panhandle and to Amarillo or Pampa to take Paulette to
the movies and to eat out. Gasoline was extremely expensive! I’d pull
into a gas station and would immediately drive off. There’s no way I
was going to pay
$ 0.32 per gallon! Gas wars were common then and I was used to
seeing gasoline in the $0.19 range. The cheapest I ever bought
gasoline was $0.11 per gallon, and that’s where it should still be. I
can’t believe we’re paying over $3.00 per gallon now. Unbelievable…
During one of my trips home later that year, Paulette announced to
me that she wanted to live her own life and that we should break up.
She said she wanted to be able to date other guys for events like the
Senior prom, dances and so on.
I was completely taken by surprise and had no idea how to react. I
finally figured I’d go ahead and get it over with. I thought that at the
current gas price of $0.32 per gallon, it was just as well. I took her
home, followed her into her house and loaded up every single thing I
had given her, including her, diamond… I mean MY diamond ring.
After all, I paid for it!
After the break up, I drove back to my apartment in Canyon, Texas.
The more I thought about my dilemma, the madder I became. I hit my
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windshield so hard, it totally shattered, well, cracked badly. Luckily, it
was shatterproof, but I had to drive the rest of the way with my head
out the window so I could see. I felt like a dog riding with my head out
the window.
I met Judy by “making the drag” in Pampa, Texas. Guys used to
drive down one street for several blocks, turn left and go several more
blocks, then turn around and retrace the route. While all guys were
doing this, we’d find a car with girls in it and decide whether or not to
pick them up. I picked Judy and we had a very short date. Then I
asked her to go out again with me, but she was going to a business
school in Amarillo. I told her I was going to college at WT and I only
lived about 20 minutes or so from her apartment. We dated for
several months and she was and still is a really nice girl. Judy was very
sympathetic towards me and listened patiently as I cried about losing
Paulette. I learned to like Judy, but never really felt like I loved her, so
I tried to reunite with Paulette.
I invited Judy to a Christmas dinner at my house in Groom to meet
my parents. I couldn’t stop grieving for Paulette, so I broke up with her
and tried to get Paulette back into my life. (Yeah, right…) Good thing
Paulette never responded favorably to my pleas.
Connie was Judy’s roommate and I met her while I was dating
Judy. Wow, that was tough, as Connie was then and still is today, (I
think) beautiful! I couldn’t take my eyes off of Connie. I never found
out her measurements, but I’ll bet they were pert-near perfect!
One day while I was visiting Connie at their apartment, a pickup
screeched to a stop in their drive-by street. Judy and her new
boyfriend were parked in their car outside the apartment. Pickup
doors slammed shut and people started hollering at each other, then
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the fist fight began. Judy’s ex-boyfriend and his friend began beating
up her new boyfriend. I ran outside and pulled them off and they
started hitting me! “What am I getting into,” I thought.
I started to slug them, but kept thinking about breaking my
windshield after I ended it with Paulette. One guy was standing with
his legs wide apart and I thought seriously about kicking him in the
testicles, but I didn’t want to kill the guy. I let them keep hitting me,
but I did bob and weave a lot. I mean, I ain’t a dumb-ass, you know.
As time progressed, I asked Connie to marry me. She said yes!
Connie and I had planned to elope, but didn’t think about our secret
getting out, much less getting our marriage license published in the
Amarillo paper. Cybil, Mom’s friend in Groom, found out about it and
called Mom to inform her of our marriage license. We had a full church
wedding 6 days later with all the trimmings thanks to Mom. Mom
passed away in 2006, so I should to tell you of a few of my events with
her… This poem strongly reminds me of her.
ME MUDDER
When my prayers were poorly said,
who tucked me in me widdle bed
and spanked me butt ‘til it was red?
.......Me Mudder!
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In the morning,
when the lights would come
and in me crib me dribbled some,
who wiped me widdle tiny bun?
.......Me Mudder!
Who took me from me cozy cot
and placed me on me ice cold pot
and made me pee-pee
when me could not?
.......Me Mudder!
Who's hair so gently she would part
and hold me tightly to her heart
and sometimes squeeze me
‘til I'd.....fart?
.......Me Mudder!
Who looked at me with eyebrows
drooped, and screamed and yelled
‘til she had the croup when in
me Sunday pants I...pooped?
.......Me Mudder!
I now realize how literal a kid takes what a grownup says. When I
was a kid, Mom used to tell me when I went outside how I had better
not get my Sunday school clothes muddy. I took my clothes off and
hung them on my tricycle while I jumped in a mud puddle. Didn't get
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my clothes dirty. Well, I did get my underwear dirty. I was about 6
years old…
Carolyn, my sister and I played behind the drug store after a huge
rain. I thought I could float across the mini-lake in a potato chip can
and had to stand for hours behind the drug store while I dried out in
the sun. Carolyn got a big kick out of my misery.
I remember some drunk showing up in Groom. He had no legs and
rode on a wooden platform on wheels. He used pieces of wood and his
arms to propel himself forward while his torso was on his “vehicle”. I
thought I saw a go-cart coming out of the drug store, so I ran down to
look this apparatus over. I’d never seen anything like this before and I
was really excited.
When I made it to the front of the drug store, I guess I made this
guy extremely uncomfortable and he, without more ado, started
screaming, "Look at me! Look at me! Make fun of me! Make fun of
me!" Everyone thought my eyes were going to pop out. Carolyn and I
hid in upstairs in the drug store for awhile. Anything to get out of his
sight and mind. I just knew he was going to kill me.
I made a soup to feed the same fellow, just in case he ever tried to
track me down. It contained rotten vegetables, table scraps, dog poop,
gasoline, spoiled milk, chocolate (for flavoring), dirt, gravel, cigarette
butts, dead sparrows, oil, etc. It stunk so much he never came back
to try it. I guess he figured he'd better not mess with me!
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I remember having the mumps and being too sick to go to school,
but not too sick to have a good time. I wanted to go out and play,
because I wasn’t feeling that bad. I looked like I had two jaw breakers
in my mouth when I looked in the mirror. I was really swollen up! I
was home alone, so I called the drug store to ask Mom if I could go
outside. Mom said “No!”
I was really hacked off, so I threw my tinker toy can. It bounced
around the living room and landed on the coffee table. The table had a
glass top and it shattered the glass. “What have I done now?” I
thought. I quickly came up with a solution. I lined up all my tinker toys
and told Mom not to bother it, because I was making something
special. It worked for about two weeks.
When I used to get in trouble, Mom would pull a belt out to spank
me. Keep in mind, this was before child abuse laws, child protective
services, etc. came into being. I'd get Mom laughing and the
punishment wouldn't be so bad. I think that method is hereditary,
because Stephen, my son used it very effectively on me.
When Stephen would get in trouble, I used to spank him. Just as I
was about to apply either my hand or my belt to his rear, Stephen
would ask me, “Ever wonder how Dolly Parton got two black eyes?” I
knew better than to ask, “Why?”, but I couldn’t resist what I knew was
coming. I’d say “No. Why?” He’d say, “From jogging!” Then we’d
both laugh our heads off. This trick didn’t work with Connie.
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Henry and I were our own worst enemies. I remember taking the
engine on our Minneapolis Moline (the farm tractor) completely apart
several times while Henry (my step-dad) and I tried to figure out why
water was getting into the oil. We finally gave-up and took it to the
mechanic and let him fix it.
I used to spend hours walking around the horse tank gathering
snails. Henry called me his "fuddler." I was a good “fuddler”.
Maxine, my sister and Lynda, Maxine’s best friend once drove me
into the country and made me kiss them on the cheek or I'd have to
walk back. The first time they tried, I started walking. The next time
they gave me the choice I gave them a very quick peck. Boy, I hated
that, but it was a long way back to town.
My first fishing trip with Henry, my step-father was in Canton,
Oklahoma. It was great. We didn't have anything but a blanket, a
pillow and a couple of fishing poles. We got there late at night and
found a spot that looked ok, but it had lots of rocks. We unrolled our
sleeping bags and lay there a few minutes, planning on going to sleep.
Henry was about to call it quits until I stretched and said, "Man, this
is really living!" Henry just groaned and rolled over.
On another fishing trip, we forgot our alarm clock and didn't have a
watch. We got up at the same time, looked at the horizon, saw a glow
and decided to go into town to eat a quick breakfast so that we could
start fishing early, early!
When we got to Canton, there was absolutely nobody around
except a night watchman. We waved him down and asked him where
everyone was. He told us it was 2:00 a.m. and they were all at home,
except for him.
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We went back to the camp and slept until after 9:00 a.m. Then
when we did start fishing, other fishermen were talking about how the
fish had been biting like crazy earlier that morning. Later that day, the
dam was opened. There was an old man with at least 999 fishing
poles, (well, at least six), set up over the bridge. I asked if the fish
were biting and he said, "No! Fishin' ain't no good around here, but
they were sure biting earlier this morning." His fish stringer was full…
I used to get blamed for everything. One time, Mom blamed me for
carving a game of tic-tac-toe on some wax fruit. About a year later, I
was getting into trouble again and I told Mom that I didn't do it, just
like I hadn’t played tic-tac-toe on the wax fruit. Carolyn finally owned
up to it, but she didn't get into trouble.
I remember going to a church camp at Camp Blue Haven in New
Mexico and getting so homesick that I was a blubbering idiot for the
entire two weeks. Camp Blue Haven is a church camp. Remember
Henry, my step father, the Elder? Where else could I have gone?
Camp Blue Haven is in the mountains and is an absolutely gorgeous
place. Mountains, creeks, rough terrain, etc. My cup of tea, so to
speak.
During that particular visit to Camp Blue Haven, during a hike, I
found a sack lunch that some camper had left behind on the same trail
two weeks before. I really made fun of that dummy. We kept hiking
and lunch time came around. Problem was, during my laughing and
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making fun of the kid who had left his lunch, I had picked his up and
left my nice fresh one there! “Maybe,” I thought, “some kid will pick
mine up and leave theirs behind for someone else and so on. I always
have an answer for nearly every situation!
Carolyn had and still does have a friend named Patricia. Herby
used to date Beverly, so I didn’t think a whole lot of him. Carolyn
spent the night at her house, while I spent the night in a tent outside
their house while it was raining. I was miserable, thinking that they
were having the time of their life while I was cooped up in the stupid
tent. I think they really had a good time. I didn’t…
On one of our many trips to Oklahoma with Mom, Carolyn and I
would drive Mom nuts by singing “The Volga Boat Song”. For the life
of me, I have no idea where I heard that song. Cartoons, I guess. My
sister’s husband told her. I looked it up on the internet, and sure
enough, that’s the song! Maybe it will be on a bestselling record label
one of these days with our words! We’d sing, “Oh, what's the next
town? Oh, what's the next town? Oh, what's, what's, what's, what's,
what's the next town?” These will be the words to this hit when it’s on
the radio.
I saw my first "Body Shop" on one of those trips to Oklahoma and
was horrified with the thought. I was thinking that they sold used
arms, legs, eyes, hearts, etc. I looked that place over very carefully to
see if I could see any body parts lying around. Never saw any…
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On one of our trips to Oklahoma, Mom, Carolyn and I would take
long walks down the farm roads. If Carolyn’s friend Vicki was walking, I
really liked that. I thought she was gorgeous! I worried about ol’
“Tuffy Guffy”! I remember when we stayed in Oklahoma while
Grandma was sick, Mom enrolled us in the Byron School because we
were going to be there quite awhile.
While I was going to school in Byron, I became the target of "Tuffy
Guffy". He hated me. I remember that I was the only kid in Byron who
could march to the beat of the music in class. The other kids hated me
for that, but not as badly as “Tuffy Guffy”.
My Dad had a brother named, “Carroll” who I called, “Uncle Carroll”.
He was cool and used to show Carolyn and I magic tricks. My favorite
was a disappearing coin using colored paper. He’d put a coin in a
piece of paper, wrap it up inside another piece of paper, then another
and then turn it over three times and it would disappear! Boy was I
dumb. I really thought it worked! I didn’t know he had matching
papers on the back of the original papers.
Ah, the memories just keep flowing in. If you’ve never done this,
write a list of several memories as they come to you and keep adding
more to it. It’s hard to stop, and just when you think you’re done,
somebody will say, “I remember when you did this…” and you’ll have
another unforgettable recollection to add to your compilation.
My first vehicle I drove was a yellow 1952 3/4 ton Chevrolet pickup.
I could make it backfire like everything by driving it while revving it up
in second gear, turning off the ignition until it would just about come to
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a stop, then turn the key back on. Most cars would simply go "BANG",
but this pickup sounded like Mount Carmel's 51st day in Waco, TX!
Yeah, I’ll get into my veterinary stories when I finish telling a few more
of my incidents, descriptions, or series of events in a narrative that is
part of the whole but may digress from the main plot. I’m having too
much fun writing these things! I looked up the word “events” to see
how the dictionary identifies with me. Pretty good, huh?
I once chased a baby rabbit into a fenced-off corner in Mobeetie and
literally fell through the ground into a septic tank. Henry made me ride
home in the back of the pickup. He said I stunk…Yeah, I did…
I helped Henry build an addition to the house in Groom during the
time he married Mom. We used to eat honey on crackers as a snack. I
really didn’t help, because I had a lot of important “fuddling” to do.
Remember, I was probably less than five years old!
Groom did not have a swimming pool, so we’d have to drive to
White Deer to go swimming. We had to have pretzels afterwards.
That was tradition. I remember so many details about different events.
I remember getting my coronet in the sixth grade and figuring out
how to play the school song before school even started. I was pretty
good! When school started, I played it for the band director and he
was impeccably impressed. He couldn’t believe it and had me play it
in front of the high school band as punishment for their not being able
to. When I finished playing it from memory, he said, “If Stevie can play
the school song, why can’t you? He’s in the sixth grade and he’s only
12 years old!”
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I made first chair coronet, but got beat out of first chair frequently
by Lanny. Lanny studied the notes and knew them by name. I simply
knew when it sounded good. Lanny was better than me, so I wanted to
switch from coronet to the trombone. The band director didn't want
me to, as I was always coming up with a new twist on my music.
Apparently, he enjoyed working with me.
When he moved away, a new band director moved to Groom. I
asked him if I could switch from playing the coronet to the trombone.
He reviewed the previous band director’s notes and asked me if I had
ever played the trombone. I said, “No, but it sounds like it would be
fun.” He said if I could play the trombone and play him a song the
next day that I could switch. I switched the next day!
Being the only trombone player in the band, our new band director
had an idea which turned out to be a “hoot”. While we were marching,
I would start marching in a different direction and would start playing
whatever I wanted to play. The drum major would stop the band,
come yell at me and tell me, “You better stop messing around and
MARCH WITH THE BAND and PLAY THE MUSIC WE’RE
PLAYING!” So we’d start marching again and off I’d go playing songs
I liked and showed off in front of the stadium crowd. She’d stop the
band and come holler at me some more, only much louder.
Then she’d scream, “If you mess around one more time, I’m going to
kill you! You’re messing everyone up and you’re an embarrassment to
the Groom Tigers!” I acted like I was really sorry, but when the band
started marching and playing again, off I’d go… She stopped the band
and ran over to me and pulled out a blank gun and shot me deader n’
a hammer!
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I just laid there and the school ambulance drove across the football
field and stopped between me and the stands. The crowd couldn’t see
me because of the ambulance. They loaded my trombone, put it in on
the stretcher, then into the ambulance and drove off. I quickly
recovered and ran like a maniac trying to catch the ambulance,
because I was the injured party, not my trombone. The crowd thought
it was hilarious!
When I got in high school Lanny and I were selected to be in the
National FFA band. I have no idea how or why I was chosen, but I was.
Lanny was good enough that I knew why he was selected. He was just
good! The music we were sent to practice on had one trombone part
that was really high pitched and very fast. I practiced it to perfection
and as luck would have it, the band director had us to try out using
that particular piece of music. I blew everyone else out of their chairs.
I got first chair out of over 25 trombone players and I couldn't even
read music. I played by sight, position and sound. If it sounded good
and in tune to me, it was good and in tune. The second chair
trombone freaked out when the band director told me to play my G-
sharp and I asked him, “which line is it on?”
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While I was in high school, Lanny started a band called the
“Constellations". We played Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass music. My
sister, Carolyn, arranged for us to play for the Area FHA convention in
Amarillo. There were close to 3,000 girls at the FHA Convention who
treated us like the Beatles! All of the band groups were told to be able
to play no more than 15 minutes worth of music. We were about 7th in
line and all the other bands had guitar players and they could sing. We
played our three songs and left the stage after our 15 minutes were
up. No singing, just strictly instrumental music.
The girls “booed” the following bands off and screamed for us to
return! Yes, we were good! I think we played for about an hour before
the girls had to leave. Wow, I can now imagine what the Beatles went
through! Lanny teaches band in a high school now. He still plays very,
very well! I doubt if I could even blow a note, but give me day or so
and I’ll play a song for you!
Danny’s dad used to give me and his boys a burr haircut in the
spring. We all thought we were some cool looking dudes. I had really
big ears, but I could wiggle them, so I was cool, too.
Mom and Maxine tricked me into going home from the drug store,
grabbed me tightly as we walked right past the Chevy to go get a shot
at the doctor’s clinic. They had to start dragging me as soon as I
realized what was about to happen. I really hated shots. Still do.
I remember collecting the state disks from Val-O-Milk candy, the
best candy in the world! Cadbury Eggs top the list now.
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I remember the horror on Mom's face when Dr. Levy diagnosed my
diabetes. I doubt if anyone counted grams of the different food groups
like Mom. When I went into the hospital to learn how to give myself
shots and how to eat right, I weighed about 98 pounds. When I was
released from the hospital two weeks later, I weighed 138 pounds! I
had gained 2 pounds every day. I could have been in any stock show!
Before I was diagnosed with diabetes, I could probably have eaten
more than Hulk Hogan. I would sit down after school and eat an entire
loaf of whole wheat bread (toasted) with butter and still be hungry for
supper. I couldn't go a single hour without having to get a drink of
water and go to the bathroom. Now that my diabetes has been
diagnosed, you guessed it… shots!
Car trips were miserable, as Mom and Henry used to get really
annoyed at me for having to stop the car to use the bathroom and get
a drink so much.
I played football in Jr. High. The football team went to close by
towns in our school district, and their teams would come and play on
our football field in Groom, too. We made one trip to Shamrock for a
football game, but they weren’t in our school district and they had
much larger players than Groom had. I was up against a huge guy, so I
made a deal with him that if he left me alone, I'd sure stay out of his
way. I'm not so sure that everyone else on the team didn't make the
same deal. We lost, which was not uncommon.
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I was really touched by Gaylord’s (the preacher) sermon one
Sunday morning. I wanted to be baptized, but had not really talked it
over with Mom and Henry. I sweated that entire afternoon thinking
that if the world should come to an end, I'd be going to Hell. Not once
did I think about me dying. The world was going to come to an end. I
got baptized that night.
I had a Hampshire sow in high school. I'd ride her up and down the
alley just like a horse. No wonder she never really had a decent litter
of pigs, but she sure looked cool (black and white) when I’d scrub the
mud off her.
My best friend in school was Gary. He was severely retarded and
was tongue tied. When he'd get into trouble, I had to go with him to
the office to be his interpreter. I always got him out of trouble with
my version of what he said. You could ask him to say, “girl.” He’d say,
“tool.” Ask him to say, “school” and he’d say, “”tool.” Then ask him to
say , “schoolgirl” and he’d say, “tool tool.” Made perfect sense to me,
but nobody else could understand what he meant to say. Since
nobody knew what he was saying, I never did let him get into trouble!
Gary had a cousin, Robbie which was several years younger than
me. The kids in that family were either severely retarded or were
classified as near genius. Robbie was in the third grade and I was in
high school. He was in the genius category. He stayed up with me one
night while I was delivering pigs and I taught him how to play chess.
After 3 games, we would reach a stale mate almost every time.
While I was in about the third grade, I was picked to be the
entertainment during the intermission at a high school play. I dressed
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like an old man and sang "This Old House". I had a fake beard,
overalls and went out all bent over and really hammed it up. I had a
standing ovation and had to sing it again!
I spent one night with Ray, another friend of mine, when I was in
high school. He woke me at 2:00A.M. and wanted me to give him a
haircut. All he had was a pair of hog shears. He went to school the
next day completely bald. It started out as a regular haircut, but since
I’d never cut hair before and I had sort of butchered it, we decided to
cut all of his hair off. His girlfriend didn't like me from that day
forward.
My favorite video of all times has got to be, "A Christmas Story"
based on a novel, "In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash." Once you
see it, you'll know why. I relate to Ralphie.
Jimmy and I went out after church one Sunday to "lay a strip of
rubber"
with his Chevy. We were going about 30 mph in reverse, threw it into
first gear and BAM! The transmission gears started falling out onto the
pavement. We were stupid enough to think that we could fix it. We
finally found a discarded transmission in the junkyard and worked for
several hours on another unsuccessful venture.
One Christmas, the Groom City Council decided to decorate Main
Street for the holidays. They purchased a large pine tree and set it on
Main Street. It was fully decorated and they even had purchased a
Santa Clause.
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The Santa Claus caught my attention and I thought it would be neat
if we did a little decorating of our own. I found a toilet in the junkyard
and had Santa “sit for a spell”! He was quickly removed, or I guess
they found a plumber somewhere to relocate the toilet! I think that
Santa was stuck to it, as he was not there anymore, either.
In my pre-teen years, I remember my wonderful sisters making
fudge and locking me out of the kitchen. I loved fudge, but they
weren’t going to let me have any! I took a butcher knife and whittled
on the dining room chair. Mom kept the chair as evidence.
When a second grader got into trouble, a lot of the time the
punishment was to go sit in the first grade for an hour or so. I spent a
few hours visiting the first grade. I thought I was hiding, but Maxine
saw my name on the back of my belt. She is 10 years older than I am.
Each morning in grade school, I would stop by Mr. Reno's office (he
was the principal) and would wiggle my ears for him. If you got into
trouble in the elementary school, you had to spend time standing in
the hall.
Yeah, I got to stand in the hall quite a bit. I would wiggle my ears
for Mr. Reno when I was standing out there. He enjoyed my
punishment!
In high school, Ray and I went hunting and shot at a decoy in a lake
until it sunk. Ray had some solid lead shotgun shells that would shoot
one single bullet which weighed about as much as 10 or 20 - 22 shells.
Yeah, we sunk a duck!
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I remember plowing with the one-way. It’s called a one-way,
because you could only turn the tractor one direction. If you turned
the wrong direction, the tractor tires would run into the tires on the
plow. A 7 or 8 foot tractor tire meeting with a 2 foot plow tire wasn’t a
pretty site.
I turned the correct direction one time, too tight and the brace bar
caught on the lug of the tractor tires and the entire plow was standing
straight up above the tractor. When Henry saw that from the pickup,
I’d bet that he ran those 50 yards in world record time! I’ll guess the
plow weighed at least 3,000 pounds and it was standing on end at a 90
degree angle to the soft ground that I had just plowed.
I used to go to the junkyard with John and shoot 22's at bottles for
target practice. He had brought some M-80's (firecrackers) and they
started the junkyard grass and weeds on fire.
We tried to use our Levi jackets we were wearing to beat the fire
out and spilled 22 shells on the ground. The bullets fell out of out our
pockets as we beat the burning bushes. They started shooting
everywhere due to the fire, so we took cover behind more junk in the
junk yard. Now I know what the Branch Dividian’s in Waco felt like.
In college, I worked for a local veterinarian. He needed to haul a
load of pigs to East Texas. I told him, “Yeah, I can drive that truck and
trailer to East Texas for you.” Jimmy and I left Canyon, Texas on this
trip to deliver the pigs. We didn’t have any trouble, until we got down
the road quite a ways and were very, very tired. We drove through a
small rain storm and here’s what happened. The truck jackknifed,
ripped a butane hose off of the tank and caught the butane on fire.
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The truck ran on butane and not gasoline. Jimmy and I were extremely
lucky that we didn't get hurt at all. Not a scratch. That butane tank
blew up like a bomb. Traffic was stopped and some nut asked me if he
could help. I said, “sure”. Little did I know he meant, “Can I open the
trailer doors and let the pigs out?”
Needless to say, we spent the next several hours chasing pigs all
over East Texas. A couple of guys who were helping corral the pigs
started telling each other how much they were going to be charging for
their help. I said, “There ain’t no way I’m going to pay you guys that
much money.” “Say, aren’t you the guy who asked me if you could
help?”
Well, the policemen were standing right there and they instructed
me to pay the man. Needless to say, I had to empty my pockets and
sign a paper that I’d mail them the rest when I got home.
I castrated a calf and stretched its scrotum over my pickup
gearshift knob and let it dry. Man, it stunk for several days, but it sure
looked cool! I had a fur-lined gear shift knob! Girls wouldn't ride in my
pickup when I told them what it was. They’d make me stop and let
them get out.
I had a job running the movie projectors at the Groom theatre.
What a loser that deal was, but I got to see the movies for free, and I
got a discount on pop corn and cokes!
I applied for a job at the meat market in Groom when I was in high
school. They hired me as a joke, thinking that I wouldn't last long.
Turned out that I could out work them! Nobody has ever seen water
fights like we used to have. Bill, the owner, hired some fellow to work
named Joe Olstein. He’d come to work late and sometimes drunk.
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Eventually, I would have to go knock on his door at the motel to get
him to come to work.
Now, his last name was Olstein, but we called him “Holstein”. I think
we darned near drowned him! We’d put buckets of water on partially
opened doors and ask him to go through the door to find something we
were asking for. Then we’d have to go get somebody’s meat out of the
walk-in freezer and his wet apron would freeze and make it almost
impossible for him to walk. He got wetter’n everyone else, as nobody
had any sympathy for him. We are still all really good friends today.
Well, not counting ol’ Holstein!
Little Willie, another retarded kid, would work at the meat market
for a package of liver or hamburger rather than money. I caught him
using lard for hair cream. Being “all slicked up” fit his description
perfectly. Little Willy would occasionally say a cuss word. I’d tell him
that the next time I heard him say anything like that, I was going to
wash his mouth out with soap from a spray bottle full of soap. He’d
help me slice bacon and then he’d say, “damn”. Before I could do
anything, he’d pick up the spray bottle and squirt his mouth full of
soap. Looked like he had rabies!
One day, I asked Little Willy why he didn’t ask for money instead of
packages of liver or hamburger for his pay. He asked me if I got paid
with money. I asked him how he thought I bought my new car!
He said, “You mean I could buy a car by working for money?”
I said, “Well, nearly.” “I made most of my money by doing tricks!”
“What kind of tricks?” he asked.
I had this all pre-planned and said, “Like this.” I would put a quarter
on my forehead and put a large metal funnel into my pants right above
my belt buckle. I’d tell him I had to bend back as far as I could, stand
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up straight and try to make the quarter land in the funnel. When I
straightened up, I would catch the quarter in the funnel and it was
mine to keep!
He asked, “Can I do that, too?”
“Sure can,” I replied. Then I told him to look as far up as he could
and I put a quarter on his head. I told him to lean back further and
further and when I say, “that’s enough, you’ll earn your quarter.” Well,
he said he wanted to make enough to buy his own car, so I let him
earn a few quarters. When he had two or three, I told him to lean a
little further back, then further, then when he was about to fall over
backwards, I reached into the freezer and pulled a bucket of ice cold
water out and poured it into his money-catching funnel!
What happened next really made me die laughing. Instead of
pulling the funnel out of his pants, he went into some sort of a
shivering routine and let the ice cold water drain out of the funnel and
down his legs into his boots!
From that day on, Little Willy never would accept any money for his
efforts at the meat market!
I would help build shocks out of bundles of cane in October and
Henry paid me so I could go to the Halloween Carnival. A “shock”
looks like a teepee, and the rain simply runs off. It is an ideal way to
store cattle feed in the fields. I just knew I could fly like Superman,
and these shocks provided a safe, soft landing site for me when I would
come back to Earth.
Henry and I built miles and miles of barbed wire fence. We dug all
the post holes by hand and used the pickup to tighten the wires
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between the posts. Henry built the strongest corner posts around.
They never budged. I’ll bet money they are still in good shape!
I had my acceptance letter to veterinary school framed and it still
hangs in my home office, along with my other degrees and my real
Dad’s diploma from Pharmacy School.
Maxine, my oldest sister would take me to the dentist in Pampa for
fluoride treatments. I was out of there in less than 5 minutes and she
wouldn’t believe I went in.
On one of my fishing trips, while Henry was renting the gear for the
boat I caught a nice catfish while the boat was still on the bank. We
thought this is going to be a great fishing trip. That poor fish was the
only one we caught on that particular fishing trip and the boat dragged
him to death…
I experienced deep sorrow during a funeral for Ed, my dog. Ed was
about the dumbest dog I’ve ever seen, but I still hated it when he died.
One of the most moving days I ever had was when Connie and I
were feeling especially uncomfortable and miserable in church when
Sarah and Stephen both went forward to be baptized, September 6,
1992.
Danny, Jerry and I picked up all the shingles, nails and trash around
the Golden Spread Motel after they got a new roof when we were just
kids. After a long days work, the owner paid us 50 cents and gave us a
rotten peach. I gave him the 50 cents back and told him he probably
needed it worse than I did. I was extremely insulted by his lousy pay. I
threw the peach away, too.
On hot summer days, I would hike to George Latta’s farm and go
swimming in his horse tank. Again, Groom didn’t have a swimming
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pool. I still had to have my pretzels, but then I’d pick off the leeches
that had attached to me while we were swimming
On Larry’s farm, while Larry was out playing in a pasture, a bobcat
was running and was apparently looking somewhere else. He ran right
into and over Larry. He was bitten, scratched and then had to take the
rabies shots right in his belly! That was awful! Having to take the
shots, not being bitten and scratched by a bobcat.
Henry used to smoke like a freight train. Yeah, I tried smoking
cigarettes, but couldn’t stand the smell of ‘em. Still hate cigarettes!
I remember fighting with Carolyn, because "She's looking at me!"
"Well, he's looking at me!" One time during a fight with Carolyn, she
made me so mad that I gave her “the finger.” She ran inside the
house and wanted me to show Mom what a terrible thing I had done.
What, am I nuts? I wasn't about to show Mom. It was my word against
hers. "Did!" "Did not!"
Don, another friend of mine, well, actually he was kind of a ‘dork’
got into big trouble when he snuck into the neighbor’s garage and
started a lawnmower over a bag of dry cement dust. Their garage
looked like it was on fire from the outside.
I have always hated shots. I watched as Carolyn got a shot
between her toes by the foot doctor. I fainted dead away. That ain't
no place to be getting a shot!
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I remember washing and waxing several family cars. That was
something to do in Groom, Texas. Our family had the cleanest and
shiniest cars in town!
When I was in high school, Henry drove me to Amarillo to look at
cars. I bought my brand new car for $2,995.00! I looked at Corvette
Stingrays and told them they’d never sell a Corvette! They’d never
get $5,000.00 on any one car. I had the coolest looking set of
“wheels” around. I had a bright yellow Ford Fairlane that I kept
spotless and always shiny with no fingerprints allowed.
One day, Mom, Marlys and Larry went on a short trip. I was bored,
so I washed and waxed Larry's Mustang. He let me take it on a date!
I took Paulette’s sister on my date and had an absolutely horrible time.
The boys in Panhandle kept trying to run me out of town.
My back bedroom was the dumpsite of the house in Groom. I
hated all the disorganization. Now, I'm a compulsive picker-upper.
While I was going to Midwestern University in Wichita Falls, my
step-sister, Marlys lived in Dallas with her husband Larry. Larry was in
dental school. He’d tell me about his human cadaver. Marlys wrote to
me in school and tell me to come see them any time. “No time like
now,” I thought. I rode with a friend who lived in Fort Worth. We drove
about half way and I tried to call them again. I hadn’t called them
before I left. When I finally got Marlys on the phone, she told me they
were going out of town. Time for plan B. After I hung up, I had him
drop me off at the bus station.
Now, there I was at this bus station in Bowie, Texas. I’m a diabetic,
and it was time for supper, so I ordered a hamburger. After I finished
my meal, I paid and went walking around town waiting for the time
when the bus was going to leave. No real place to go, so I went back
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to the bus station. I was bored, so I decided to go ahead and buy my
ticket.
The fare was $1.50, and I had spent all of my cash on supper, so I
pulled out my checkbook.
“Oh, we don’t take checks,” the lady said.
I said, “I need to buy my ticket, and I have no cash. You’ll have to
take a check.”
She said, “We’ve heard that before, but you still have to pay cash.”
Now, here I was, a college student with my suitcase, a duffle bag
full of dirty laundry and my books. I said for her to call my banker, but
she wasn’t going to make a long distance phone call to call up a “fake”
banker. I walked all over that town trying to cash a check for a lousy
$1.50 and no one would cash it! I finally called the college bible chair
and had someone come and pick me up. When I told Mom about my
ordeal, she was blistering mad and called up the bus company and
registered a very valid complaint.
In high school, I took a chemistry course and found for formula for
nitro-glycerin. Wow! After I put the appropriate chemicals together, I
put a cork on the test tube and walked very, very slowly to the
bathroom. I carefully put the lid down on the toilet and climbed on. I
very carefully used an eye dropper to see if it would explode when
drops of my nitro hit the floor. Luckily, I wasn't a very good chemist as
my personal presence proves.
On my way back to the classroom, the school principal stopped me
to ask what I was doing out of class. I told him that I had to use the
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bathroom. Then he started visiting with me about my trombone and
band activities. We talked for quite awhile. Now, I had this test tube
full of my nitro-glycerin in my pants pocket.
I guess my body temperature initiated some sort of a chemical
reaction and the rubber cork popped out of the end of the test tube.
Smoke started pouring out of my pants and these strong acidic
mixtures escaped and my pants started dissolving. I ran back to the
bathroom and started taking all of my clothes off, which didn’t take
long as there wasn’t a whole lot left on me. I had to get somebody to
call my house and have Mom bring me some clothes. The principal
thought this was all really funny, especially after I told him about my
nitro-glycerin invention.
I traded a miniature football for a collie I named Chris. Chris was a
good looking dog. Smart, too. I remember when Chris got run over by
a car he was chasing and dying. As I look back from a veterinarian's
perspective, I honestly think I could have saved him.
Red and Ed were two other dogs I had. Red was the best dog I
think I ever had as a kid. Ed was rather obnoxious and really dumb,
but Red liked him. I guess since Red liked Ed, I should like him, too.
Patricia and Herbie had a dog named “Tippie”. Red used to get into
fights with Tippie all the time. Ed never did. He was a chicken, and did
I mention he was dumb?
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I remember hauling cattle back and forth to Mobeetie in a pickup
and trailer. That’s why I had told the veterinarian I could haul his pigs
for him to East Texas.
I drove Mom crazy with my Harley Davidson M-50. She had
discussed sending me to a military school for rowdy kids, but never
did.
I got a bicycle for Christmas one year. It was a warm day, so I took
it outside. I asked Mom, "What do I do now?"
I kept the cattle chute full while Henry worked the cattle, when I
wasn’t busy “fuddling”.
When we owned the drug store, Tom, the Candy Man would give me
candy samples. He asked me if I would ride the elephant from the
Carnival in town. I told him, "No. My Momma never would let me ride
an elephant."
Seniors always had to leave their mark on their town. I made my
mark by climbing to the top of the water tower and spray painted “SR-
69” on it. The local constable pulled me over while I laid a strip of
rubber on the highway. The next day he came into the meat market
where I was working and said, “You weren’t speeding last night, were
you? Just like you didn’t paint the water tower?!”
I remember my very first (and only) criminal offense. Time to
“fess-up”. Ray and I decided it was time to test the ‘criminal life’, so
we decided to break into the local filling station on main street! If we
got caught, it wouldn’t be too serious, because it was closed anyway.
Obviously, there was nothing inside that we could see through the
windows. We decided we would break into the restroom instead. We
were seniors in high school, and Ray was drunk. I hated the taste of
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beer, so I was 100% sober. We wedged open the top window, climbed
inside and decided we’d steal the rubber machine.
We pried, hammered, sawed and finally got it off the wall. Then we
loaded it into Ray’s El Camino and took it into the country to see what
we had stolen. To our delight, we split 200 rubbers and $16.00 in
quarters! I hid mine in a bank and put it under a dresser in my
bedroom. Later on, I found it and opened the bank to check my
“stash” and it was empty! “Oh, Man!”
A few months later, the town whore came up pregnant and we were
talking about it at supper. Mom asked, “Did you do it?” (I knew right
then and there who had found my rubbers). No, I didn’t do it!
Secretly, I had been told they were used to keep men from wetting the
bed…
Please remember that these were the first ones that came to mind.
I didn't intentionally leave any event out. I’ll soon quit re-reading this,
as I constantly make changes to it or add another episode. I’ve had a
blast putting this together and would strongly encourage you to do the
same with your life story. I have many more, but I need to save them
for my next book(s)! Enjoy!
With all of these experiences, why hasn’t a TV show similar to
“Happy Days” or “The Little Rascals” gotten in touch with me? We
could have a “Happy Days Revisited” show! I’m available!
Happy memories!
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Chapter Three
(cum calore’)
(with heat)
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In 1976, one must realize there are only 24 veterinary schools in the U.S.A. Compare 24 veterinary schools to 40 dental schools, 26 osteopathic schools, 125 medical schools, 86 pharmacy schools, 241 physician assistant schools Looks to me that it was a lot harder to get into veterinary school than it was into medical, osteopathic, dental or pharmacy schools. Not only that, the medical profession only has to learn the anatomy and physiology of one species, Homo sapiens. Veterinary school is:
Harder to get into, as the sheer numbers are against the applicants.
A veterinary student must learn about more than one species. A veterinary student has to learn about much more
pharmacology, anatomy and disease conditions due to species variations.
I started my practice in 1976, just after finishing veterinary school at Texas A&M University. If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD, (I hope)! I read this and just had to include this as a part of my book. Again, this wasn’t my joke, but I can see myself in the vet’s place doing the same thing. Give the credit for this to somebody else. The joke begins with a man talking to an associate at work: “I had to take my son's lizard to the vet last night. Here's what happened: Just after dinner, my son came up to tell me there was ‘something wrong’ with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.” "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?" I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on its back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. Call my wife! "Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!" "Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies." "What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!" I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife. "Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!). "No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth). "Yeah, we even named them Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she
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informed me (Again with the sarcasm!) By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth." "Oh, gross!" they shrieked. "Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. "We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted. "It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" my son urged. "Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results. "Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma" (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?) "Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged. "I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.) The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically. "Oh, very interesting, " he murmured. "Mr. And Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. "Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . . um… masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." he blushed, glancing at my wife. We were silent, absorbing this. "So, Ernie's just…, just .... excited?"
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my wife offered. "Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And then even laugh loudly. "What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face. "It's just . . . that ,,, I'm picturing you pulling on its . its . . teeny little . ." She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more. "That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet, paid him and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay. "I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad," he told me. "Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter. Two lizards: $150.00
One cage: $50.00Trip to the vet: $30.00
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless. Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class! Reptiles lay
eggs!!
One early morning, after I had taken care of the hospitalized pets, the telephone rang. “Dr. Stephenson,” the caller asked, “Can I bring you a sample? Something terrible is happening to me.” “I’m just too embarrassed to go see my doctor. Can I bring it in to you?” “Yes, you can.” I answered her as reassuringly as I could and wondered what kind of sample she was referring to. “I’ll be right there, but this is horrible and I don’t want you to laugh at me.” she said and then hung up the phone. Shortly later, Mrs. Smith came into the clinic. Now, Mrs. Smith was
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probably in her 70’s, maybe even in her 80’s, and we’re talking August here. She came in dressed in a heavy black overcoat that was fully snapped up and she was very distressed. Tears were running down her cheeks and she managed to say, “Now, promise that you won’t make fun of me, but I think I passed (pooped) something and I want you to look at it to see if I have something seriously wrong.” I was thinking, “tapeworms, blood, something she ate that could not be digested, etc., etc.” I can’t believe I made no reaction to her when she said, “I pooped something)!” Then she produced this large coffee can that was wrapped in a paper bag, then by foil, then by a plastic bag. Whatever was in there would not have escaped no matter what! “I could not believe it when I saw this thing swimming around in my toilet,” she said. “What in the world have I passed (pooped) now?” “What have I let into my clinic,” I thought to myself. “Let’s take a look,” I said in my most professional manner. I took the bag containing the foil wrapped coffee can from her. I could hear something sloshing around in the can! She moved away and stood in the corner of my exam room. “I just can’t look. Promise you won’t make fun of me,” she whispered. I took the can out of the paper bag, out of the plastic bag and began unwrapping the foil. The sloshing noise kept getting louder as I removed each muffling piece of wrapping from the can. She tells me again, “Please don’t make fun of me. This is the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t bear to see it again.” She walked out of the room, crying. Slosh, slosh, slosh ,slosh. Noises kept coming from inside the can…
I took the lid off the coffee can and immediately started laughing to myself so that she would not hear. “Mrs. Smith,” I said. “You can come back in now. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” She cautiously entered the exam room. The critter was still sloshing around in the can. “Mrs. Smith,” I said, “This is a mouse. Probably either fell into the toilet just as you went to the bathroom, or swam up and into your toilet through the sewer system.” Mrs. Smith asks, “I pooped a mouse? Should I go to the Doctor? Am I going to die?” I explained to her again, “You did not pass this mouse. Again, it either fell in or swam in and you don’t have anything to worry about, except that you probably have mice in your house.
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“Are you sure, Doc?” she asked. “Absolutely,” biting my lip as subtly as I could manage. “You’re going to be fine. No charge, and thank you for coming in.” I couldn’t bear to charge her for this, but now I have a mouse to get rid of. As soon as she left, I had to decide what to do with this mouse. I couldn’t bear to kill it. What a time this critter must have had, ending up swimming in the toilet, then be scooped up and placed into a coffee can with feces, toilet paper and urine laden water only to be hauled around with no fresh air for a couple of hours. I took the can behind the clinic and decided to let the mouse run free! He deserved his freedom Our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. So, the joke I shared with you and the story that followed shows my love for people and for life. There’s good in everyone, and everything happens for a reason. Remember, “You are the author of your own story.”
In 1993, I read about a veterinary clinic in Albuquerque, New Mexico that had indicated it had a different approach in charging for their services. I was intrigued by the concept, so I managed to talk my partner into letting me to go see the plan in action. I drove to the facility and learned after I arrived that it was an emergency, after hours, veterinary clinic. In other words, it was not a regular veterinary clinic where a pet owner would take their pet for routine vaccinations, checkups, etc. An Emergency Veterinary Clinic was for life threatening unexpected and sudden events that must be dealt with urgently. This was a group of veterinarians who had hired one veterinarian to take care of their emergency after hour calls. Shortly after I arrived and introduced myself, an emergency case arrived. A dog had been run over by a car. The dog was bleeding badly from a broken leg and from being thrown into the sharp edge of a culvert. The veterinarian on duty took the information from the pet owner and seemed to be more concerned about getting paid than he seemed to be of the pain the animal was experiencing.
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I made a mental note of the incident and watched as the veterinarian treated the dog for shock, stopped the bleeding and informed the pet owner that the broken leg needed to have surgery performed on it to allow it to heal uninfected and to heal correctly. The surgery would be performed the next day when the animal was stabilized. “That will be $275.00 for the services tonight,” the attending veterinarian unemotionally said. “I don’t have that kind of money,” the dog owner cried! “Cash or credit card?” insisted the veterinarian. “How much to put him to sl…, well, can I charge it?” the dog owner asked. “Again,” the veterinarian selfishly inquired, “Cash or credit card?” I excused myself and left. “Enough of his ideas. Nothing out of the ordinary,” I thought to myself, “This was a wasted trip and I had learned nothing…” I left after thanking the veterinarian for his time. “Yeah, right,” I thought to myself. “Thanks for nothing…” I stopped and picked up a cup of coffee to sip on while I drove home.
On my way home, as I was drinking my coffee, I began thinking of my personal experiences with my medical history. “How are the physicians coping with their income needs,” I asked myself. My personal health care plan was utilizing an HMO, which had its good points and its bad points. It had been good for me, as it had been extremely affordable, but it required me to get pre-approval for any specialist visits. With me being a diabetic, I went to a specialist more than I saw my regular physician. My income as a practicing veterinarian was based on 90% of the work I do, which was service related and 10% costs me money. In other words, when I dispense medications, I have to buy them first and then pass this expense on to my clients. My examination and office visit costs me nothing and is pure profit. Then I got to thinking about how many clients I had. This was when veterinarians were offering expensive seminars on practice management techniques and ways to improve the veterinarians’ income. Most veterinary practice advisors want to find out how much income each office visits brings in. A veterinary surgeon might only get 10 animals referred to him each month, but his income per visit would be very high. If a client wants to come in for a flea bath, and the
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next one only wants to purchase a can of dog food, then how do you figure their average? I kept thinking about this, and when I got home, I went straight to the clinic and counted how many clients I had and what my total gross income was. Next, I divided my gross income by the number of clients I had. I was making only $33.00 per client per year. That was disappointing. If I could come up with an attractive plan which would be sellable, and be able to improve my income and provide more to my clients, there had to be a better way. I had an idea! Why don’t I design a health plan for pets that would be very similar to the HMO plans the human physicians utilize? Surely, this would be feasible! I needed to think of a way to sell my services at a more than reasonable rate, pass my expenses on to my clients and theoretically I could make money on my idea. For some reason, a name popped into my head. I called my idea the “Tender Loving Care (TLC) Pet Health Program.” This is just too easy!
Now I needed to decide on what to include and what not to include. Here’s what I decided to not include:
Neglect (I wanted my clients to use this program.) Pre-existing conditions (Obviously, I didn’t want to allow an
animal needing expensive care to wreck my income!) Vicious animals (I don’t like being bitten!) Vaccinations and diseases for which the animal was not
properly vaccinated. External parasites (All pets can get fleas and ticks) Heartworm treatments (Heartworms are preventable) Outside laboratory charges Cosmetic surgeries Spays and castrations Boarding and grooming Dispensed medications Anesthesia
Now I needed to come up with a list of guidelines:
Coverage would begin upon receipt of payment
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Coverage expires one year to date after receiving their payment
Coverage is usually available when the pet receives its adult vaccinations
Coverage is not transferable from animal to animal Coverage is for services rendered at our hospital This is a non-refundable program Renewal is at your option on an annual basis
I immediately sat down and wrote a letter of introduction. My partner agreed, so here is what it said: “We are pleased to introduce the Tender Loving Care (TLC) Pet Health Program. TLC emphasizes preventive veterinary medicine and encourages you to bring your pet in at the first sign of illness. A pet, when seen early in a diseased condition responds much better and faster to medical and surgical treatments.
TLC will be available to you after a satisfactory initial physical examination, followed by an annual pre-paid fee, renewable yearly at your option. Eligible animals will receive, at no additional charge, all office calls – no matter how many, hospitalization, x-rays, surgeries (other than optional cosmetic surgical procedures), dental care, two heartworm tests, obstetrics, emergency calls and more. Coverage is good only at our hospital for one year following the enrollment date. It is our sincere wish and goal to be able to provide your pet with our best efforts of quality veterinary care at a reasonable cost. We firmly believe that once enrolled in this unique program that you will enjoy a more positive approach to veterinary medicine and that the dreaded alternative of euthanasia due to high medical and surgical costs will be virtually eliminated. We encourage you to call and set-up an appointment to enroll your pet on the TLC Program. We are extremely optimistic and excited about this new concept and feel that we will be able to offer you our best, at a tremendous savings to you!” Well, the ball was rolling! I sent the letter to all of my clients, and they enrolled in droves! Now I needed to incorporate other ideas in my dream world. This included: A TLC Charge Card. I had been bothered by my accounts receivables, as they had been slow to pay, and difficult to collect on those who hadn’t been paying. I developed a motto which simply said, “We WANT your credit to go to the dogs!” My local bank had agreed to back this endeavor as long as they were in charge of
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approving those desiring to obtain this particular credit card. I sent a letter of introduction to all of my clients and offered them the opportunity to be approved. As it turns out, a very high percentage of my clients were approved and I was able to convert their account receivables into cash. Now, they owed the bank, not me! The TLC Charge card began to surpass the incoming cash by a margin of two to one. In other words, for every dollar that was put on a clients VISA or Master Card, I took in TWO dollars through the TLC Charge Card! I then began dreaming of ways to market these ideas to other veterinarians all over the nation! Wow! My initial trip to see how another veterinarian in Albuquerque, New Mexico marketed his services had exploded by the creation of TLC!
I visited with other veterinarians, including a retired veterinarian in Canyon, Texas. He introduced me to a college student who had shown him some of his cartoon artwork. I told him my ideas and he drew a cartoon dog that had his front leg (arm) in a bandage and had a bandage on his head. I named him ”KIPI” which was an acronym which stood for “Keeping Independent Practitioners Independent”. Now I gave him a story to design a coloring book for the pet owner’s kids. Kipi’s story which was a 10 page coloring book showed a healthy puppy that was playing ball with a young boy. The ball bounced into the street and it now shows a picture of the puppy laying in the street with tire marks on his body. Then he is rushed to the veterinary clinic, and X-rays are taken of his broken leg and the veterinarian says, “Looks like we need to do surgery!” The cartoon book continues and shows the puppy in a hospital bed saying, “”Boy, I’m glad my veterinarian’s phone number was on my dog tag!” Then a nurse gives Kipi his medication and wheels him around in a wheelchair to cheer him up. Finally, the nurse delivers the good news to Kipi and tells him he gets to go home today. Then Kipi gets the bill and he is worried that it is going to be too high for his owners, but finally on the last page, Kipi is smiling and kicking his heels when he realizes that he had been put on the TLC Pet Health Program a few days before the accident! The cartoon showing him being happy about the phone number being on his rabies tag brought up another idea! Why not sell a TLC owner’s pet tag with a 1-800 TLC-VETS phone number on it? I could register and identify each tag with the owner’s phone number in the
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event the pet became lost or injured and it needed to be put in contact with its owner! Another masterpiece!
My idea grown to include:
The TLC Pet Health Program The TLC Charge Card The TLC coloring book The TLC owner’s identification tag A national toll free phone number My newsletter idea which, in essence was a ghost writing
service.
A ghost writing service was developed for veterinarians to help build their practices, but also to market TLC to their clients. (You would never have known that they hadn’t written their own newsletter. I allowed them to choose their topics, the color of ink and paper and then I wrote their newsletters for them. I sent them a proof for their final approval and printed the number of newsletters they had requested. Usually this amounted to several thousand newsletters. I allowed complete freedom to make their newsletters extremely custom-made, such as including specific news to personalize their newsletters for them. This was extremely popular, and some included items such as information about their receptionist’s new child when she had delivered it. Wow! Then when they asked how they should send them out, I offered to address them and would mail them when they told me to. Service with a smile, I always say! I needed to develop a plan to get this in front of other veterinarians quick! How was TLC doing in my practice? Tremendously! Remember, I had told you I was grossing around $33.00 per pet per year prior to TLC ? I used the same formula, took my total gross
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income for the year and divided it by the number of clients I had and it had grown to over $100.00 per pet income per year! TLC had tripled my income in one year, and I was having a blast! My clients loved it, my banker, partner and I loved it. I was having a virtual orgy!
I had a usage major usage rate of less than 3%. In other words, when people thought enough of their animal to enroll it on the best health care plan, i.e. TLC, they take very good care of their pet. Only 3 TLC enrolled pets out of 100 were ever hit by a car, got into fights or developed a preventable disease. A broken leg repair normally cost close to $600.00. I charged $65.00 to enroll a pet on TLC, so when one of the TLC pets broke a leg, I had 97 other TLC enrollees to pay for it! Instead of a lousy $600.00 to fix a broken leg, I made over $6,000.00! I needed to get my ideas out in front of other veterinarians, so I decided I needed to set up a booth at veterinary conventions to get the word out. I had always enjoyed touring the exhibits at veterinary conventions, so I asked the pharmaceutical agents how they got a booth started. That was easy. All the conventions wanted was the payment to lock in the exhibitors’ site at the upcoming convention. Now I had to put together my display, my paperwork to pass out and design the targeted item I was going to promote during a very short time frame. My step-father, Henry, helped me build a portable, dog house which could be taken apart and reassembled to make it transportable and attractive. It was big enough to walk in and big enough to allow other veterinarians to set down and discuss my ideas. I think my clients thought I was nuts when I practiced putting this human-sized dog house together in my waiting room. At least their kids thought it was neat and I did received many favorable comments on its attractiveness. I kept the local printer busy when I ordered a couple thousand brochures, newsletter design kits and a list of all my writings for the upcoming conventions. I decided to market my ghost writings first. I would custom write their newsletter and deliver the proof at the convention. I was definitely on a roll! I loaded my pickup and drove to New Orleans for my first showing at the American Association of Small
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Animal Practitioners convention. I had a friend who agreed to help and we drove all night to get there. We were pooped, and the rooms were not ready yet, so we drove onto a ferry to cross the Mississippi River. I fell asleep and the watchman nearly threw me out because I was loitering!
When our rooms were ready, we checked in and immediately went to bed to get ready for our first convention. I was really keyed up and could not wait for the convention to begin, when suddenly, I had another idea! Why not make something that could be sold to all veterinarians, their clients and be so attractive, it could be marketed over and over and over! I told my helper about it and he told me to wait and let’s see how this first promotion was going to go over. I was going to be going to another convention in Florida in less than a month, so I agreed to wait, but I didn’t have to stop thinking about it! Needless to say, I had my hands full. Now that I’ve arrived in New Orleans, I have to put my dog house display together and hope that it sells. Looking back, I should have hired a promoter, or somebody who would take my idea into the next stage. What a dummy I had been. I spent a ton of money trying to visit with bankers, going to veterinary conventions to set up booths and haven’t made a single sell yet! Now here I was with another one of my brainstorming thoughts, yet this idea was so good, it just has to work! I called my partner in Canyon and told him about it. It sounded good to him too! I’ll get into this a little later. One early morning, after I had taken care of the hospitalized pets, the telephone rang. “Dr. Stephenson,” the caller asked, “Can I bring you a sample? Something terrible is happening to me.” “I’m just too embarrassed to go see my doctor. Can I bring it in to you?” “Yes, you can.” I answered her as reassuringly as I could and wondered what kind of sample she was referring to. “I’ll be right there, but this is horrible and I don’t want you to laugh at me.” she said and then hung up the phone. Shortly later, Mrs. Smith came into the clinic. Now, Mrs. Smith was probably in her 70’s, maybe even in her 80’s, and we’re talking August here. She came in dressed in a heavy black overcoat that was fully snapped up and she was very distressed. Tears were running down
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her cheeks and she managed to say, “Now, promise that you won’t make fun of me, but I think I passed (pooped) something and I want you to look at it to see if I have something seriously wrong.” I was thinking, “tapeworms, blood, something she ate that could not be digested, etc., etc.” I can’t believe I made no reaction to her when she said, “I pooped something)!”
Then she produced this large coffee can that was wrapped in a paper bag, then by foil, then by a plastic bag. Whatever was in there would not have escaped no matter what! “I could not believe it when I saw this thing swimming around in my toilet,” she said. “What in the world have I passed (pooped) now?” “What have I let into my clinic,” I thought to myself. “Let’s take a look,” I said in my most professional manner. I took the bag containing the foil wrapped coffee can from her. I could hear something sloshing around in the can! She moved away and stood in the corner of my exam room. “I just can’t look. Promise you won’t make fun of me,” she whispered. I took the can out of the paper bag, out of the plastic bag and began unwrapping the foil. The sloshing noise kept getting louder as I removed each muffling piece of wrapping from the can. She tells me again, “Please don’t make fun of me. This is the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t bear to see it again.” She walked out of the room, crying. Slosh, slosh, slosh ,slosh. Noises kept coming from inside the can… I took the lid off the coffee can and immediately started laughing to myself so that she would not hear. “Mrs. Smith,” I said. “You can come back in now. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” She cautiously entered the exam room. The critter was still sloshing around in the can. “Mrs. Smith,” I said, “This is a mouse. Probably either fell into the toilet just as you went to the bathroom, or swam up and into your toilet through the sewer system.” Mrs. Smith asks, “I pooped a mouse? Should I go to the Doctor? Am I going to die?” I explained to her again, “You did not pass this mouse. Again, it either fell in or swam in and you don’t have anything to worry about, except that you probably have mice in your house. “Are you sure, Doc?” she asked. “Absolutely,” biting my lip as subtly as I could manage. “You’re going to be fine. No charge, and thank you for coming in.”
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I couldn’t bear to charge her for this, but now I have a mouse to get rid of. As soon as she left, I had to decide what to do with this mouse. I couldn’t bear to kill it. What a time this critter must have had, ending up swimming in the toilet, then be scooped up and placed into a coffee can with feces, toilet paper and urine laden water only to be hauled around with no fresh air for a couple of hours. I took the can behind the clinic and decided to let the mouse run free! He deserved his freedom Our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. So, the joke I shared with you and the story that followed shows my love for people and for life. There’s good in everyone, and everything happens for a reason. Remember, “You are the author of your own story.” In 1993, I read about a veterinary clinic in Albuquerque, New Mexico that had indicated it had a different approach in charging for their services. I was intrigued by the concept, so I managed to talk my partner into letting me to go see the plan in action. I drove to the facility and learned after I arrived that it was an emergency, after hours, veterinary clinic. In other words, it was not a regular veterinary clinic where a pet owner would take their pet for routine vaccinations, checkups, etc. An Emergency Veterinary Clinic was for life threatening unexpected and sudden events that must be dealt with urgently. This was a group of veterinarians who had hired one veterinarian to take care of their emergency after hour calls. Shortly after I arrived and introduced myself, an emergency case arrived. A dog had been run over by a car. The dog was bleeding badly from a broken leg and from being thrown into the sharp edge of a culvert. The veterinarian on duty took the information from the pet owner and seemed to be more concerned about getting paid than he seemed to be of the pain the animal was experiencing. I made a mental note of the incident and watched as the veterinarian treated the dog for shock, stopped the bleeding and informed the pet owner that the broken leg needed to have surgery performed on it to allow it to heal uninfected and to heal correctly. The surgery would be performed the next day when the animal was stabilized. “That will be $275.00 for the services tonight,” the attending veterinarian unemotionally said. “I don’t have that kind of money,” the dog owner cried! “Cash or credit card?” insisted the veterinarian.
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“How much to put him to sl…, well, can I charge it?” the dog owner asked. “Enough of his ideas. Nothing out of the ordinary,” I thought to myself, “This was a wasted trip and I had learned nothing…” I left after thanking the veterinarian for his time. “Yeah, right,” I thought to myself. “Thanks for nothing…” I stopped and picked up a cup of coffee to sip on while I drove home. On my way home, as I was drinking my coffee, I began thinking of my personal experiences with my medical history. “How are the physicians coping with their income needs,” I asked myself. My personal health care plan was utilizing an HMO, which had its good points and its bad points. It had been good for me, as it had been extremely affordable, but it required me to get pre-approval for any specialist visits. With me being a diabetic, I went to a specialist more than I saw my regular physician. My income as a practicing veterinarian was based on 90% of the work I do, which was service related and 10% costs me money. In other words, when I dispense medications, I have to buy them first and then pass this expense on to my clients. My examination and office visit costs me nothing and is pure profit. Then I got to thinking about how many clients I had. This was when veterinarians were offering expensive seminars on practice management techniques and ways to improve the veterinarians’ income. Most veterinary practice advisors want to find out how much income each office visits brings in. A veterinary surgeon might only get 10 animals referred to him each month, but his income per visit would be very high. If a client wants to come in for a flea bath, and the next one only wants to purchase a can of dog food, then how do you figure their average? I kept thinking about this, and when I got home, I went straight to the clinic and counted how many clients I had and what my total gross income was. Next, I divided my gross income by the number of clients I had. I was making only $33.00 per client per year. That was disappointing. If I could come up with an attractive plan which would be sellable, and be able to improve my income and provide more to my clients, there had to be a better way.
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I had an idea! Why don’t I design a health plan for pets that would be very similar to the HMO plans the human physicians utilize? Surely, this would be feasible! I needed to think of a way to sell my services at a more than reasonable rate, pass my expenses on to my clients and theoretically I could make money on my idea. For some reason, a name popped into my head. I called my idea the “Tender Loving Care (TLC) Pet Health Program.” This is just too easy! Now I needed to decide on what to include and what not to include. Here’s what I decided to not include:
Neglect (I wanted my clients to use this program.) Pre-existing conditions (Obviously, I didn’t want to allow an
animal needing expensive care to wreck my income!) Vicious animals (I don’t like being bitten!) Vaccinations and diseases for which the animal was not
properly vaccinated. External parasites (All pets can get fleas and ticks) Heartworm treatments (Heartworms are preventable) Outside laboratory charges Cosmetic surgeries Spays and castrations Boarding and grooming Dispensed medications Anesthesia
Now I needed to come up with a list of guidelines:
Coverage would begin upon receipt of payment Coverage expires one year to date after receiving their
payment Coverage is usually available when the pet receives its adult
vaccinations Coverage is not transferable from animal to animal Coverage is for services rendered at our hospital This is a non-refundable program Renewal is at your option on an annual basis
I immediately sat down and wrote a letter of introduction. My partner agreed, so here is what it said: “We are pleased to introduce the Tender Loving Care (TLC) Pet Health Program. TLC emphasizes preventive veterinary medicine and encourages you to bring your pet
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in at the first sign of illness. A pet, when seen early in a diseased condition responds much better and faster to medical and surgical treatments. TLC will be available to you after a satisfactory initial physical examination, followed by an annual pre-paid fee, renewable yearly at your option. Eligible animals will receive, at no additional charge, all office calls – no matter how many, hospitalization, x-rays, surgeries (other than optional cosmetic surgical procedures), dental care, two heartworm tests, obstetrics, emergency calls and more. Coverage is good only at our hospital for one year following the enrollment date. It is our sincere wish and goal to be able to provide your pet with our best efforts of quality veterinary care at a reasonable cost. We firmly believe that once enrolled in this unique program that you will enjoy a more positive approach to veterinary medicine and that the dreaded alternative of euthanasia due to high medical and surgical costs will be virtually eliminated. We encourage you to call and set-up an appointment to enroll your pet on the TLC Program. We are extremely optimistic and excited about this new concept and feel that we will be able to offer you our best, at a tremendous savings to you!” Well, the ball was rolling! I sent the letter to all of my clients, and they enrolled in droves! Now I needed to incorporate other ideas in my dream world. This included: A TLC Charge Card. I had been bothered by my accounts receivables, as they had been slow to pay, and difficult to collect on those who hadn’t been paying. I developed a motto which simply said, “We WANT your credit to go to the dogs!” My local bank had agreed to back this endeavor as long as they were in charge of approving those desiring to obtain this particular credit card. I sent a letter of introduction to all of my clients and offered them the opportunity to be approved. As it turns out, a very high percentage of my clients were approved and I was able to convert their account receivables into cash. Now, they owed the bank, not me!
The TLC Charge card began to surpass the incoming cash by a margin of two to one. In other words, for every dollar that was put on a clients VISA or Master Card, I took in TWO dollars through the TLC Charge Card! I then began dreaming of ways to market these ideas to other veterinarians all over the nation! Wow! My initial trip to see how
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another veterinarian in Albuquerque, New Mexico marketed his services had exploded! I visited with other veterinarians, including a retired veterinarian in Canyon, Texas. He introduced me to a college student who had shown him some of his cartoon artwork. I told him my ideas and he drew a cartoon dog that had his front leg (arm) in a bandage and had a bandage on his head. I named him ”KIPI” which was an acronym which stood for “Keeping Independent Practitioners Independent”. Now I gave him a story to design a coloring book for the pet owner’s kids. Kipi’s story which was a 10 page coloring book showed a healthy puppy that was playing ball with a young boy. The ball bounced into the street and it now shows a picture of the puppy laying in the street with tire marks on his body. Then he is rushed to the veterinary clinic, and X-rays are taken of his broken leg and the veterinarian says, “Looks like we need to do surgery!” The cartoon book continues and shows the puppy in a hospital bed saying, “”Boy, I’m glad my veterinarian’s phone number was on my dog tag!” Then a nurse gives Kipi his medication and wheels him around in a wheelchair to cheer him up. Finally, the nurse delivers the good news to Kipi and tells him he gets to go home today. Then Kipi gets the bill and he is worried that it is going to be too high for his owners, but finally on the last page, Kipi is smiling and kicking his heels when he realizes that he had been put on the TLC Pet Health Program a few days before the accident! The cartoon showing him being happy about the phone number being on his rabies tag brought up another idea! Why not sell a TLC owner’s pet tag with a 1-800 TLC-VETS phone number on it? I could register and identify each tag with the owner’s phone number in the event the pet became lost or injured and it needed to be put in contact with its owner! Another masterpiece!
My idea grown to include:
The TLC Pet Health Program The TLC Charge Card The TLC coloring book The TLC owner’s identification tag A national toll free phone number My newsletter idea which, in essence was a ghost writing
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service. A ghost writing service was developed for veterinarians to help build their practices, but also to market TLC to their clients. (You would never have known that they hadn’t written their own newsletter. I allowed them to choose their topics, the color of ink and paper and then I wrote their newsletters for them. I sent them a proof for their final approval and printed the number of newsletters they had requested. Usually this amounted to several thousand newsletters. I allowed complete freedom to make their newsletters extremely custom-made, such as including specific news to personalize their newsletters for them. This was extremely popular, and some included items such as information about their receptionist’s new child when she had delivered it. Wow! Then when they asked how they should send them out, I offered to address them and would mail them when they told me to. Service with a smile, I always say! I needed to develop a plan to get this in front of other veterinarians quick! How was TLC doing in my practice? Tremendously! Remember, I had told you I was grossing around $33.00 per pet per year prior to TLC ? I used the same formula, took my total gross income for the year and divided it by the number of clients I had and it had grown to over $100.00 per pet income per year! TLC had tripled my income in one year, and I was having a blast! My clients loved it, my banker, partner and I loved it. I was having a virtual orgy!
I had a usage major usage rate of less than 3%. In other words, when people thought enough of their animal to enroll it on the best health care plan, i.e. TLC, they take very good care of their pet. Only 3 TLC enrolled pets out of 100 were ever hit by a car, got into fights or developed a preventable disease. A broken leg repair normally cost close to $600.00. I charged $65.00 to enroll a pet on TLC, so when one of the TLC pets broke a leg, I had 97 other TLC enrollees to pay for it! Instead of a lousy $600.00 to fix a broken leg, I made over $6,000.00! I needed to get my ideas out in front of other veterinarians, so I decided I needed to set up a booth at veterinary conventions to get the word out. I had always enjoyed touring the exhibits at veterinary conventions,
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so I asked the pharmaceutical agents how they got a booth started. That was easy. All the conventions wanted was the payment to lock in the exhibitors’ site at the upcoming convention. Now I had to put together my display, my paperwork to pass out and design the targeted item I was going to promote during a very short time frame. My step-father, Henry, helped me build a portable, dog house which could be taken apart and reassembled to make it transportable and attractive. It was big enough to walk in and big enough to allow other veterinarians to set down and discuss my ideas. I think my clients thought I was nuts when I practiced putting this human-sized dog house together in my waiting room. At least their kids thought it was neat and I did received many favorable comments on its attractiveness. I kept the local printer busy when I ordered a couple thousand brochures, newsletter design kits and a list of all my writings for the upcoming conventions. I decided to market my ghost writings first. I would custom write their newsletter and deliver the proof at the convention. I was definitely on a roll! I loaded my pickup and drove to New Orleans for my first showing at the American Association of Small Animal Practitioners convention. I had a friend who agreed to help and we drove all night to get there. We were pooped, and the rooms were not ready yet, so we drove onto a ferry to cross the Mississippi River. I fell asleep and the watchman nearly threw me out because I was loitering!
When our rooms were ready, we checked in and immediately went to bed to get ready for our first convention. I was really keyed up and could not wait for the convention to begin, when suddenly, I had another idea! Why not make something that could be sold to all veterinarians, their clients and be so attractive, it could be marketed over and over and over! I told my helper about it and he told me to wait and let’s see how this first promotion was going to go over. I was going to be going to another convention in Florida in less than a month, so I agreed to wait, but I didn’t have to stop thinking about it! Needless to say, I had my hands full. Now that I’ve arrived in New Orleans, I have to put my dog house display together and hope that it sells. Looking back, I should have hired a promoter, or somebody who
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would take my idea into the next stage. What a dummy I had been. I spent a ton of money trying to visit with bankers, going to veterinary conventions to set up booths and haven’t made a single sell yet! Now here I was with another one of my brainstorming thoughts, yet this idea was so good, it just has to work! I called my partner in Canyon and told him about it. It sounded good to him too! I’ll get into this a little later.
Chapter Four
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(con calore)
(with heat)
I sat in a withdrawn mood in the movie theater with my wife,
Connie. She
asked me what was wrong, as I was extremely depressed. I knew I
was depressed, because every time I started to talk to anyone, I would
have to hold back the tears. That’s the way my depression works. I
can watch a commercial and have to leave the room, because I don’t
want anyone to see me tearing-up when the grocery clerk tells the
guy, “‘Please, don’t squeeze the Charmin!” I hate that. Obviously, this
was not a depressible incident I was going through. This was much
worse. “Why me,” I thought. “Why can’t I feel with my hands
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anymore? Why can’t I perform surgery? Being a veterinarian, I use my
hands and legs all the time! I could not tell if I was holding a dog’s
uterus or a piece of her intestines. Why can’t I feel anymore? I can’t
even tell if I even have shoes on without looking first. Why can’t I do
the things most people take for granted anymore? Why?”
Connie, my wife needed an answer. I could not begin to remember
what this movie was about, who was the main character was or the
plot. “Just great”, I thought. “Not only is my career about to come to a
sudden end, but now I can’t even remember what this dumb movie is
about.”
I took a deep breath and began tearfully telling Connie of a phone
call I had received that afternoon in my veterinary practice. I had a
waiting room full of dogs and cats. Our boarding facility was at its
limit. Now, here is a board certified M.D. neurologist that calls me at
work and he says, “I have your diagnosis. You were right! You have
the big M!” “You have multiple sclerosis, (MS).”
“What an ASS”, I thought!
“How dare you call me at my practice to unload this crap on me
like this,” I thought. “What an ASS!”
With the symptoms of numbness of my feet and legs, extreme
muscle fatigue and loss of sensations in my abdomen, I had been
thinking that I had Guillian-Barre’ syndrome and had been worried I
might be living for awhile in an iron lung.
But oh, no, my so-called physician had laid a much worse diagnosis
on me. Now I wish I had gotten the Guillian-Barre’ diagnosis… At least
it would have been temporarily horrible instead of permanently
horrible!
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I had learned that there was no cure for Guillian-Barre’ syndrome.
However, many treatments were available to help reduce symptoms,
treat complications, and speed up recovery. This would not have been
a permanent condition. See the conflicting information I had
discovered?
1st I read there was no known cure for Guillian-Barre’, then…
2nd I read that this is not a permanent condition.
3rd I read that treatments can speed up recovery! Duh!
1st no cure, 2nd not permanent and 3rd, speed up recovery?
The following is a brief recap of what I had discovered.
When symptoms of Guillian-Barre’ were severe, I would need to go
to the hospital for breathing help, treatment, and physical therapy.
Possibly even being confined to an iron lung. Yuk!
If that didn’t work, then I would be drained like a calf at slaughter!
A method called plasmapheresis is used to remove a person's blood, (I
think I’d be rather anemic if I they removed all my blood, don’t you?)
Then replace my blood with intravenous (IV) fluids (be like refilling
your
glass of milk with water) or (fill your car’s gas tank with water) donated
blood (now they’re talkin’!) that is free of proteins called antibodies
which is a protein produced by “B” cells (These are cell types)
produced from the Thymus gland in the body in response to an
antigen, for example, a bacterium or virus. I had not been sick, so I
don’t think my antibodies were working on any bacterium or viruses in
me.
Autoimmunity is caused by the reaction of an antibody to
substances that occur naturally in the body. Now that sort of made
sense. Maybe I’m allergic to myself!
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High-dose immunoglobulin therapy (IVIg) is another procedure used
to reduce the severity and length of Guillain-Barre symptoms. Big ol’
shots! I hate shots!
Other treatments are directed at preventing complications. (Oh, this
gets better!)
Proper body positioning or a feeding tube may be used to
prevent choking during feeding. (Huh?)
Blood thinners may be used to prevent blood clots.
Pain is treated aggressively with anti-inflammatory medicines
and narcotics, if needed.
Let’s see, I will be severely anemic, be a free bleeder, but I
shouldn’t worry. I’ll be so drugged out that I probably won’t care
anyway!
Luckily, at least Guillian-Barre’ had been ruled out! I had even told
my neurologist to not diagnose Guillian-Barre’, because it sounds like I
wouldn’t enjoy the treatments. Enough of that!
I then suggested to my neurologist that maybe he should check me
over to rule out multiple sclerosis! Damn, why hadn’t I gone to
medical school rather than veterinary school?
Now, I would never call my pet owning clients to tell them of a bad
diagnosis like that. Where’s the professionalism that a good physician
should have? Notice I said should have. I don’t think this guy was a
good physician. A good physician would have good
professionalism. Didn’t he realize what horribly awful news this was?
Why would he call anyone at their work to tell them they are really,
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really sick and have no cure? He didn’t even ask me if I was sitting
down!
He knew I was a veterinarian. I asked him if I should come in to
learn more of what I can do and what to expect.
He said, “Not really. There’s nothing we can do for it.”
My mind was blown away by this phone call. I would never call up
any of my pet owning clients with news like this! “Oh, you were right,
Your pet, ‘Fluffy’ is an epileptic with a brain tumor, chronic bowel
syndrome, a weak heart and failing kidneys.” “Should you come in to
see me?”, you ask. “Nah, Nothing can be done to help you. You’re the
proud owner of a really sick dog, cat, ferret, horse, pig, parakeet,
canary, cow, turtle, giraffe, whatever!” “Learn to live with it!” “Gotta’
run!”
My career has always been highly pleasurable, highly motivating
and extremely fun! I have had a blast! I love being a veterinarian and
thoroughly enjoyed working for and with my clients, then I get this
phone call from my MD-neurologist telling me that basically my future
is ruined.
I can’t say that he improved my patient skills. I never had been a
good patient.
I remember one time when I had been admitted to the hospital
while I was passing a kidney stone. I was in terrible pain, under heavy
narcotic relief from the Doctor, extremely uncomfortable, nauseated
and totally exhausted. I remember hollering out at the nurses, “I
wouldn’t let a dog lie here and suffer like this!” When I blurted
that out, they immediately put me in isolation. I can’t compliment
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them on their shot technique after they put me in isolation, either.
“Roll over!” “There now, that didn’t hurt now, did it?” (Yeah, it did…)
OK, now that I’ve got that written down, let’s talk about more of my
cases as a practicing veterinarian. While I was in my internship at
Cornell in the late 1970’s, an unusual case was submitted for
diagnosis.
Dr. King was the instructor and he had read something about a new
condition which affects dogs. A brand new, unheard of disease.
Infected dogs develop severe diarrhea and their intestinal tract sloughs
its lining. They either bleed to death, or die from dehydration. Cats
have a similar condition called ‘Panleukopenia”. It’s called “Parvo”
virus infection in dogs, or simply “Parvo”. There is no cure. Dogs with
Parvo are more than likely going to die. Just like in cats, their white
cell counts go way down and secondary infections can easily occur.
Infected dogs start showing signs of being infected by throwing up,
followed by diarrhea, progressing to a bloody diarrhea and die, again,
either by severe dehydration or bleed to death through the intestines.
For some reason, Doberman Pinchers simply die. A Parvo infected
Doberman is a dead Doberman. The younger a puppy is, the harder it
is for any canine species to survive. Greyhounds are similar to the
Dobermans. They die.
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I never saw a case until I moved to Canyon, Texas. When Parvo hit
town, it spread like wildfire. I was doing everything I could to save an
infected dog, but nothing seemed to be working on helping them
survive this terrible disease.
I knew I had to do something, because it’s just too hard to tell a
family that their beloved dog is probably going to die. I decided to
make a list of their problems for me to see if I could assist in their
recovery:
Severe and uncontrollable vomiting
Severe dehydration
Malnutrition
Blood loss
Secondary bacterial infections due to low white blood cell counts
Other than these problems, it’ll be a piece of cake to help them,
right? Uh, no… No cake that I’ve ever seen.
What could I do to help with these problems? While I was attending
veterinary school at Texas A&M, one professor advised us that
whenever we think that a dog is showing signs of distemper, we should
immediately give the dog a shot of the distemper vaccine IV. In other
words, use a sterile water diluent to reconstitute the dry vaccine and
give it to the dog directly in its vein. Now, the Distemper vaccine was
also given with the hepatitis and Lepto vaccines. He advised against
giving the Lepto vaccine intravenously.
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This did help dogs with distemper, so why not try it on Parvo
infected dogs? But, surely more can be done than simply give them a
vaccine intravenously. Obviously, fluids should be given IV just as
soon as I suspected a dog has Parvo. What about the extreme nausea?
I decided to cut them off from all eating and drinking until I thought
they could keep it down. Nothing to eat or drink until they look better.
Sort of like playing the trombone by ear, huh?
Other veterinarians I had visited with were doing these two things,
but nobody seemed to be treating the blood loss. I couldn’t treat it
either, so why not give them a blood transfusion to help them along?
Dogs are not like people. Transfusing one dog’s blood into another
doesn’t cause the same problems as it does in people. I just needed to
find a blood donor.
I went to the dog pound in Amarillo and found a large and powerful
dog. A Rottweiler is mostly black with tan markings and it has a
smooth hair coat. “Good,“ I thought. At least I won’t have to groom
him or spend much time keeping him somewhat presentable.” Now,
some Rottweiler’s are not friendly dogs, but this one was very friendly.
I’d be able to easily withdraw blood from the large veins on his front
legs.
I vaccinated him as soon as I returned to the veterinary clinic, and
sure enough, a Parvo dog came in with bloody diarrhea and vomiting. I
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gave the dog nothing to eat or drink and started him on an IV giving
him fluids. This case was squirting blood from his rear end. Wow, did
he stink up the entire clinic!
I gave him the Parvo vaccine in his veins and had my receptionist
hold our blood donor dog so I could drain some of his blood out to give
to our new patient. He died a day or so later. “Maybe,” I thought, ”I
didn’t give him enough blood.”
Several more blood transfusions were given over the next couple of
months to Parvo dogs, but the blood transfusions didn’t seem to be
helping. I started wondering if the stray dog populations were
decreasing.
Nobody ever brings a stray dog to the vet, so why weren’t they
dying? As it turns out, the dog catcher told me that there were just as
many stray dogs as ever. Why were they living?
Oh, well, I had this big healthy Rottweiler who was a joy to be
around. My two kids, Sarah and Stephen loved him and kept wanting
to take him home. I finally said ok, so we took him home for a few
months. Finally, a Greyhound came in the clinic with Parvo. It
belonged to a couple who owned a Harley Davidson Motorcycle shop in
Amarillo. It was a racing Greyhound and they were desperate for it to
survive. I thought I’ll go IV with the vaccine, start it on fluids and give
it a blood transfusion. Now, my Rottweiler hadn’t been bled for several
months, but he was easily bled and the transfusion was given.
I hospitalized this dog and really didn’t expect it to live, because he
was in really bad shape. By golly, over the next couple of days, he was
showing signs of improving! I fed him and let it drink some water and
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he kept it in! I called the owners and told them the good news about
him wanting to be fed. As it turned out, Greyhounds are very similar to
Dobermans and they rarely, if ever, survive Parvo. This Greyhound
went home healthy the next day.
“Why,” I thought, “had the transfusion worked so well this time, but
hadn’t helped at all the other times I had given blood?” Could this be
why the stray dogs weren’t getting infected with the Parvo Virus?
“Duh,” I said to myself, “How about their natural immunity?” My
Rottweiler was not a stray, but he certainly was exposed to this deadly
viral infection. I’ll bet his titer against Parvo would be very high. At
least I hoped so. Vaccines can help protect animals against diseases,
but I still believe that mother nature is the ultimate physician! Again,
why aren’t their dead stray dogs laying in the street? I still think it’s
because they are constantly exposed to Parvo and they have become
immune to it. I’ll also bet that people who are exposed to feces on a
regular basis have a natural immunity to protect them from getting
sick when they eat a hamburger patty that is contaminated with E.
coli! Well, back to my book.
I drew another sample of his blood and sent it to the Texas
Veterinary Medical Diagnostic Lab to see what his Parvo titer would be.
I had to wait a couple of days to confirm my educated guess that his
titer was extremely high. Sure enough, it was extremely high.
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Sure enough, another Parvo case arrived. I immediately hooked
this dog up on an IV for fluids and gave it the vaccine intravenously. I
then bled my Rottweiler and centrifuged his blood to collect 10 CCs of
his serum and injected it into my Parvo patient intravenously. I sent
his stood sample and blood in to confirm that it was indeed Parvo and
his white cell count was critically low. This dog was exhibiting severe
nausea and bloody diarrhea. He was already dehydrated and was a
classic Parvo infected dog. I stayed with him all day and that night to
change his fluids when they needed replenishing and to observe his
progress. Within 24 hours, he was much more alert and he even acted
like he wanted something to eat or drink, but I held him off of anything
orally. Two days after I began my new therapy regime with my
Rottweiler’s serum therapy, he ate and drank and held everything
down. I discontinued the IV fluids and sent him home a normal,
healthy dog on the third day. Needless to say, I was on Cloud Nine!
I had the Texas Veterinary Diagnostic Laboratory’s confirmation of a
Parvo infected dog to boot! This was almost unbelievable how my
Rottweiler who had been exposed to numerous Parvo infected cases
had built his immunity to such a tremendous high. He had saved this
dog!
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Now, let me incorporate some of my practice experience in my
opinion of E. coli infections in humans after they eat partially cooked
ground beef products. Surely, when E. coli became so prominent in
the early 1990’s physicians, Ph.D.s, microbiologists, epidemiologists
involved in the scientific and medical study and transmission of
disease within a population must have had a “hay-day" with the almost
instantaneous opportunities for in-depth studies, theses to be written,
pharmaceutical advances due to treatment opportunities, etc. etc. Has
no one noticed the lack of common sense that apparently has infected
the meat industry, the USDA/FSIS regulatory agencies, the worldwide
population? What are these people thinking?
I've watched with interest many of the USDA/FSIS Agency's
recommendations to aid in controlling the E. coli pathogen and others.
Little seems to being done to address the public's educational need to
protect themselves by demanding fully cooked (well-done) ground
meat/poultry products.
Nobody has clearly explained why the public in general won't
accept a partially cooked pork product and why they shouldn't accept
a partially cooked ground meat/poultry product. I've thought of a
public educational spot which could clearly explain this. If a heat-
sensitive dye (155 degrees F) could be devised, the person performing
the demonstration could explain that this bucket of dye contains a
deadly pathogen and he/she is going to have a cooking demonstration
to show why one should not accept a partially cooked ground beef
product.
He/she would then dip a steak in the dye and state that it is going
to be cooked medium-well. As the dye “contaminates” the surface, it
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is explained to the viewers that this is how E. coli contaminates meat
products. The steak would then be cooked medium rare and then cut
to demonstrate to the public that the dye has been neutralized as the
surface did reach a temperature exceeding 155 degrees F. The interior
portion of the steak is pink and shows no dye, so this steak is safe to
eat.
Then the moderator would take some ground beef and thoroughly
mix the dye throughout and cook one of the patties “medium rare” and
the other one “well done”. The outer surface of both patties is going to
be a golden brown and looks fully cooked. When the medium rare
patty is broken in half, the dye would still be present on the interior of
the meat patty, which is where the surface bacterial contaminates end
up through the mixing/grinding process. The moderator would explain
that this patty is not safe to eat and then would break open the fully
cooked patty and demonstrate that the dye has been neutralized and
is safe to eat. He/she could end the spot by stating, "Just as you
demand fully cooked pork, it is up to you, the consumer to demand
fully cooked ground beef."
If you go to just about any restaurant and order a chopped sirloin
dinner, many waiters will ask, "How would you like that cooked?" It
ought to be law that they only serve a fully cooked ground beef
product and if the consumer requests a less than fully cooked ground
beef product, then they should be required to sign a release, releasing
the restaurant from all liabilities from illness thought to be linked to
their food service.
This should be done diplomatically and fully explained and stressed
to the consuming public that this is everyone’s responsibility to accept
only fully cooked ground meat products they are fixing to consume.
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Educating and reminding the public that the USDA/FSIS is doing all
it can to assure a clean/wholesome product is of paramount
importance. Put the final responsibility on the consumer. The meat
industry and the USDA/FSIS will continue pursuing a clean and safe
meat supply, but it is up to the consumer to accept only a fully cooked
ground meat. E. coli illnesses continue to appear, so accept your
responsibility.
Look for a moment at the "clean meat program." First, one needs
to observe live beef in a feedlot. These animals are lying on mountains
of manure, loaded onto a truck where they squirt feces all over each
other and their hair is full of feces/ingesta. Then they arrive at the
packing plant. The government employee is expected to stop the line
and require trimming of any identifiable feces/ingesta, but really don't
pay much attention to hairs on the carcass. Remember the conditions
I just explained and ask yourself, "What's wrong with this picture?"
We're dealing with microscopic bacteria here, not a grossly visible
crawling creature.
Question #1. Why hasn’t the USDA/FSIS implemented a regulation
to hose down cattle when they arrive at the packing plant? No, this
won’t eliminate E. coli, but it will reduce the population of this
dangerous microorganism. A better suggestion would be for the
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packing plants to implement this on their own to avoid another Federal
Regulation!
Question #2. Why is hair allowed to pass inspection? Why hasn’t
the cattle industry implemented this? Accept their responsibility!
Remember the mountains of feces the cattle lay on in the feedlots?
Think on the feces covered cattle as they are unloaded from the
trucks!
Question #3. Why doesn’t someone implement a carcass wash to
actively destroy any living microorganisms? Surely there are safe for
human consumption sprays that could be applied to the carcasses
before they leave the slaughter floor, or just as they enter into the
coolers.
Question #4. Has anyone looked at the population as to who is
becoming infected? Is it the younger generation with lower immune
levels? Is it more prevalent in cancer treatment individuals who have
lost their immunity due to chemotherapy? AIDS people who have little
or no immunity? Have any dairymen been infected? Have any large
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animal practicing veterinarians been infected? I would wager money
that the low immunity individuals lead the pack on being infected. I
would wager that no dairy personnel, no feedlot personnel or large
animal practitioners (DVM) have been infected. Why hasn’t a study
been done to review what I think should be apparent? People who
have a natural immunity by being exposed on a regular basis are at a
much lower risk! This would be extremely simple to prove, extremely
easy to correct and extremely economical to prevent! Why aren’t the
pharmaceutical manufacturers getting involved in an oral vaccine?
Remember what your mother always told you. You are what you eat.
Maybe we are just a little too clean! Once again, follow the KISS
principle! Keep It Simple Sir (or Stupid)!
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(et dolore’)(and pain)
I owe a lot to Ol’ Fred, a friend of mine in Ithaca, New York. While I
was in the middle of my internship in veterinary pathology at Cornell
University, Fred was telling my daughter a story about Noah and the
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Ark one night. Now, Sarah was about three years old and had (still
does) a mind like a bear trap. Once she latches onto a thought, it’s a
done deal. When he got to the part about the flood and about all the
animals drowning and dying, Sarah woke up and said, “So my Daddy
could work on them?” This story will introduce you to my career and
life. I’ll begin by telling you a very short version involving me in
general veterinary practice that led to the writing of this book. I owe
the title of this book to my daughter, Sarah.
I graduated from veterinary school in 1976 and entered into the
world as a man who was going to help every animal in the world have
a better life! In August of 1976, immediately after graduation, I
remember my classmates telling me of the situations they were going
to be working with. Many were going into the military, many into
private practices and one or two were going to keep going for further
education, internships, etc. Not me!
I wasn’t going to be working for anyone for a lousy $1,500.00 per
month! I knew I was worth more than that, so I decided to go into
practice all on my own. After all, I was now a D.V.M. and had
graduated cum laude! I wanted to be close to my hometown in the
Texas Panhandle, and so did my wife. I looked many places over and
finally picked to start my veterinary clinic in Panhandle, Texas. Little
did I realize why nobody else had picked this location, but we’ll get into
this a little later…
For now, I had a family to support and animals to help! Show me
the money!
We rented a large trailer house on the north edge of the city of
Panhandle, Texas. We would be able to see the cold fronts coming into
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the Texas panhandle. This was the biggest house Connie and I had
lived in since we got married. It had a huge attached garage area and
I was making plans to convert it into my veterinary clinic when the
Mayor of Panhandle arrived. We had a few minutes of general
conversation about me setting up my veterinary practice. The
conversation soon was brought to a blinding stop when he informed
me that I could not practice within the city limits. Seems as though
some folks didn’t want to have sick dogs, dead cattle, bottles of
medicine spilling out of the back of my pickup.
Never mind the chickens and dogs and horses running loose in my
next-door neighbor’s yard!
This unwelcome conversation was over when my first client drove
up! A cowboy jumped out of the pickup and asked me, “Are you the
new veterinarian?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “Follow me! I’ve got a horse that is bleeding to death!”
I threw a surgery pack together and jumped into my pickup to
follow him. He drove, I drove. he’d turn, I’d turn. As we drove, my
mind retuned to veterinary school. Now, horses are ok for other people
to own and mess with, but I can’t say I really enjoy working on them.
During veterinary school, I had this feeling that one of these days, a
horse was going to kick me, and that would probably be it for me!
90% of the horses that come to Texas A&M were either high
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powered race horses, or breeding stock. I remember one clinician
telling me to help put a horse in the stocks so he could be X-rayed. A
horse stock is similar to parallel handrails to steady the person going
through a narrow opening.
Once the horse is placed within the “stock”, it is much easier to
restrain and administer the medications, pass a stomach tube to
administer deworming medications or take X-Rays, etc.
This particular horse had a different mind about being put in a
horse stock! The horse refused to be in this confined area. After
several attempts to lead him into the stocks, the clinician told me to
lock arms behind this horse and we’d push him into the stock. Yeah,
right! I weighed a healthy 135 lbs or so, and he thought we could push
this 1,200+ lb. horse into a stock where he didn’t want to go?
Well, I got kicked right in the chest which threw me plumb across
the room! He said, “Let’s try again!”
I said, “No, let’s don’t.”
He left in a huff and said, “I’ll go get someone who’s not afraid of
horses like you are!”
“Fine” I said. After he left, I took my coat off and threw it over the
horses head, which in essence blinded him, led him in a tight circle two
or three times and when the clinician came back with his helpers, the
horse was
waiting for him in the stock!
“How’d you do that?” he asked.
Then reality came back to me.
We arrived at the scene of the bleeding horse. My first case! I saw
the horse standing in the middle of the road with another cowboy
holding his hand on the horse’s neck. There was blood all over
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everything and everybody. We stopped and got out.
“What seems to be the problem?” I asked.
“Well, I was putting shoes on this horse and he jumped out of my
reach. I got so mad at him, I took a swing at him with my hammer
and, and, well, just look!”
When he moved his hand, blood gushed out of the horse’s jugular
vein like a garden hose under pressure! I said, “Hold your hand on his
neck to stop the bleeding until I get my surgery pack ready.” He
immediately fainted and fell right under the horse! Now I was holding
the blood gushing jugular vein. Talk about a bloody mess!
Luckily, the horse wasn’t too shook up over all this and he luckily
moved over so he wouldn’t step on this cowboy. The first fellow that
had come to find me stopped the bleeding while I got my surgery pack
ready and put my surgery gloves on.
After a few quick sutures, I had sewn up the horse’s jugular vein
almost as good as new! I gave the horse a Tetanus shot, some
antibiotics and got some billing information from the cowboys and
went back home to continue working on our house.
While I was telling Connie about my first call, another pickup
stopped in the driveway. A man introduced himself saying he was the
sheriff. “Oh great, another official telling me I can’t practice veterinary
medicine within the city limits,” I thought. “There goes the money,
instead of show me the money.”
I said,” What can I do for you?” I didn’t have the time to change my
clothes and I was still covered in blood. I think it sort of made him
nervous, and he was the sheriff! He said his kid’s pony was all
crippled up and needed to be put to sleep.
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I was thinking, “Let’s look it over first and then decide what to do.”
I went to his place and looked the pony over. He had a bad limp on his
left rear leg, but was a good-looking pony. I felt all over his leg and
said, “This is going to need to be radiographed, but unfortunately, my
X-ray machine hasn’t arrived yet and there’s nothing I can do without
seeing what’s causing the problem.”
I continued on, “I’ll have to recommend you to take him to another
nearby vet so he could take the X-rays to see what was going on.”
He said, “Nah, let’s just put him to sleep.” “Put him out of his
misery!” “I don’t have the money to pay to anyone to have much else
done to him.”
I said, “You sure? If it’s broken, it may be able to be fixed.” Now, I
was secretly jumping for joy, as I didn’t want to become known as the
local horse doctor, and I was already beginning to get a reputation!
He said, “Just do it!” I agreed, and quickly put this creature out of
his misery. Then I made the ultimate booboo!
I said, “Care if I cut into his knee to see what was broken?”
He said, “Be my guest, but I you ain’t getting’ another nickel from
me…can’t pay you anything other than for putting him to sleep.”
I thought, “Tightwad”, but said, “No charge. This will simply be to
satisfy my curiosity to see what’s broken.” I quickly cut into the
horse’s knee and in all honesty, I couldn’t see anything broken!” Not
to be put at the mercy of the local sheriff, I grabbed the horse’s
kneecap and said, “Wow! Look at that!”
Luckily, he too fainted, so I sewed up the dead pony’s knee and
then made sure the sheriff was ok. Whew! I still don’t care much for
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horses! Give me a calf, pig, goat, dog, cat, anything, but leave the
horses to someone else!
I remember back in veterinary school, I used to trade all of my
horse “clients” for anything except another horse. As we made our
daily rounds in the large animal clinic to observe various interesting
cases, one horse was circling in his pen. For those of you who are not
familiar, an animal will walk continuously in a circle, termed “circling”,
a name formerly applied to Listeriosis in sheep, because of the
tendency of the affected animals to move in a circle, going nowhere
except in a circular pattern. When the instructor asked me why the
horse was “circling”, I said, “Where else can he go?
Sort of a bad day in practice with two emergency horse calls,
unpacking and a run-in with the mayor of Panhandle.
At least the bleeding horse had lived. Now I’ve got to concentrate
on finding a different location to work out of. Remember, the Mayor
said I could not practice within the city limits.
As I drove around looking for a place to put a veterinary clinic, I
thought about my first day of veterinary college at Texas A&M
University. I sat in this huge auditorium listening to freshman
orientation. The Dean of the Texas A& M College of Veterinary
Medicine said, "You must realize that this class of first-year
veterinary medical students at the Texas A&M College of
Veterinary Medicine could have been comprised of 4.0 GPA
applicants, (straight A's), but because of your interview,
veterinary aptitude test scores and overall GPA, we elected to
choose you. You are not, however, out of the woods! If you'll
turn around and look, you'll see 25 'vultures' who will audit
your classes during the next two years in anticipation that you
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will fail. Study hard, work hard and welcome to the Texas A&M
College of Veterinary Medicine." As he spoke, I faded back to May,
1973 as I nervously opened an envelope from Texas A&M University.
I was a wreck until I read the first line which read, "Mr.
Stephenson, I am pleased to inform you that you have been
selected for admission to the professional curriculum in
veterinary medicine and surgery effective with the Fall
Trimester, 1973." (I framed that acceptance letter and it still hangs
in my house, today.)
As I faded further into the past, I was aroused into total reality as a
"streaker" shot across the auditorium stage behind Dr. Alvin Price,
Dean of the College of Veterinary Medicine. The class broke into a
thunderous laughter as the dean displayed total outrage as the naked
"hippie" revealed himself. Once things had settled down and the
streaker disappeared, we were introduced to numerous professors,
counselors, advisors, interns and residents. My self confidence and
pride began to surge. Professionalism was on its way!
I really wish I had been wise enough to record my thoughts,
experiences and details on a notepad! All of my memories bounce off
another one, so I’ll do my best to keep this in somewhat of a proper
sequence. Oh, well, I’m rambling, so back to my stories…
I actually thought veterinary school was much, much easier for me
than regular course work was in college. I was genuinely interested in
veterinary medicine and was not really interested in physics, history,
botany and general college coursework for the requirements to
graduate. Had I not been accepted into veterinary school, I guess I
would have been a biology teacher, either in high schools or in a
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college. Luckily, my fate was well-defined and I did not have to worry
about what I would do with a B.S. in biology.
I had thought about going into a pharmacy school and follow my
real Dad’s footsteps, but that was simply not to be.
I was called for an interview in Houston at the pharmacy school,
before I heard from Texas A&M. My wife and I drove to Houston in our
Volkswagen. We were on our honeymoon, believe it or not, and not
only was I going to interview for acceptance into pharmacy school, I
also was going to be interviewed at Texas A&M University at the
College of Veterinary Medicine!
My interview at the pharmacy school could not have been any
worse. During my interview, I excused myself to go to the restroom
and promptly began throwing up in the toilet. When I throw up,
everyone knows I throw up. It makes me groan and moan and I begin
crying from the severe contractions of my stomach to relieve itself of
all its contents. Not only was my stomach expulsion clearing all
contents out of my stomach, I lurched forward enough to drop my
glasses into the toilet, full of vomit!
I guess I completed my interview in Houston. I don’t really
remember, as I had a beautiful wife I needed to pay attention to, and
also had to drive to College Station for my interview at Texas A&M.
We arrived in College Station that same evening as I had my
pharmacy school interview. We checked into the motel, took a “love
nap” and then drove to the veterinary college for the interview into
veterinary school. My interview could not have gone better. One of
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the professors asked me if I really wanted to be a veterinarian. Before
I could answer him, one of the other professors said, “Hell yes, he
wants to be a veterinarian. Haven’t you been listening to his answers
to all of our questions?”
Needless to say, I agreed with his answer and simply nodded my
head, “Yes, I do want to be a veterinarian.” With that, I asked them if
they had any more questions for me (they did not) so I left. Feeling
pretty good, I picked up Connie and we drove around Texas A&M and
soon, I felt that I belonged there in College Station.
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PURPLE COW'S PROJECTED FEAST
Reflections on a mythic beast,
Which’s quite remarkable, at least
I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow;
I'd rather see than be one!
by Gelett Burgess
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This nonsensical children's poem written by Gelett Burgess
suddenly took on a no-nonsense color. On October 9, 1990, being a
USDA/FSIS veterinarian, I had the unique opportunity to see firsthand 7
purple steer carcasses. It is a requirement that every animal pass an
ante-mortem examination prior to slaughter. These 389 head of M-
branded (Mexican origin) steers from the Swisher County Cattle
Company of Tulia, Texas did not reveal any abnormalities. Cattle
imported from Old Mexico must be branded with an “M” on one of their
cheeks, the soft side area of the face between the nose and ear.
All animals examined appeared to be normal, comfortable cattle,
showing no signs of disease or illnesses. The first grossly visible post-
mortem abnormality was found at the final rail inspection area by the
USDA/FSIS inspector. This carcass displayed a deeply purple stained
peritoneum.
The carcass was tagged and retained for veterinary disposition.
Besides the abnormally colored peritoneum, it also had a deep purplish
discoloration of the nuchal ligament, the penis, aorta and all blood
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vessels. This carcass was condemned under code 607 (pigmentary
conditions). Shortly thereafter, a second carcass was railed out on the
final carcass inspection station and was similarly condemned. The
inspectors on the head and viscera stations were alerted to intensify
their efforts to identify any abnormal coloration of the head, eyes and
viscera. 5 more were railed out for final veterinary disposition showing
many abnormalities. The rumen and spleen were a "hot pink" color,
the posterior vena cava attached to the liver was purple, the lungs
were purple, the aorta and heart valves were purple, the peritoneum,
pleura and nuchal ligament were purple, the linea alba was purple and
the outer fascial covering of the carcass was a "hot pink". These five
were U.S. Retained pending laboratory diagnosis.
As this had been the first time that this purple discoloration had
been seen at this facility, I retained the other 382 steer carcasses in
the cooler for a second evaluation during the grading process the next
day. Each carcass was re-examined by a USDA/FSIS inspector for any
evidence of discoloration of the peritoneum and/or nuchal ligament.
The aorta and penis were also evaluated. The USDA graders were
alerted to our findings and they, too, looked for any abnormal
coloration. No others were found.
Fixed and frozen tissues were submitted to the USDA's Eastern
Laboratory in Athens, Georgia. The accession #: A7500 laboratory
findings were: "Some skeletal muscle fibers were swollen and hyaline
in appearance. The liver capsule was covered by layers of smooth
muscle. The visceral pleura of the lung were thickened by collagenous
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connective tissue. The spleen was similarly covered by a dense
collagen capsule with hyperplasic mesothelium.
Increased numbers of neutrophiles were present surrounding
periarteriolar lymphatic sheaths." A comment that, "Grossly, the
connective tissues were discolored by a deep purple. However, this
eye or pigment was removed during tissue processing and was
therefore not apparent upon examination of the slides." This comment
has since been deleted due to a simple masking of the discoloration by
the dyes. Unstained sections revealed a deep purple discoloration of
the tissues. The laboratory has been unsuccessful in extracting the
pigment by using water, alcohol and ammonia.
On October 15,1990, 248 M-branded (Mexican origin) steers from a
Swisher County Cattle Company of Tulia, Texas were slaughtered and
3 more cattle were U.S. Retained with identical pigmentary lesions.
Fixed and frozen tissues were submitted to the Texas Veterinary
Medical Diagnostic Laboratory in Amarillo, Texas, accession
#A90289043. Their findings also reflected that the pigment persists in
tissues after tissue processing. The TVMDL's comments:
"Characterization of the pigment is not possible in stained (H&E) and
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unstained tissue sections. Due to the distribution of pigment, elastic
fibers and tissues containing high concentrations of elastic fibers such
as nuchal ligament and aorta seem to be preferentially affected.
Dyes used in some medicaments such as methylrosaniline (gentian
violet) or basic fuchsin, both having a purple or violet color might be
considerations. In addition, fuchsin dyes may have an affinity for
elastic fibers as they are used in special stains for these fibers.
Incrimination of gardenias as a possible source of pigmentation could
not be corroborated due to the paucity of literature on this subject.
Telephone conversation with Dr. John King, Cornell University on
9/18/90 would suggest gardenias could not be ruled out as source of
the pigment. As far as the above noted dyes are concerned, gentian
violet has been used intravenously (indications not given in available
literature), orally as a parasiticide and topically in some animals."
In Dr. King's book, "An Atlas of General Pathology", JCRR & PRIT, Dr.
King makes reference on page 5, Plate 9: "GARDENIA POISONING". In
this text, Dr. King describes a bluish grey discoloration of the pig's skin,
peritoneum, aorta, brain and meninges as the end result of being fed
the seeds of the gardenia plant, Gardenia jasminoides. The actual
agent is not known. This was described as an example of exogenous
pigmentation.
On October 16, 1990, after consulting with the pathologists in
Athens, Georgia, the decision was made to condemn the remaining 8
carcasses being retained. During the process of boning out the
carcasses into smaller portions for rendering purposes, it was noted
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that the smaller blood vessels, ligaments and fascial planes were
likewise discolored, making it virtually impossible to remove the
affected tissues. While the causative agent is not known yet, the
condemnation was supported for esthetic purposes.
On October 23, 1990, another M-branded steer from Swisher
County Cattle Company was condemned due to this purplish
discoloration. A silver metal ear tag #SARHCTB-Z 208956 was
recovered and was being traced to a herd of origin in Old Mexico. All
inspection personnel at Est. 3D were alerted to notice any abnormal
pigmentation of any M-branded cattle. A differential diagnosis of
porphyria, melanosis and ochronosis would have to be included, but
this purple discoloration does not fit the classical lesions of these.
Other suggestions include tissue residues of gentian violet following
treatment for castration wounds, methylene blue following treatment
for nitrate poisoning and other pigmented medications for wound
treatments, parasitic treatments, etc.
Telephone consultation with the management of Swisher County
Cattle Company as to the treatment programs of these cattle did not
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reveal any clues as to the cause. It should be noted that only cattle of
Mexican origin have been the subject of this exogenous pigmentation
and no other cattle from this feed yard was affected. All cattle had
received the same treatment program throughout their stay at the
feed yard.
Later in 1990, I contacted Dr. Lynn Post who was doing an
internship in toxicology in Louisiana. He did a literature search and
found articles in South Columbia in which they described the identical
lesions and condemnation in cattle. This article described a plant,
Bunchosia pseudonitida as the causative agent. This plant is also
thought to be present in Mexico and to date, is the most likely
causative agent. Tissues were submitted to Dr. Don Franco, head of
Slaughter Operations in D.C. for photography and visual examination.
The proofs should still be there. I did not receive a copy of the pictures
nor proofs.
I did suggest to the lab in Athens that a very interesting study could
easily be conducted by feeding Bunchosia spp. to some test cattle to
determine levels producing lesions, extent of lesions, etc. and that
they could also feed some of these purple discolored tissues to test
animals to determine if they exhibit any ill-effects or if the
discoloration would occur in the animals following ingesting the
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discolored tissues. It would be very interesting for this type of follow-
up to determine scientifically what we're dealing with.
An initial cursory inspection of the affected carcass could possibly
lead to the improper instruction to "peel-out" the peritoneum and
pleura and to pass the carcass for human consumption. All USDA-FSIS
personnel should be alerted to look closely at other tissues not
normally receiving much attention such as the nuchal ligament, the
large blood vessels, the linea alba and fascial planes for discoloration.
All inspection personnel should be alerted when any M-branded
cattle are slaughtered and all ear tags should be collected for possible
trace backs on this condition, and of course, for TB trace backs. The
head inspector should additionally observe the sclera and nuchal
ligament attachment; the viscera inspector should be looking for a
"hot pink" rumen and spleen, purple aorta and vena cava and purple
heart valves; the final carcass inspector should look for purple
discoloration of the peritoneum, pleura, penis, nuchal ligament and
linea alba for a "hot pink" discoloration of the outer fascial covering of
the carcass.
This overall discoloration is much more evident when an affected
carcass is compared to a normal carcass. Close ante-mortem
inspection has failed to reveal any external lesions, but during hide
removal, it was noted that the skin is likewise discolored.
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I never saw a purple cow
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than eat one!
by S. L. Stephenson, DVM
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Chapter Six
(Rumor et tumore’ con calore’ et
dolore’)
(Redness and swelling with heat and pain)
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I had many experiences with my wife and kids involving farm calls.
In 1981 the phone rang asking for me. I had a call to go assist a local
farmer in pulling or delivering a calf. Now, I had made many trips to
feed yards to pull, or deliver newly born calves. (The feed yards
generally don’t call the veterinarian unless the chain breaks on the
wire stretcher, or if their tractor breaks down, as the feedlot cowboys
try to pull the calf by themselves...) I invited my wife and kids to
accompany me, as it was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining,
not a cloud in the sky, no wind, 75°F., and the grass was green, flowers
blooming and it was a picture perfect day to be outside.
We all climbed in the pickup and headed blissfully down the road to
deliver this calf. As we drove into the farmyard, Sarah (who was 5½
years old) began to get really excited. We arrived and looked the
situation over. The heifer was in a pen, straining to push out this calf.
This rarely happens when the heifer is already caught and penned.
Most of the time I would have to drive my pickup to herd the calf into a
lot, then drive her into a pen so I could rope her. Luck was on my side
today!
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I introduced myself and my family to the farmer and began putting
on my coveralls, rubber sleeves and assembling the calf puller. Before
I could stop her, my daughter Sarah ran over to the farmer, tugged on
his pants and proudly said, “My Daddy never gets a live one!” She
was thinking about my feedlot experiences, my internship in veterinary
pathology and other “gory” events she had seen me do. She was
thinking of the many dead calves I had pulled at feed yards, performed
a fetotomy on (which means it had to be taken apart inside the cow,
limb by limb, head, pelvis and any other body parts - one piece at a
time-) or had to resort to perform a c-section to remove the dead calf.
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