The coastland times with which is combined the pilot and herald of Belhaven and Swan Quarter. [volume] (Manteo, N.C.) 1959-1973, 1960-10-21

are no distracting sounds to come
from outside, and the air is main
tanned at constant temperature,
day or night. 1 was in a modern
hospital, and I always enjoy be-
ing in hospital, for there is
nothing so wonderful to a poor
man as to have his meals brought
to him, his back rubbed in solu-
ton several times a day; with
four white girls and three of col
or, and a man or two waiting on
him the clock around.
Worked My Way Up.
But to get to that room which
is so modern, and delightful, had
hard row for a day or two. The
last four days were wonderful,
and 1 will never forget the de-
lightful voice, nor the tenderness
l imagined in that touch on my
shoulder which awoke me-a per-
son who is grouchy indeed when
awakened out of turn. 1 learned
the name of that little nurse, and
it was nice to know that for three
years she has been making some
man happy as his wife, and has
a child a year and a half old. 1t
is remarkable indeed, the spirit
of dedication which prompts wom-
ankind to work among the sick
and to minister to those in grave
need; to endure the grouchiness of
those who are not really sick, as
we'll as those whose faces are
turned toward the opal gates of
death. l have always had an ex-
allied opinion of nurses in general.
l never saw but one l had to cuss
out, and that l did with avidity.
Due to long hours, and long
rides, and lots of work during the
past several months, l had
grown weary and l thought it
time to give consideration to
some long standing physical all
ments, and on my doctors recon-
mendation, in order to get proper
rest and treatment, l agreed to go
to a hospital for an overhauling
of my plumbing system, something
that is not uncommon among men
of my age. l had the first requi-
site for moving toward recovery:
a doctor l like and in whom l have
great faith. In fact in a couple of
days, l think 1 was we'll off
enough to go home, and would
have done so except for what l
shall relate later, for he thought
l was we'll enough off for him to
leave me and go to medical con-
vention in Atlantic City, from
where he prescribed for his pa
tients twice daily by telephone.
At the end of my first day in
the hospital, l was so badly put
out, that l wished l hadn't gone
there. l got put into small room
which had no bath, and on either
side of me were patients who had
uldly NlSlIOIS. L WI uOOlS away
was diet kitchen where it SEEM
ed to me the help We're loading
the crockery ware with coal
scoop. Some of the help had the
distracting habit of stopping out
side my door for sessions of CAB
fest and laughter.
When I went in on Sunday, the
doctor began sending in prescrip-
tons. 1t was late in the evening
before any were filled, for l was
told it being Sunday, the hospi-
tai pharmacy was closed. Ny re-
minder that there were many
other drug stores about the city
willing to deliver fell on deaf ears.
l was somewhat hungry as usual
and my supper came late, which
never soothes my disposition. The
neighbors had visitors to a late
hour-many and loud ones.
A FrOlic For Visitors
I had noted on coming in the
building the oft repeated sign
Hospitals are for the Sick" /