Sort of makes you think the days we lived in back then, were a bit obsolete and crud to say the least.
I didn’t realize I’d stepped on it, until I tried to move and my shoe wouldn’t budge.
It wasn’t until I jerked my foot up and felt a twinge of pain that I realized the nail had punctured my foot.
After pulling my shoe off, I quickly saw the blood soaking my sock and knew I needed help.
Dad sent me to the house to visit Doctor Mom for first-aid.
Wasn't sure what her treatment would be ,I just knew if anybody could fix it, it would be mom.
Mom washed my foot good with soap and water, then she got the kerosene can out, and poured some kerosene in a pan, soaked my foot good in the kerosene.
Then she dried my foot off, and placed a piece of salt pork over the puncture wound, and wrapped it good with a piece of bed sheet cloth she'd torn from a sheet
And then she sent me back out to help dad finish the project , my foot barley got sore and it was well in a few days.
Thanks to Doctor Mom, I was good as new soon , minus the doctors bill, don't know what we would have done with out our home remedies in them days.
Until Next Time. God Bless.
My Meditation by, Coleman