.The company nurse seemed happy to see me. She asked how I was feeling, and I informed her I felt great. She had me sit on the end of an exam table while she checked my blood pressure, and listened to the pulse on my wrist with a stethoscope. She then put the stethoscope on my heart and listened to it’s beating. She smiled and then put the stethoscope on my back asking me to take deep breaths, hold them for as long as I could and exhale . I did this four times at her urging as she moved the stethoscope over my back. Her last instruction was to cough as she held the stethoscope in the middle of my back. She began writing something down, and I wanted to know if everything was okay. She noted my concern and informed me everything sounded normal, but If I experience any of the following symptoms I was to come back to the clinic: 1. blood in a cough that produces phlegm. 2. Sudden dizziness. 3. Headaches that won’t go away with an aspirin.
.She informed me they were all symptoms of the type of exposure I had unfortunately experienced. She wasn’t really sure how long I was in the chamber before anyone found me. I wanted to know what time did she’d come to the chamber. She informed me she was called to the chamber and I was already out of it laying on the floor sleeping. It was 4:45AM. So I told her at best I probably got gassed and passed out immediately. The gas was being removed by a vent in the chamber. I probably took a direct hit to my face. She agreed with that analysis. I told her I felt great and wasn’t suffering any side effects. I am sure being 18 years old had a lot to do with that. I agreed to come back and visit the clinic if I should experience any of the symptoms she mentioned. Right now I was only concerned about showering, loading up my car with my fishing gear, cashing my check, picking up my fishing buddies and heading to Canada to go fishing. She smiled at that.
.It was great to see my friends. We had planned this trip for the past week and would spend three days camping and fishing in Canada over the Memorial weekend. I went to and graduated from High School with both of them. I had helped one of them get a job where I worked as a co-op student, and the other, we were friends throughout Junior High and High School. Later we would share our college friends as well as we struggled to complete undergraduate degrees. We shared laughs, fishing, drinking Canadian beer, and deciding what we would eat if we didn’t catch any fish. God always seemed to provide and we ate fresh fish, baked over a campfire. We had a great time being in the outdoors, the fresh air, the river, the openness of the landscape was inspiring. Our shared camaraderie of a space in time that can never be repeated, but was beneficial to our spirit, I still remember. I forgot about the factory and that was a good thing… My Life Journey… TO BE CONTINUED ……….. …………………………………………………………PSALM 103 ………………………………………………
MJ-Way 