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Sunday, May 1, 2011

73 Beware the Kissing Disease

I now had a wife and a job, what more could a man desire. To place my education back on the top of my priority list took considerable determination now that I had experienced the pleasures of a new wife. If I was ever to complete my education it had to be well up on my do list. To put it in perspective however, ’61 was before the pill and it was more then easy to compromise your best intensions in the heat of the moment. 

With that said we rented a small upstairs apartment right adjacent to the Walla Walla campus at $35 a month, and I settled into my studies. The apartment was really a living room with a walkthrough kitchen at the top of the stairs and a bedroom with a double bed on large wheels, which every morning was out in the middle of the room. The only other negative worth mentioning was that the landlords turned the heat off when they left for the day and it got quite cold before they returned.

Fall quarter was coming to a close when I started running a fever with a sore throat and chills that never seemed to end. I would wake up in the morning feeling fine but by evening I would have a raging fever. The doctor I saw in Walla Walla diagnosed it as laryngitis and gave me some antibiotics.

I remember Sandy read to me by the hour as I felt to weak to study. After taking the antibiotics for a few days I seemed to get worse so we decided to visit Sandy’s mom’s doctor in Toppenish. Her doctor was a family friend and we wanted a second opinion. We were relieved when she told us it was only infectious mono-nucleosis, but the bad new was that I should take a couple quarters off if I wanted to shake it. Why me I thought, as it was known colloquially as the kissing disease and unless it was when I was dreaming, Sandy was the only person I had kissed. Scouts honor.

After completing my tests for fall quarter we took the good doctor’s advise and spent the next five months living with my folks. Here I was supposed to take it easy but my dad had me out working on his drain field, and digging a basement for the neighbor with his D4 Cat.

Dad’s friend Lindley Jacobson also needed more prawn traps, so what better way to convalesce then while putting together fifty of them for his next prawn expedition up Knight’s Inlet.

In the meantime the swelling in my spleen had gone down and I was feeling fine, but still in need of money. So it was off to Puyallup where Sandy’s grandmother, Bina had lined up a job for me working for Al Bolin a family friend in the construction business there.

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