Friday, November 20, 2009
Today's tale is true. It is a tale that took thirty years to complete.
In 1979 my husband was seriously depressed. He was initially treated by his family doctor for depression. Then he was referred to a psychiatrist named Dr. Pepper. At that time there was a well known TV commercial for Dr.Pepper soft drink. The actor in the commercial danced, jumped and clicked his heels in the air and sang, "I'm a pepper, you're a pepper, wouldn't you like to be a pepper, too?" I can hear it in my head. We thought the real Dr. Pepper who was a very distinguished older psychiatrist was probably not amused by the jingle.
A few years later my mother in-law died and my father in-law struggled with depression. He eventually was hospitalized and treated in a unit for seniors. His assigned psychiatrist? Dr. Pepper. The same Dr. Pepper.
Last Sunday my daughter noticed a bump on grandbaby Roman's scalp. The nurse helpline advises having him checked out in the morning. His own pediatrician wasn't available and dad Mike said he was seen by a Dr. Pepper. No, not the same Dr.Pepper.
Three generations of family seen by Dr. Pepper. I guess "I'm a pepper, you're a pepper" is true. They all left happier, too.
I Googled Dr. Pepper and found a bottling museum (pictured above) in Waco, TX.
If you want to hear the jingle, search You tube. Fair warning. You won't be able to get it out of your head.