I had an unexpected visit to the ER last week (as if these trips are ever planned). On the first day of a motorcycle trip, a pickup truck pulled out in front of me forcing me to ride off the road into grass and gravel. I did fine through the grass but didn’t fare so well in the gravel. My Harley went one direction and my body, led by my chin, went another. After the dust cleared, I had 10 stitches in my chin and a bad case of road rash on my face.
Overall, considering the situation, I am both thankful and blessed.
It goes without saying, but I still will, that I was not in the best mood after my accident. I had faced (so to speak) a potentially fatal situation; I was now going to miss a great 5-day ride with my brother; and I had 5 hours of ER treatment to look forward to.
So, I decided to look for opportunities to laugh…or at least to chuckle, since it hurt my chin to laugh.
My first opportunity came when I asked the ER staff to make sure I didn’t look like Mickey Rourke when I healed. Unfortunately, in this particular part of SW Virginia, they didn’t know who Mickey Rourke was. So that one was just for me.
My second opportunity came when the doctor asked me how I was. I said, “I never truly embraced the wisdom in my dad’s admonition to ‘keep my chin up.’” He smiled but as we all know, ER doctors are not allowed to fully chuckle.
Then, when the nurse was washing my wound (I regret that I didn’t get complete sponge bath), I asked for the full facial, waxing, and pedicure. She laughed.
Score.
Finally, my best laugh came when I arrived at the follow-up visit with my family doctor. The receptionist looked at my mangled chin and asked, “What happened?”
I said, “I cut myself shaving.”
Now here’s the best part. She said, “Really?”
Now, that’s funny.
Ron