Oh NO 'Crash'. I’m SO sorry about your hand! (Shudders).we can relate too well, - at the moment. Please get better quickly.…I sincerely hope no permanent damage!
CB Willis. No not at all trite, don't worry. You either choose to laugh or you cry. My husband and I are the type to try and always choose humor. We feel it is the only way to
get through life. He was cracking so many jokes in the ER that night, he kept everyone in stitches (
) They kept telling us what a very refreshing change we were from whom they normally were working with in the middle of the night.
(Don’t read if you are of delicate sensibilities).
I and my husband felt like we had been dropped in the middle of a Saturday Night Live skit. Something from the early reruns like the ‘Bass-O-Matic”. The only way to get through it was to laugh. How can I even tell this delicately…..We were waiting on x-rays to come back. Uhm the 2nd guy who was put in the cubical 4 feet over, (we were there a long time) with just a curtain between us. Young guy…he talked to us through the curtain for a while (you know everyone being neighborly) …You could hear everything in this place even if you tried not too. The doctor and some nurses came in and out over there speaking to him. Each one of them had a conversation something like this.
Doctor: Nice tattoos you have there. Oh and look at those piercing's….. Wow, -What have you had done to your *****?! Who did that?
my husband and I are looking at each otherPatient: A plastic surgeon.
Doctor: A plastic surgeon did THAT?! Really? You found a plastic surgeon who would do THAT?
my husband and I are clapping our hands over our mouths to keep from laughing or gaspingPatient: Yes
Doctor: I have NEVER seen THAT before. Is that for your partner’s satisfaction? You found a plastic surgeon who would really do that!?! Oh …… and I also see you’ve had your tongue ‘forked’ too. Where did you get that done?
Nurse: (comes in) “What did you have done to your *****?!?!. I have NEVER seen that before”. Meanwhile, -out in the hall a very inebriated patient is roaming in front of our door singing at the top of his lungs and sort of dancing around in his hospital gown (his rendition of singing in the rain) till someone offical came and collected him.
my husband and myself are hanging on to each other now. Whispering “Oh please, just sew us up and GET US OUT OF HERE”.So the big question for the night was: What WAS behind curtain number 3.