In the midst of our crazy, unpredictable lives, we need a bit of humor. My husband reminds me constantly. I tend to be the melancholy, serious type where everything’s a tragedy, and he finds something comical in everyday life. I want to be more like that. So, I decided to write blog posts about the silly, funny, unbelievable things that seem to always happen to me. I Can Explain is my tag line for this venture.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t quite that happy. In the hospital room, the first nurse arrived to help me out of my regular clothes into designer surgery wear. Gorgeous. Especially the shoes that fit over my own. Yep, I didn’t have to remove my sandals.
The second lovely nurse assigned to prepare patients for surgery returned at least 10 times with eye drops. Soon, my eyeballs were as numb as my feet plagued by neuropathy.
Lastly, a sweet, young tech arrived to take me to the OR. Only thing, I had to go in a wheel chair despite the fact my legs were perfectly fine. Especially with my designer surgery shoes. I sat in the chair as she prepared to wheel me down the hall. Since I have allergies, I needed my tissue which had fallen to the floor. I leaned over to get it and fell out of the wheelchair, landing on my feet.
The poor OR tech screamed and grabbed for me. I was likely twice as big as her, so she didn’t catch me. Besides, I stood several feet from the chair, the tissue in my hand.
My husband sitting in the corner of the room? He snickered a few times, not bothered by any of the action. Besides, he enjoyed working his word game on his phone. I wonder today if the sweet, young tech has decided to remain in medicine after encountering a crazy patient who fell to the floor on the way to the OR. Or maybe she’s taken up another profession – cosmetology, perhaps.