I Want a Second Opinion

I Want a Second Opinion

So there I was, laying on my back with my quad 15ft away. I said to myself, “Oooh, this can’t be good.”, call me intuitive.  The pain was sinking in and I knew something was horribly wrong. I knew that I couldn’t think about it because then all my energy would go into panic mode, which could make the situation worse. I concentrated and put all my focus on getting the heck out of there and finding help.

Two hours later, I was in the emergency ward…..I had 2 broken ribs from the quad flipping over and landing on top of me. Oh ya, the adrenaline was gone and I was in a lot of pain.

The triage nurse had asked me a lot of questions that I don’t recall, but the two questions that I do…one of which was, who was my next of kin because they had to make notification. I mentioned my brother, who happens to work in this particular hospital. And of all occupations, he’s a gynaecologist. Ya, my brother….the gynaecologist….. geez, of all the professions out there.  What the heck was he thinking as a teenage boy looking at dirty magazines? Instead of beating off like a normal teenager, he was in the corner, “She has a nice reproductive system..”. Sigh….

The triage nurse…  I guess the tears and the cringing in pain facial expressions wasn’t a clue, so she asked, “On a scale of 1 – 10, 10 being the most painful, how would you rate your pain?” Without missing a beat, I stated in a tearful manner, “It’s like being married all over again.”. Along with 4 other people, she started laughing.

Moments later…..there I am, laying on my back with the drugs having kicked in to relieve the pain. Time had disappeared, I was in La La Land, feeling gooooood. The emergency doctor came in, followed by my brother. I looked at my brother….I looked at the doctor and stated, “(giggling from the drugs) What the heck?  I don’t need no pap smear.  I want a second opinion.”

I don’t recall too much after that due to the awesome drugs they gave me, but it did take a long time for my ribs to heal. I really lucked out with my ribs not puncturing my lung or heart.

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