Finding Humor in Injury

As I sit here waiting for someone to take pity on me and make me my bagel, I’m reflecting on the humorous aspects of my most recent injury. Let me catch everyone up.

About a week and a half ago I was merrily thinking about everything else while carrying my dog into the groomer’s. Our adopted stray is wonderful with us but suffers from certain anxieties, one of them being the groomer. As I was carrying him in, I neglected to pay attention to the large cement parking barrier, much like the one below:

In case you are wondering, it was very prominent with its fluorescent yellow coloring and I believe they paint it that way so people notice it.

As you can imagine, I was not one of those aware folks. Mind you, I had just the week before finished my physical therapy from falling up my concrete front steps and destroying most parts of my left ring finger, the bone, ligaments and such.

My physical therapist upon parting said something like, don’t fall again and we’ll see you soon. I think they can just tell who will be back….

So I ended up like this with crutches and a dream that it would all be ok soon. Notice by the way, the dog is fine. I made sure that I didn’t fall on him.

When I went to the orthopedist earlier this week, she gave me a boot which seemingly improved my mobility and made me feel invincible! I was walking up and down stairs like a normal human! I got all gussied up for my work webexes and felt like I was ahead of the curve! I look all intense and ready to conquer the world!

Until everything collapsed and I had to reel in my bad self and get back on the couch for the foreseeable future. Now I’m confined to watching my leg turn spectacular hues of yellow and purple and contemplating my newfound existence.

This time period has given me a good indication of the level of love my children and husband feel for me. At the beginning, they waited on me without reserve. Now, at the mere sound of my voice, there is immediate eye rolling and sighing complete with the “whaaaaaattttttt?????” response. They know I’ll be asking them to bring me something and they are over it. I reflect upon the months of carrying and the labor with which my children were delivered and think, god forbid when I end up in my twilight years…

There have been many choice quotes as of late that if you heard on any other given day shouted throughout my home you might be frightened. Such as today when I shouted to my daughter upstairs, “can you throw down my tweezers, I’m going to post my leg picture to the world and I haven’t been able to wax!!!” I also have been quite judicious about taking the pain medicine they gave me but on Friday night I felt like I had earned it and shouted to my husband, “can you throw me a hard seltzer so I can wash down my Vicodin?”

My husband keeps asking me “what did we learn”, and I’m supposed to dutifully reply, “Look down, pay attention to where I’m going, slow down” I think I’ll make a habit of topping off my daily to do list with, “don’t hurt myself.” It’s a wonder I’m allowed to leave the house unsupervised sometimes. Cheers to finding the humor in pain.

Published by Lisa Rocha Gubernick

My name is Lisa Gubernick. I have been working in the business world for the past twenty four years and I truly enjoy the career that I have built. I am also a wife and mother of two. Outside of those responsibilities, I take every opportunity I can to learn and to create. Those activities truly fuel my soul and ensure my well being. If you are anything like me, you often reflect on the human experience and what it means to make a positive contribution everyday. My goal is to leave this world in a better place than I found it through my writing.

2 thoughts on “Finding Humor in Injury

  1. Damn. You really have been through it. Being immobile and depending on others is horrible. Hope it heals quickly and you’re up and about soon. Maybe with bumper guards…


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