I’m a strong, smart woman.
And, no amount of
strength or smarts
prepared me for a head-on
with my 65 lb. lab/pit bull
requiring an ER visit
(for me; dog was fine)
resulting in a broken nose
and two black eyes.
(again, me; dog was fine)
I’m strong,
but I’m not a cage fighter.
And, I’m smart.
But when three ER docs asked
“Have you had a tetanus shot?”
I only had two thoughts:
1. Ever?
2. And: well, I seem to remember
looking on while my brother got
a rusty garden tool
removed from his ankle in 1963,
but that doesn’t really
answer the question, does it?
Followed by my inability to
answer whether I would like
to be referred to
a plastic surgeon or an ENT.
Even with the ER doc asking
repeatedly and slowly,
I couldn’t form my follow up
which was:
Huh?
Until, mercifully, she
gave me both.
So, here’s a tip about
strong, smart woman.
We’re not always so strong
and we’re sometimes not so smart.
We like a little
attention & tenderness
and the occasional help
with life’s hard questions.
Later my coffee guy
saw my face and
comped my latte.
I almost wept.
