Medical humor can smooth over some pretty rough spots in life
Perhaps like hanging up on a Brahma bull at a rodeo. Oh? Doesn't sound like medical humor to you? Well, it does to a cowboy.
At least, in certain situations it does. It was difficult to decide on the best spot for this little story: Medical humor, or cowboy poetry? It certainly qualifies on both counts.
The date was August 12, 1970. At age 26, I'd been retired from the rodeo circuit for four years. Four LONG years. You see, Rodeo Fever is not easy to cure. Since quitting, I'd held various jobs, gone back to college, gotten my degree...and an office job.
An. Office. Job. GAAAAA-A-A-G-G-GHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Rancher's son, Army Viet Nam Era veteran, underground miner, professional bronc and bull rider...and now an OFFICE job? To describe it as culture shock would be understatement of the gravest sort. I wasn't in any shape to see humor of any sort, let alone medical humor.
THERE'S GOT TO BE MORE THAN THIS! I thought to myself that fine summer...and...went back to riding bulls.
That might have been okay, but my second bull that season was a practice bull named Little Moe. Oh, I knew better than to go back after quitting cold turkey. Like any addict, I told myself, I can handle it. Just a few. Just on weekends. Uh-huh.
I eased on down inside the chute
Straddled that young bull
When the rope was set just right
John gave it a pull
The gate swung wide and for a while
Eight seconds or eight years
I was right back in the thick of things
Listening to the cheers
Until arena rust caught up
When I started to dismount
Did it just exactly wrong
Hung up and bounced around
While I was still tied to that beef
He stomped upon my chest
Breaking several ouchy ribs
I bet you know the rest
Yup! I had a punctured lung
They had to drive me to the doc
Keep me overnight although
I really watched the clock
Next morning came a nurse's aide
Fresh bandages brought in
Her eyebrows raised; a perfect track
Was scraped upon my skin
Did you know, I asked her then
You can track a bull right now?
SEE? This one was going North
Unless maybe it's a cow
Track a bull? She scratched her head
And then she got the point
I only tried to pull her leg
To lighten up the joint
There's only one regret I had
About my way of seeking cheer
It's true, but she'll never believe
That I can smell a deer
Most likely we ALL agree that a health crisis of any sort is no laughing matter. And yet...and yet. If you're anywhere close to my age, you remember when President Reagan was shot by a would-be assassin.
And if you remember that, you may also recall that he was joking with medical personnel as he was rushed to Emergency. Medical humor at its finest. President Reagan knew full well the value of using humor to elevate his own spirits as well as those of the people around him.
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