WHY DO HOSPITAL GOWNS HAVE NO BACK-SIDE?
An hour later I was laying, naked save one of those useless, paper-thin hospital gowns, in the hall of the local ER, waiting for the Lidocaine to take effect. The doctor was gracious, “Do you want to see the needle and thread that I’m going to sew you up with?” It was a generous offer, but I declined. It’s not that I feared the size of the needle, it’s just that I know that I’ll soon find myself here again, flat on my back with someone jabbing a needle into me. It’s part and parcel of riding. I’m not going to get all happy-crappy on you here. I won’t stoop to telling you that crashing, opening a hole in your face and snapping a meta tarsal or two is somehow enlightening. It’s not. It sucks. It costs money. It makes you even less attractive to the opposite sex. It is, however, inevitable and I’m at peace with this fact.
