Accident Type: Unspecified Motorized Vehicle Incident
I was in a hurry and hit the throttle too hard.
The impact was so hard
I felt my body vibrate like a struck bell.
I was focused on the destination
and didn’t notice the pool of blood
I stood in until I was ready to sit.
Eww. This bathroom is disgusting.
Oh.
That’s mine.
I didn’t panic.
Left that for my cool, authoritative
In Case of Emergency contact person.
So. Much. Blood.
I stumped the pharmacist and paramedics.
Are you sure you’re not on blood thinners?
It wasn’t deep but I had been flayed
by a bathroom stall door
while driving my mobility scooter.
The thin sutures slipped out
of my leg like like topsoil blowing away
in the Dust Bowl.
The TEN heavier sutures poked into the air
from my shin like eyelashes
on a child’s monster drawing.
Changing the dressing stung
causing the thin skin between stitches
to roll up like wet tissue.
Hospital discharge notes indicated risk
of “poor cosmetic result.”
Please send thoughts, prayers and chocolate.

Oh dear. I send all but chocolate. I trust you will be OK soon
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thank you Derrick!
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This is written like it has happened to you
Did it? Sending you everything but chocolate because it would melt before it arrived.
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Oh yes. That is my leg. Stitches are out. It is still a gnarly wound thnough.
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How did it happen? Between that and your carpal tunnel, you’ll have some great battle scars and tales.
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Just like I wrote. I was going into t th e handicapped bathroom stall which was big enough for the scooter. Except I jerked the throttle too hard by accident and caught the stall door.
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The line about monster’s eyelashes is SO good. You are such a talented poet, JM! It won’t be a “poor cosmetic result.” It’ll be a rugged battle scar!
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Oh I like that! The battle to stay active and be in the world as a disabled person!
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Great line.
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I love how you process things through poetry.
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❤😍
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I love the line about the sutures were like topsoil in the Dust Bowl” Great work!
Sorry it’s not poetic license.
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Thanks Bart. The skin was like topsoil, rolling away. Not poetic license. Just a simile. Skin deep wounds are still painful.
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I admire you for creating a poem from this unpleasant incident!
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Thanks Audrey. I’ve been working on this since the accident 2 weeks ago. Just processing trauma.
And then inflicting it on others 😂
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Be careful out there, JM!
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Having been there, I can vouch. It was a LOT of blood. We don’t do things halfway in this family. She neglected to mention that she soaked an Israeli compression bandage through in no time.
These are the bandages that they give soldiers so that they don’t bleed out on the battlefield before they can get medivac’d out. Traumatic for sure.
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Yeah, but I did NOT need an ambulance. We could have driven to the hospital. Oh well.
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You poor dear. I hope you are recovering without much suffering.
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Well I do enjoy a good complaint. It’s slow healing but moving along. Fun medical fact: shins bleed a lot because that’s where the bone is. No padding. You’re welcome. Ha Ha. Thanks Rick.
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