I had an accident at work several years ago. And it was bad. my lower left leg was crushed by a fork lift truck. it was hanging by a muscle and an artery. people rushed to help and as I waited on the EMT's, one of the other Forklift drivers looked like he was going to hurl. I myself was busy taking my belt off so I could put it around my leg so I could slow the bleeding. As I was doing this, I smiled and said "You better be careful. you know what they say, accidents happen in 3's."
"Dont say that!" he said with a panicked expression.
I was taken to the hospital and then flown to another by helicopter. As I was being wheeled away, I thanked the aircrew for the wonderful flight and how I wished the view had been better.
When the surgeon came in after examining me, he said that he would do all he could, but there was a high risk that I would lose it. I just smiled and said " Well then, I want pictures."
When I was laying there in the hospital, a chaplain popped by to see how I was. She was really nice. And she put this little pencil topper that looked like a frog on one of my leg pins. And it stayed there until the pins came out. I named it Hopper.
I was off for 9 months. to this day I dont like talking about the actual night it happened. And as I post this I am feeling apprehensive and I'm not enjoying the trip down memory lane. But talking about the funny parts makes it bearable. Like when my leg was filling in at the back, I told my wife, "it looks like prime beef... great, now I'm hungry."
I could have very well been depressed during that time, but I wasn't. because I made fun of it. The only time I couldn't make light of something was the day I had the pins and rods taken out of my leg.
There was a little girl on the other bed beside me who had a broken arm. Her name was Madison. She couldn't have been more than 8-10 years old. She and I got to talking about how we each got hurt. I told her about my accident and how I would be getting a cast put on like her's. She told me that her mother died in a car accident, her dad broke both of his legs and her baby brother had also been killed. Her caregiver later on told me his car seat had been ejected from the car and was laying in the middle of traffic. People just drove around the seat like a piece of debris. I felt so sad for this little girl. And so I gave Hopper to the little girl and said " This frog was given to me by God so I would feel better. I think I was meant to really give her to you so you would feel better too." And it made her smile.
I would rather find the humor in something bad than let it bring me down, because it's a hard trip back up.
Just an FYI there,