Coming off the sidewalk on a bridge, I somehow used my front brake and flew over the handlebars and onto a very busy thoroughfare. Since it was rush hour, the road was clogged with traffic and as my bike slewed onto the pavement it was only by the grace of you know who that I wasn't run over by the bus in that lane.
Cradling my left arm, I managed to make it home and it wasn't until the next day that I sought aid at a local medicenter. An efficient nurse got me x-rayed and put in a cast within an hour.
Nurses can make all the difference to a hospital stay. When I was 14 it was necessary to have my appendix removed. My appendix nearly ruptured so my stay at the hospital was two weeks instead of a few days.
My older sister Janet had just completed her nurse's training and our family knew a lot of her classmates. Fortunately for me, two of them were assigned to my ward and unfortunately for them, two of them were assigned to my ward.
Years later, my sister informed me that I was a complete brat during my whole stay. Being a pubescent male, I thought it was completely natural to ask these young, attractive women to go fetch me uneaten meals from other wards and other selfish tasks.
When I was twenty and single, I found myself in a teaching hospital where my mother and sister worked. The operation I was having meant having everything from the waist down shaved. Luckily a male nurse took care of that procedure but what I didn't expect was an action by the head nurse.
One morning she hustled in a group of nurses in training to my bedside and without so much as a how-do-you-do, she whipped back my top sheet and there was my naked body for all to see. What made it even more embarrassing was that one of the nurses in training was someone I had been trying to date. Now that she'd seen everything I had to offer, my chances were probably nil. I never called her again although since she was a family friend, I saw her many, many times afterward.