Warning: If you are easily offended by “bathroom humor”, this post is not for you!
“Pride comes before disaster, and arrogance before a fall.” ~Proverbs 16:18
Even in my weakest moments, I find my prideful arrogance convincing me that I do not need help. I can do things on my own!
However, life has a way of teaching us that we really do need one another.
One of the more embarrassing examples from my life would come shortly after having my wisdom teeth removed.
I had my wisdom teeth removed a bit later in life than most. When my friends were having their wisdom teeth removed in their late teens and early twenties, I was avoiding the dentist like the plague.
When it was finally determined that I needed to have my wisdom teeth removed (after having avoided the dentist for a good 16 years), I figured I would handle it like a champ.
I told the oral surgeon that I didn’t want to feel or remember much of anything during the procedure. I told him to mix up a nice cocktail that would have me convinced that, rather than having my wisdom teeth removed, I had been out for a nice stroll through the woods.
Let me say this, he mixed up a tremendous combination because I really don’t remember much of anything beyond telling him to knock me out!
After arriving back at home, I was an incoherent mess. My wife was fairly concerned for my well-being…and rightfully so!
You see, something you should know is that pain medications do not go over well with me. Anything beyond Ibuprofen makes me nauseous and irritable for days.
My loving wife went above and beyond the normal protocol of a care-taker. At one point, I needed to use the restroom. She asked me if I needed help and I proceeded to say something along the lines of, “I can do it myself. Leave me alone.” So, she reluctantly said, “Fine.”
What happened next, well, I only know secondhand because I really cannot recall the events.
Shortly after heading into the bathroom, the sound of a large crash was heard throughout the house. My wife rushed into the bathroom to check on me. What she observed was embarrassing, for both of us.
Apparently, while attempting to use the bathroom, I lost consciousness and fell to the ground. While I did not have an “accident”, some damage was done.
My wife discovered me lying on the ground, my pants undone, and one arm firmly planted in the toilet!
A couple of lessons were learned:
1) When others, especially those who love you, offer assistance, take it! They generally want what is best for you. They have your best interest in mind. They want you to succeed. They don’t want to find you lying on the bathroom floor with your arm in the toilet. You see, they just might be able to notice limitations that, due to your pride and arrogance, you simply cannot (or refuse to) see.
2) Sitting is always an option.