I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge or adventure. Looking back, I think my sense for adventure started on my first Boy Scout camping trip. Since then I’ve taken on a few extreme sports like marathons, triathlons, sky diving, canyoneering, and scuba diving. While I may not be afraid to take on these experiences; injuries terrify me!
When I recently learned that I would need to undergo surgery to fix a shoulder injury, all I wanted to do was fly home and have Mommy soothe my fears. Unbelievable! The idea of going under the knife sends a chill down my spine that only Mom can calm. What’s insane is that after a few sports-related injuries, you’d think I’d be used to orthopedic surgeons.
The more I thought about why I turned into such a baby, it became clear. When I was young and suffered from acute asthma, I’d wind up getting quite a few shots during my visit to the doctor. After every visit, Mom would take me to get pistachio ice cream. When I had knee surgery, after a snowboarding accident, Mom would make me scones while I recovered at home.
Clearly, only ice cream and Mom’s chocolate scones can heal an injury.