Laughs in emergency

I couldn't believe it. For the past 2 decades I had made the bed without injury. This morning as I quickly tucked in the sheets before writing a paper, I actually managed to jam a long splinter of softwood up my index fingernail. I couldn't pull it out and so I realized, with frustration, I would have to drive to emergency for help. Fortunately the trauma unit was relatively empty. As I waited to see a doctor, 2 clowns entered my room announcing they were the doctor and nurse! Oh, no, I thought. They were dressed in wild hats with squishy red noses. They asked if my husband needed a heart transplant or had he remembered valentine's day. I assured the clowns my husband did not need a heart transplant--they looked bemused and left. Next, a doctor entered, "Are you the real doctor?" I asked. He looked perplexed. I explained concerning the strange vision I had just had. He relaxed and started to freeze my poor finger. I asked if I would be able to write my paper later on; he thought later would be okay--turns out MUCH later! Then he enquired concerning my paper. I explained I had to write a book review on "Conformed to His Image" by Kenneth Boa. The doctor exclaimed, "Oh, God!!" I started laughing, "yes, that is precisely what the book is about!" Following that we had an interesting chat. I never know what conversations will come out of my courses, or where they may happen!