I was riding my bike through the park on a beautiful sunny day, enjoy the picturesque scenery and the serenity of the birds chirping all around me. It was so serene that I just had to dismount from my bike and sit in the grass for an hour or so.
Little did I realise that I was so relaxed that I fell asleep for a prolonged period of time. When I eventually woke up I found that I was both extremely drowsy still, and I was rather late for an appointment.
I hurriedly jumped back on my bike and got the pedals moving furiously. I was out of the park and on my way in record time. I continued on down the street, picking up speed on a downward sloping bike track. I was starting to feel confident that I wouldn’t actually be late like I thought I was going to be.
I reached the bottom of the hill and darted around the corner to the left, now sure I was going to make it in time. But it was that confidence that was my downfall, when I didn’t see the stick that had fallen on the road just ahead of me. Before I could even think about trying to stop, my wheels were out of control and the next thing I knew I was strewn across the ground in agony.
I looked around, but there was no one to be seen and I couldn’t find my phone—I must have lost it in the fall. I was worried I had broken a few bones, and the only bit of hope I had now was that I could faintly see a building in front of me that read: ‘Doctor Kipps. Healing Specialist.’
Dragging myself to the door of the building, I was beginning to feel faint. But I manage to gather the strength to get through the door and to the reception desk. The man in front of me was aghast and quickly helped me to a seat and asked if I was alright.
“I’m looking for Doctor Kipps, the healing specialist.” I said.
“I’m really sorry, sir. She is a hearing specialist, not a healing specialist.”
“A hearing specialist?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. I don’t think she would be much use for your arm.”
“Could you maybe call me a doctor then?” I asked, before finally fainting.