Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is Bliss: A personal essay

By Genevieve Yates

Written in April 2011 about an accident in October 2003.

Finalist in Creative Doctors Network Doc Art Festival, July 2011, writing category, theme “Laughter is the best medicine”.

I couldn’t close my mouth.  That wasn’t a good sign.  Many a time I’ve been admonished for having my mouth open more than it’s shut, but on this occasion it had nothing to do with being garrulous.  My upper and lower jaw no longer occluded.  I sat up – gingerly, to discover that I was completely alone in unfamiliar bushland, with no recollection of how I got there.  I lay back down and closed my eyes, inappropriately unperturbed.

Like a slowly developing Polaroid picture, the details appeared in my mind’s eye.  The colours were increasingly vibrant yet the focus remained blurry.  I remembered studying for my fellowship exams that morning before deciding to take my horse for a ride in the State forest to clear my head.  The rest was a blank; my head had been cleared too well. 

It was time to play CSI.  The skid marks and saddle imprint in the mud clearly showed where Rondo had shied and fallen, and my face had left a lovely impression at its point of impact.  Thankfully, Rondo appeared on cue when called – mud-splattered and jittery but unharmed.  It took us several hours to find our way out through the maze of interconnected forest trails, what with my disorientation and his being one of those rare horses with no inclination to make a beeline for home.  Unlike many males I’ve known, he was excellent at taking direction but hopeless at finding it.  

I remember only one thing clearly about that long ride home: laughter.  My laughter – laughter which bubbled up from deep inside, slipping between my maloccluded teeth and spilling out of my bruised mouth.  In my concussive haze my situation somehow seemed side-splittingly humorous.  The funny side was the only side I could see.

I laughed more in that next month than I’d done in the preceding three years.  Although my personal predicament lost its comedic edge fairly quickly (temporal lobe contusions and six facial fractures requiring two maxillofacial surgeries and a six-week liquid diet do tend to be dampeners), the world around me tickled my funny bone in completely new and outrageous ways.  I laughed at the news.  I laughed when I got stuck in traffic.  I laughed over spilt milk.  And most surprising of all, I laughed at corny American sitcoms.  You know the ones: weak, predictable story lines, groan-worthy one-liners and canned audience laughter.  I found them not only funny, but hilarious.  I’d laugh so hard that I’d double up on the floor in stitches with tears streaming down my cheeks.  I kid you not.

Despite my looming exams, my neurologist prescribed “brain rest” and instructed me not to study.  Nothing I read seemed to be retained anyway, so I put my books aside and indulged in my new-found penchant for mindless entertainment.  I laughed the days away without a care in the world.

Three weeks after my accident and against medical advice, I sat my exam and miraculously passed.  Somewhat unfortunately, my ability to laugh outrageously at the banal also passed, and my sense of humour crept back to the dry and satirical side of the fence.  The news of the world was again depressing, traffic congestion got my goat and split milk, although not inducing tears, no longer triggered a giggle. 

I’m not sure if my laughter was the illness or the medicine, but it was definitely an integral part of the healing process.  Having a traumatic brain injury was for me a far from unpleasant experience.  In fact, it seemed to suggest that life is not only more painless for the brainless, but it is also much funnier.

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