Life is fickle and comical
One day you are living your dreams then the next you are in the ER evaluating life choices.
One day you feel uncertain about life in an ICU and eat ice cream the next day without a care in the world.

It hadn’t occurred to me that to the outside world I was an exclamation point or a question mark. To many I was the poor unlucky guy at work, who suddenly felt dizzy, fell and hit the head, among many things, on a screw – now on a wheelchair, head wrapped in bandage, IV wires dangling and gawd-knows-what-else.