The Lighter Side

I've heard it said that when facing trials, instead of focusing on the obvious, try looking for the good in whatever it is. Well, alrighty then. Here goes...


Yesterday was not such a good day... just ask my mother-in-law. (Thank you, by the way, mother-in-law, for loving me like you do!)


It all began with a phone call I received from my Cardiologist's office. Patty, the nurse over the ICD/Pacemaker patients, had noticed on my 'download' that was automatically sent in over the phone (it's something almost like Wi-Fi, but it's not... it's complicated) there was something there that wasn't right. "We need you to come in and see the ICD 'Specialists' when they're here on Thursday. You need some kind of adjustment and they're the only ones who can figure out what's wrong." Those are the words she said. Here's what I heard: "You're dying and I can't tell you why, so let's just hope you make it 'til Thursday so that you don't die."


Let's hope. (*Said in my Kourtney Kardashian monotone-expressionless-face-voice!)


While on the subject, it's amazingly interesting, the various conversations overheard (and no, I'm not eavesdropping! Keep in mind most of these patients with weak hearts are also hard-of-hearing. Enough said.) while sitting in the waiting room of the Cardiologist's office. For example, the following is a real conversation between two ladies that could be overheard by the whole room:


Patient One: My husband and I used to go catfishing all the time and then he died. But before he died, this one time we went fishing off a bridge and we caught a 47 pound flathead! That thing was so heavy, it took both of us to pull it up out of the water and even then it fought so hard, I had to get out my gun and shoot it in the head!


Patient Two: Really? What do you do with those things?


Patient One: What things?


Patient Two: The flat-thingies.


Patient One: Well, you eat 'em!!


Patient Two: Really?! (She actually seemed a bit repulsed by the thought!)


Patient One: Oh, yeah... them's the best eatin'!!


Shortly after, and thankfully, I was called to the back to see Doctor. Honestly, it was all I could do not to just bust out laughing, uncontrollably and here's the kicker... I can relate to exactly what Patient One is talking about as my husband is an avid catfisherman. I've heard the stories. I've seen the size of some of these 'flat-thingies' and I've even heard them wail after their tails have been cut off in order to let them bleed out. One thing I have not seen, though, is anyone shooting one of these fish in the head! I guess you do what you gotta do.







Why am I reminded of banjos all of a sudden? Who am I kidding... those 'flathead thingies' really are good eatin'!


Oh, to be of the age where you can say whatever you want and don't give a care! Let's hope I make it past Thursday so that I can find out...


Go out and share a smile today. Some stranger might just need what only you have to give!





xoxoxo