Suffice to say I would fail miserably. I can’t even pass a small piece of bubble wrap without picking it up immediately and starting to pop the bubbles. I have to go in another room because it drives my husband crazy. If I were a really awful person, I would now know what I could do when my husband makes me angry…. :0)
My dad taught me to laugh. He developed his strong sense of humor when he was a child. He fell off a horse when he was 3 years old, breaking his arm in three places. Back then, the doctors knew much less about how to set bones, particularly in young, growing toddlers. His left arm was much shorter than his right and the fingers of his hand curled in, making the hand essentially useless for normal tasks. He discovered that he could make other kids laugh, defusing their desire to bully him.
He loved all kinds of humor – jokes, stories, pranks, slapstick, puns – you name it. He developed it into an art form, starting as defense, but growing into a wonderful ability to see the humor in most situations rather than allow negativity room to grow. He laughed a lot and drove my brother and me crazy, always asking us, ‘What’s funny about that?’ when there was a joke mentioned.
For a time, my own sense of humor was a bit TOO well-developed. I had trouble accepting a compliment when one came my way. When my DAD said, “Nice dress,” HE was being sarcastic, meaning the skirt was too short. When someone ELSE said it, I tended to react the same way, immediately assuming something was wrong with what I was wearing.
When my dad’s health failed and he was taken to the hospital, he wrote on a napkin there, “Remember me laughing.”
And I do. He would tell elaborate stories, holding everyone around him in thrall, listening to his every word as he built toward the punch line. And HE would laugh, too – helplessly – to the point that, beyond whatever the joke or story was – we laughed watching HIM laugh, full of love for him.
Being able to stand back and see the humor in something really aggravating is one of my survival skills. It makes me able to SEE the aggravation for what it is, and how unimportant it is in the whole of life. It has saved my sweet husband’s bacon the whole time I’ve known and loved him (though I mention that I’m thinking of contracting a man with a backhoe to dig a hole in our back acreage that I can throw my husband in from time to time.) :0) One of the most wonderful things about our life together is how many times we laugh together over something.
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I’ve told you that I spent 8 years doing medical transcription for a group of 8 really busy general surgeons. I was a ‘necessary evil” (exact quote) that they basically took for granted until I heard them say, “All you have to do is type what we say,” too often. The rotation of doctors in our office took two days. I spent two days doing my regular job, but also typing ‘what they actually said’ and printing it off. At the end of each day I printed off what they had actually said and left a copy on each doc’s desk.
At the end of the two days, the docs’ were laughing, but also begging me NOT to type what they SAID, but what they MEANT to say. At the end of my work there, I said my goodbyes and gave each doc a copy orf what I had kept over the years. Their copy showed who said what. I could hear the laughter all the way down both halls. It was a nice ending to a nice job.
Here are some more of the ‘bloopers’ than made me laugh out loud –
“Both breasts are inverted.”
“This lady goes out in the sun a lot, including her back and chest.”
“This gentleman recently was remarried and has no significant complaints to his rectum”
“She has returned to work and is eating eight hour days.”
“This lady had a left breast biopsy when she was a freshman in high school, about four years ago. She has been pregnant since then, but not carried to term.”
“The patient seemingly suffers from chronic abdominal discomfort associated with eating particularly bowel movements.”
“She recently got a new pair of glasses, and the bridge of her nose rest on this.”
“She will go to the Radiology Suite under ultrasound guidance.”
“She states she has had a mammogram of her esophagus done at the Little Rock V.A.”
For about eight years I did medical transcription and bookkeeping for a group of 8 very busy general surgeons. When I got the job, I had no experience and had to learn as fast as possible. It was a pretty stressful, demanding job, but I loved the people I worked with and was glad to do my share on making sure we took good care of patients.
I had to ‘teach’ my doctors to realize that my job took a bit of skill. At one point, they were flirting with the idea that they would use special equipment where they could simply dictate their notes and the equipment would provide a copy for the patients’ charts.
They told me that ‘all I had to do was type what they said.‘ So I did that for two full days so that I could do transcription for all of them. I provided two copies – one for THEM to review and a second that went into the chart. At the end of the two days, they were begging me to NOT type what they said, realizing that they made mistakes when they were tired and distracted and needed someone with a head to ‘translate’ their words, rather than simply type them. A couple of them actually tried one of the new gadgets – quickly giving it up as the gadget typed gibberish, not understanding much of what they said. :0)
Sometimes what the docs said made me laugh out loud. I began to keep a document just for me to enjoy, recording their ‘bloopers.’ When I left after 8 years, I gave each of them the printed out document. I could hear them laughing all the way down the hall. Here is a sample:
“It was recommended that she get manual anagrams…”
“It hurts every time she has a bowel movement in her lower abdomen.”
“Enclosed is a copy of the path report showing the lesion on Mr. ___’s buttock that I removed on 10/23/95 in the office was benign.”
“On digital examination, there is no perianal region.”
“She can place her head on her sternum without pain.”
“These are office fixations — fictations — from…”
“Following that, we can to annual, every other year mammograms.”
“She is certainly not just a typical internal hemorrhoid.”
“Send him a copy of ‘this blue thing’ that’s the first two pages under the diagnostic testing ‘stuff’ that has the most recent report.”
I’m having trouble eating the right things lately. What I HOPE is the last gasp of winter has encouraged comfort food. I’m getting so ‘comforted,’ I’m almost comatose.
I titled this post, ‘Sad,’ because I saw a thing on aging –
and it made me HUNGRY…..
Old, hungry, and ticked off by pet peeves can be a lethal combination….. :0)