Still Laughing in the Hospital…

So, yesterday I began my fun journey at the hospital with my sister —>> Is it ok to laugh at people in the emergency room?

When we last left, she was moved into her semi private room. Semi meaning not private at all. I suppose that little curtain is supposed to give the illusion that you are in a private space but the reality is, you can hear your roommate moan, talk, watch TV or talk to the hospital staff. But hey, this isn’t a hotel, so we all must stop whining about this.   😀

Now, I know you are wondering if she had a good roommate or not. Good being loosely defined. After all, a “good” roommate could be someone who never speaks and you forget they are there, or they are “good” because they provide you hours of entertainment during your stay. My sister’s roommate was one that didn’t stay  long, but did provide plenty to laugh at. Sort off. Because in the end, I think if we think about it too much, it was sad really. 

At first I was sad when I saw her roommate. An elderly woman who had lost her leg at some point and was using one of those pole artificial legs. While quiet at night, the next morning we saw a whole other side. Our new roommate was a talker. To anyone that would listen. She often held the nurses “hostage”. Turns out she was addicted to pain killers and had been through withdrawal several times. She was about to be sent home from the hospital and there was a round robin of folks coming in to speak to her.

The funny thing is, they never got to leave. Nurses, Doctors, Social Workers, the Chaplin, her husband, you name it. I could see them standing there while she explained that she didn’t feel she had a problem and on and on about her life. For 4 hours I don’t think any of them said a word. Well, unless Hmm, uh huh, and I understand count.

Once she finally left, the silence was deafening. The relief on the ears was amazing. One of the nurses came in and tried her hardest not to say how she felt “safe” to enter without  fear of being trapped. So we just said it for her.  LOL

As for my sister, they ran on her some tests and then the waiting game began. They lead you to believe you will be going home as soon as the doctor reviews the results. However, then the woman comes in to take your order for your breakfast, lunch and dinner the next day. No matter how much you protest and say you will not be there, you MUST commit to a turkey sandwich and soup. Oh, and don’t forget the jello option. Jello just tastes better in a hospital. 

The hours begin to tick away and the afternoon grows older. You begin to wonder if they plan on keeping you captive for another night and for some reason no one seems to have a clue as to what is going on. So you all just hang out and wonder. Butts become sore from the wonderful seating arrangements. My sister dozing on and off from the pain meds.

This alone was funny. She would fall asleep in that hospital kind of way (where the mandatory mouth open, drool falling kind of way). Then every 20 minutes she would jerk up and yell at my nephew and I to go for a walk and stretch our legs. To which we both would say we would and off she would go again to snooze. Then I’d go back to my ipad and he to his itouch.

Soon I realized that we would never leave if we didn’t ask. What I always find amazing when this happens is it always seems to go the same way….

Me to Nurse:  Do you know if the doctor has signed off on the test and she can leave?

Nurse to me: The Doctor’s are very busy and he probable hasn’t had a chance to review it.

Me to Nurse: Do you think by chance you can see when the doctor might be taking a look?

Nurse to Me: It probably will not be for a few more hours, like I said they are kind of busy.

Me to Nurse: I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t mind asking.

Nurse leaves, semi-ticked off I bothered to question what she asked me.


Nurse returns in 10 minutes later and begrudgingly… Nurse to My Sister: Looks like you get to go home now.

Me to myself: Glad I freaking asked or she would have been eating that Turkey Sandwich the next day as the doctor would have gone home for the night since no one followed up for him. 

Five more minutes pass and the doctor comes into the room to tell my sister she has a “Happy Heart”. Isn’t that nice. I loved this guy. He was awesome. Plus I got to tell the rest of my family that she had a “Happy Heart”. The rest of her wasn’t happy. The rest of her hurt or didn’t work. But dang it, her Heart Was Happy!  😀

For the record, I LOVED all the nurses we had. There was only one that seemed to have an attitude any time she came in the room for anything. And you guessed it, this is the one from the above conversation.  Funny thing is, she wasn’t even my sister’s nurse. Yep, she didn’t even rank enough for the board in the room of who is who. I wonder if it was to protect everyone involved.   LOL

I’m glad to say we blew that Popsicle stand in less than an hour. And my sister has been doing great with her Happy Heart. If she was a penguin she could have Happy Feet and a Happy Heart.   😀

But the real fun was the two nights I spent at her house with her dog and the thunderstorms. In our final piece of the saga, I’ll share that fun.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, and my internet is back on!! Yipee!  It is still slow as molasses as we have terrible service in the middle of no where, but it my terrible service and it is working.   😀

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Is it OK to Laugh at People in the Emergency Room?




Sorry I have been quiet the past few days. In addition to my home internet being down I spent a few days at my sister’s. On Tuesday she was having some chest pain and ended up in the hospital for a couple of days.

However, since my blog is about finding laughter in our lives, I’ll not bore you with the details of that fun adventure. Yes she is fine and now at home driving my nephew who turns 16 today crazy just like she was prior to her hotel, I mean hospital stay. Although it would have made a great family story if she would have waited until today for the pain, then he could have had years of therapy on how his mom caused him to sit in a hospital for his 16th birthday. (Although we did tease her about that while there the other day – we can dream).

Now hospitals are a great people watching venue, especially the ER where you get to see all kinds of people. As much as I’d like to pick on the ER waiting room, sadly I cannot. By the time I had made the hour drive there, she was already in a room in the back. However, I will say, I did go to the waiting room and while I relayed her condition to some other folks, there were two random people just sitting there. This one lady almost fell out of her seat leaning in to hear our conversation. She wasn’t hiding her interest either as she looked at me dead on the whole time. If I didn’t know any better I’d of though she was a long-lost relative who finally decided to come out of the woodwork on this exciting day.

In the back, my sister had her own room (if you can call that small area a room). But it was all hers so it was comfy. No moaning roommate (yet). From where I was sitting I could see out to the nurse’s station and all the patients coming in and out. We all hate the wonderful gowns and watching people shuffle back and forth in them can be hilarious. From those that do their best to not show you anything to those that let it all hang out. And I do mean all hang out. My sister even cracked me up. She had on her shorts still so when it came time to shuffle to the restroom all that was exposed was maybe a 6in x 6in square on her back. This was enough to almost create panic in her mind. No one was supposed to see that spot!  LOL.

As I walked past the other rooms you could tell most of the other family members are having as much fun as I was. Once the “emergency” part is over, most of your time there is about waiting. Waiting to find out what is going on, waiting on more tests, and waiting to see if you will be held hostage for the night.

So many people are antsy in those little rooms. Let’s face it, unless you are the one in the bed who can take an “accepted” naptime, the rest of us fools must entertain ourselves. Moving back and forth, watching TV on the 6in screen where the sound is across the room watching shows you would never watch in the “real” world, perusing the hallways and peaking in other people’s rooms. If only they would let you pull back some of those curtains…

I wonder how long you have to be in your room before you stop caring what people see. You know the ones I’m talking about, the people who lie on their side with their butts hanging out for all to see?

Then you have the ones lying on their backs, sitting up, eyes closed and mouths wide open as they doze off. Drool dripping down the side of their mouth.

Some of the patients have their family by their side reading in the chair oblivious to grandpa almost falling out of the bed. (Must be reading that 50 Shades of Gray book).

My favorite is how the alarms on the machines are going off sending people into panic while the staff outside just goes about their business. Family members freaking out wondering if this means the person is going to die and why no one is rushing in with some paddles or something!  Yet, they casually pass by as if they hear nothing. Then, when the family feels the end must be near, they rush out and grab the first person in colored scrubs they see only to find they grabbed the food tech person who is clueless.

Finally someone roams into the room, pushes a button and walks out. Leaving everyone there dumbstruck that they didn’t even look at the patient to see if they were blue or something.

As I think of this, does anyone know what the white number is on the machine? The others make sense. I even tried Googling it. Yep, I was that bored. Turns out the answer isn’t as easy to find as you think. But a lot of people sure do ask though…cracked me up. (Now before you go googling it as well, it has to do with your resting breathing or something like that.)

Eventually they come to tell us, that they want to keep her overnight and run some more tests in the morning just to be sure all is ok. They tell us they have a room for her and they will be back shortly.

In case you didn’t know, “be back shortly” in hospital speak means two hours.

Eventually she is moved from her quiet little room to a slightly bigger room for two.

Yep, she has graduated to roommate status. Lucky her. And you knew the odds weren’t in her favor to have a roommate that would just sleep most of the time. What fun would that be?

Well this post is getting too long, so I will be doing a 3 part series I think. After all, we have one more day of fun and you definitely have to hear about my adventure with sleeping and her dog….

So, tomorrow we will continue this fun….

(Oh, and for those wanting to know, the internet at my house is still down. They say the problem is in their lines somewhere. Now they have to call out some other guy, to help the guy to find the problem – lucky me)


~~~till we laugh again~~~


Pet Therapy

Every once in a while I get some cool stuff emailed to me by my fellow blog readers for things they think you folks will like. Today’s post is from Devina over at Hot Chocolate & Books. I think you will find one or two that will make you smile…  Here is some Pet Therapy…


Pet Therapy Starts now…




Fluff n Fluffy

Outta shape

Soft, warm and snuggly


Quiet Time

Cuddles n Cuddy


oooooh… daz big!

How tiny!!!





They were all so cute.

I hope you found one to give you a smile or chuckle for your day!


~~~till we laugh again~~~

My Baby is Sick and Need Surgery…

My baby is sick and she’s not getting any better.  I feel so bad and frustrated that I can not kiss her and make things like they use to be.

I haven’t been able to play with her for a few days now. I’ve tried everything, but she just isn’t responding like normal.

I found out it is actually worse than I originally thought. Looks like traditional remedies will not work. I had to bring in a specialist today.

Turns out the specialist feels surgery is the only solution. Removing the infected organ is our only chance of survival.

I asked, “After the surgery, will she be as good as new?

He assures me she will.

We’ve scheduled it for tomorrow evening. Keep your fingers crossed. I’m sure everyone’s prayers and thoughts will help.

He promised the new hard drive should fix my computer from crashing and losing everything….

Whew, I was really worried that I was going to have to purchase a new laptop.


~~~till we laugh again~~~


Happy Monday!!! Please Don’t Slap Me

Happy Monday Everyone!  No? Not excited it’s Monday? Oh sure, be like everyone else…  😀

I think it is safe to say that Monday’s are the most hated day of the week. Why does it take so much abuse? Easy. It is a reminder that we must now accomplish something. We must now go back to work, or do those errands that we pushed off till Monday or maybe start that diet we kept saying we would on Monday. Everything we don’t want seems to kick off with a Monday.

Poor Monday, it never had a chance.

So I thought for today’s Monday, I’d go out and find some interesting things about Monday that you can wow your friends with.

  • More people have heart attacks on a Monday (People will do anything not to go to work)
  • Unfortunately it is also the #1 day for people to commit suicide (I don’t hate it that much)
  • Most people are late to work on Mondays (No matter how slow you drive, it will still be Monday when you get there)
  • You will be lucky to get 4 hours of productivity out of a person (They are too busy moaning and groaning that it’s Monday)
  • Monday is the least rainy day (I guess even Mother Nature hates to work on Mondays)

Ok, I’ll stop picking on Monday. I actually don’t get hung up on Monday. To me it is just another day since I work everyday, therefore I’m not depressed over going back to work.

However, I do have the little issue of saying I’ll start everything on a Monday. Problem is, I’m half way through the Monday before I realize it’s Monday and I was suppose to start something. Then I have to push it off until the following Monday since I don’t want to give the other 6 days a bad rap.

Well, I suppose I should go accomplish something since according to one of the facts, I can only waste half my day on griping about a Monday. I have to be productive sometime and I’ve already got plans to waste other hours of the day.

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Why I Laugh During Rough Moments

The Bob Newhart ShowI read this quote today by Bob Newhart (for you younger readers, a big time TV comedian awhile back)

Laughter gives us distance.  It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on.  ~Bob Newhart

Many folks ask me how I can laugh and find humor in situations that most people would crawl into bed over. It’s simple actually. I refuse to give in to emotions that only hurt me and are counterproductive to dealing with the situation at hand. Don’t get me wrong, I do get bummed over stuff, but that is as far as I allow myself to go.

Usually it starts with a giggle on something I see or think. Then I start shaking my head that I’m even laughing. Pretty soon I’m just smiling and laughing, thinking about various ways it could have been worse, or how funny it looks, or maybe even how funny I must look. But whatever the nugget I latch onto, it pulls me out of whatever funk I find myself falling into.

One should NEVER make decisions when in a negative emotional state. Your thoughts are filled with negativity and rarely are pushing you to the right thing. Think about it, when you are in a negative mood, you don’t care. So if you have to make a decision, you will not care about your choices. Does the worl WHATEVER mean anything to you?    🙂

Once you begin laughing, your head clears, your heart opens and your mind can now address the situation.

So next time you are facing a bad situation, open up to the thought of a chuckle, then a laugh, then a smile. You will physically feel better and realize that while the problem didn’t go away, your negative mindset did. Now you can deal with it.

Don’t believe me? Try it. What do you have to lose?

Oh, and if people look at you like you are crazy? (yea, because this might happen) Just tell them laughing is better than crying any day of the week.

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Don’t Laugh at the Girl on the Orange Bike – Part II

The Orange Torture Machine

Earlier this month I shared that I was hitting the sidewalks with my Orange bike (Don’t Laugh at the Girl on the Orange Bike). Well, it’s been nine days and I’m still alive and better yet, I’m still pedaling.

Ok, to be honest, I’m pedaling every other day. But hey, it has still been 6 times more than I have the last 9 years. So that is a win.

I have even adventured further than 100 yards from my starting location. Amazing, I know. Yep, I have now managed to not pass out for about 3 miles. I haven’t really measured it with a tape measure, but I’m pretty sure I’m close. And yes, I can even do the whole thing with out stopping now. Unless you count when my water bottle dropped out my pocket and I had to pick it up. (And no, I didn’t do it on purpose just to breathe).

And in case you are wondering, the seat still freaking hurts. Does the butt ever get use to this torture device? I may keep pedaling but I also keep shifting. Or maybe those body parts just become numb over time. Who knows.

So the ride starts off easy enough. I have a path I take in the housing development behind my store. I zig zag through the streets taking in all the foreclosure signs and wonder if anyone will move in before Labor Day (not really, but I do look at the signs). Then I weave past the park and see the birdies eating all the Cheerios that the kids in strollers through out while mom was walking them in their strollers (awe, those were the days – when we all had personal chauffeurs) .

As I pass the park, I’m excited to realize I’m half way there and it’s all down hill. Not really down hill cause it actually is pretty straight then up a small hill. As I approach this one section I see some folks standing outside a garage and pointing at me. Is it me or the Orange Machine? How dare they make fun of me! Then I realize they are just waiving to the lady behind me. Darn neighborly love.

Any how, I turn the bend out of the subdivision and realize the while the stretch back isn’t far it has two big problems. A) I’m truly at the farthest point from my final destination (straight shot back) and this is not the place to pass out.  And B) I now have to go up hill.  Shoot me know….

So like we do when we pedal up hills, we think by pushing on our upper leg with our hand it will help the pedals turn. (AHH HAA Moment – that’s where that bruise came from).  I dodge the cars pulling into the gas station, avoid the mom’s dropping their kids off at day care (I picture them telling their kids as they point at me that this is why they must not drink so much soda).  Then through the McDonald’s parking lot (DON”T LOOK TAMMY) and over a few speed bumps (why I don’t go around them? I like the roller coaster ride effect I guess). Finally pulling up to the back door of my desitination.

I stand there huffing and puffing a few minutes on my jelly legs trying not to look like that person on Biggest Loser who always falls down on the treadmill.

And believe it our not… I feel great because I survived another trip!  Maybe fresh air brain washes us. Not sure.

I’ll update you again in a few weeks. If I stop writing one day, check the newspaper or news for a girl passed out on the grass laying next to an Orange bike – It might be me.

~~~~till we laugh again~~~

Don’t Laugh at the Girl on the Orange Bike

Ok, so besides trying to make you laugh each day in 2012, I have another resolution. Or as I like to think of it…..Pain in the ass promise to myself….

My goal is to be more active in 2012. I could give a thousand reasons why, but let’s just say I need some fresh air in my life since I’m always indoors.

So, I decided that I would buy a bike and before I started work I’d try and ride around. Get some exercise in, breathe fresh air and take in the sites.

So here is where the funny comes in…

     A) My butt on a bright Orange bike – that alone is funny as hell if you saw it

     B) Breathing fresh air takes on a whole new meaning when you are sucking it in to survive

     C) Until I do this more, the sites consist of the 1/2 mile around my store

D) I haven’t ridden a bike in 7 years and yes, the seats are still as uncomfortable as they were then. What the heck, we can make a phone with processor of a sophisticated computer yet can’t make a bike seat that doesn’t hurt your behind..

But in the end, I’m sure I’ll get some good stories to tell. A few laughs for you and those I pedal by.

So if you happen to be in my town and see what looks like a huffing and puffing mass riding an Orange cruiser, try and not crash into the divider while you laugh your ass off. It’s just me trying to be a little healthier.

~~~~~Till we laugh again~~~~

Uhhhh, shouldn’t we all???

Why Only Employees?

For some reason this sign hit me as funny today. I’m not sure why today of all days. Especially since I look at it multiple times a day at my store and most public places have it posted as well. Employees Must Wash Hands.  Why just employees?

Shouldn’t it really say – Hey you! Yes you who just wiped your butt – You MUST wash your hands.

We all have seen it. Person comes out the stall and walks right out the bathroom not even looking at the sink. They didn’t even have to think about it for even a split second. They did their business then off they went.

And guys? You are even worse, shake it off and run out. Just cuz you bounce a little doesn’t mean you are exempt.

Listen, I know it is an inconvenience to spend that extra 30 – 45 seconds washing your hands. Heck, if you don’t use soap you might even get it down to 15 seconds. But at least a little water will flush off (pun intended) some of the left over you have going on.

If you don’t want to wash your hands at home, I’m not going to give you grief. Afterall, it is your home, your castle, your hoarders house.

But when you are at a public place that serves food and I might just touch were you go next….help a girl out. I collect enough germs on my own, I don’t need your assistance collecting more.

I think I figured it out. It’s a conspiracy by the pharmaceutical companies. They know that if we wash our hands more, then less people will be sick and the less cold medicine we we will all take. Or worse, stock shares will plummet due to a decrease in sales of hand sanitizer. (speaking of which, I have some here, let me put some on)…..

Ok, I’m back. Dang that stuff stings when your hands are dry. I must be washing my hands too much lately. ….

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