Not Funny But Funny

I am a firm believer that things are funny even when they shouldn’t be and that’s okay.  Just because  you find something funny, especially after the fact, doesn’t mean that you’re downplaying it or even being disrespectful, it just means you can dig the humor out of even the worst situations.   If I can see the humor in something, it helps me deal with the aftermath anxiety I get following a stressful situation.  I’m not sure if anyone else is like this but it seems I can get through almost anything as it’s happening and then 5 minutes, 1  hour or even 10 hours after the fact I have an anxiety attack that rivals Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory.

I live with a Type 1 Diabetic.  Diabetes is not funny and is a very serious disease.  However, some of the things that happen because of this disease, can be funny, especially as we’re telling the story after it happens.  I say “we”, because his rendition of the stories are also funny….they’re just about me instead of about him.  I’m going to share a couple stories that happened recently.

Over New Years, he was in the hospital with several things wrong due to having Strep and getting dehydrated.  This 5 day stay in the hospital has made me a bit nervous about his health now so I have become the hoverer, the questioner and the bugger.  Just last night as I was “checking” his skin temperature he groaned “I’m fine” because he knows I’m worrying.

A couple of weeks ago he became odd (hard to find words sometimes to describe what these situations are like), a little cold and clammy, a little distant and very very quiet.  He said he was just exhausted and wanted to go to bed.  Well, as soon as he hit the bed he became  unresponsive, breathing, but unresponsive.  I panicked a bit, had no idea where the tester was and flashbacks of ICU danced in my head.  I didn’t hesitate long, I called 911.  The ambulance came and the paramedics came.  They put in an IV and juiced him up on some sugar and he came around.  No, it wasn’t that easy, he was combative, his skin is tough so they tried 4 spots for an IV and it takes awhile for it all to take affect but nonetheless, he came around.

Once he was sitting up and answering questions like a trooper I looked at him and said “Well, I can now say I’ve had 6 men in my bedroom”.  Without hesitation he replied “It’s too bad all the attention was on me”.   The paramedics looked horrified and then one finally said “I think he’s fine”.

Again, let me stress before I get hate mail.  Diabetes is not funny.  It is a horrible disease, like lots of other diseases and I hope a cure surfaces sooner than later.  My coping mechanism is humor.  As I’m crying about something tragic I can help myself deal with it by finding something humorous either in the situation or something around me.






Another’s Gym Story

I love it when people share funny stories with me, especially about themselves.  As you well know by now, I think it’s so healthy to be able to laugh at yourself.  I received the following story via email today:

If you need to know anything about me, it’s that I’m long winded…. (which is obvious from the below BOOK) maybe if you play your cards right this situation can happen to you too! In retrospect, it was quite thrilling, my average hump day morning doesn’t generally start out with quite a bang!

 So I got up at the a$$crack of dawn, went to the gym, got there surprisingly early and was able to actually drop my bag off in the locker room as opposed to dragging it to the spinning room. First. Time. Ever. so proud. (this should’ve been my first indication to turn around and go back home)

 As I approached the locker room I noticed a sign hanging near the door but didn’t thoroughly read it. I got a locker, shoved my stuff in and headed to class. After class I headed back to the locker room half dead, I once again didn’t thoroughly read the lengthy sign hanging on the door, but this time did notice that it said ‘closed’ and ‘Friday’ was highlighted, I thought to myself ‘whatever, it’s Wednesday’. Coincidentally, I additionally noticed the locker room door was propped open, that seemed a bit weird but I still didn’t pay too much attention.

I got to my locker, felt lucky that I was the only one in the usually busy locker room, and as a result was pretty stoked that I should easily get the best shower in the joint! (bonus!) I undressed, wrapped myself in the tiny excuse of a towel (slightly bigger than a hand towel), did a little putzing in my bag looking for my shampoo…when suddenly I hear this SUPER loud noise, like something being dragged across the floor…then in the mirrors I noticed that the something being dragged across the floor was actually a giant workbench being pushed by 4 MALE workers!!! DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually, more like HALF NAKED DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had nowhere to go because I was stuck in a U-shaped bank of lockers, a complete dead end! As I’m having a heart attack trying to calmly plan an escape route in my head, they finish pushing the damn workbench. Conveniently they stopped right in front of my row of lockers, they still hadn’t noticed me since I was basically stuffed half way in my locker, stealthily watching the fully clothed men in the mirrors. At this point I’m in a complete panic wondering how the F I’m going to get out of this pickle. I threw in my chips and finally peeked my head around the locker door and politely said “I’m going to get dressed and get out of your way” they all were VERY surprised to say the least and quickly (but not quick enough) moved to the back of the locker room away from my locker. I abruptly grab all my crap and bolt for one of the changing stalls down the way from my locker only to be met by yet another flippin fully clothed man, he stopped to let me cross his path, such a gentleman, and  I muttered the same line to him as he snickered on by.

 Yep, that’s how I started my day. Needless to say I threw my clothes back on and went to the other locker room, which was full of much smarter women who obviously read signs and don’t undress in locker rooms that have doors open. Ahhhh.

 The only consolation is that because I merrily took my time putzing in my bag searching for shampoo, I didn’t actually make it into the shower before the clothed men arrived. That would’ve been a bit more horrifying, if that’s even possible.

I completely appreciate stories like that as I know I am not alone.  The other funny part is she mentioned to me the name of the company these fully clothed men were working for and I know guys who work there!!  I can’t wait to hear their side of the story.



I read a post this morning that was one of those ‘I’m not alone in this world’ realizations.  Makes me feel so much better that others have those ‘moments’ that we’ve all experienced, yes boys, even you have those moments, I’ve seen them first hand.

My advice to all………find the humor in them when they’re all said and done.  Makes for a great story.

Summer Movies

I read a great post today. My favorite listed is The Sandlot.  I find it hilarious.  I use several one-liners from this movie… sense recreating the wheel, right?  Here are a few of my favorite lines:

You’re killin’ me Smalls!
You play ball like a GIRL!
He had kissed a woman and he had kissed her long and good.

It’s a must-watch along with the others on the list.  Please do yourself a favor and have a movie night.