Five Things I Discovered about Humor
While Being in the Hospital, Being in Pain, and Being
in Bed
ONE
Since I was in the hospital
on New Year’s Eve, I tried to joke with some of the staff related to that celebratory
night. When they changed my IV bags, I would ask them if that was the one with
the champagne. A few of the staff would chuckle but others would not. I
realized that some of the staff might consider laughing with a patient
unprofessional, especially if they were from other countries where this might
be the case. They were there to do their job and they took that seriously.
TWO
I realized that I too could
not laugh at times either. When the pain was intense it was all encompassing.
It totally took over to the exclusion of everything else. And even when the
pain wasn’t as intense and when I was in a drug-filled state, struggling to
deal with one small thing at time, any humorous comment from someone else threw
me off track and I had to start my thought processes all over again.
For example, when my wonderful and caring husband David, was
making light of something I said, it threw me into a crying yelling tirade. Not
because I didn’t appreciate his caregiving or his humor, but with my
lightheadedness from the drugs, and the pain from my disease, I could not
handle one more thing at that moment, even it might have lightened up the
situation.
THREE
If I looked for it, I saw
that there could be humor between the bouts of pain. When my stomach was
distended making me appear pregnant, I told people that I was going to name the
baby after the hospital: Davies Sutter. From then on, the hospital doctor, who
was fabulous and got my sense of humor, would joke with me on our daily
encounters about whether the baby was born yet.
Once the pain started to recede the humorous thinking
started to return. One of the signs that the medicine was taking effect and the
colon was healing is that the bowels, which were blocked for five days, start
to open up again. Everything comes rushing out, and I mean everything! In fact,
I think I saw things that I misplaced around the house months ago.
FOUR
People are going to
repeatedly ask you how you are feeling. If you want to tell them about all your
aches and pains, fine go right head. But I found it too draining. Instead, I
came up with a few catchphrases that I could use over and over again with
various people. My favorite was the more positive, “I’m better than yesterday
but not as good as tomorrow.”
FIVE
A few other non-humorous
things I learned from this experience.
First is that I am not infallible. I have been fortunate to
live a long and happy life. Mostly doing the work I want to do and hopefully
bringing joy to others. I would like to do that as long as I can but this experience,
along with a recent heart arrhythmia made me realize that I am not going to
live forever. Of course, I knew that intellectually but now I know it on a much
deeper level. (And, considering my recent medical condition, this was truly on a
“gut’ level.)
Second is that pain is good. We tend to push it away, to
avoid it. But without pain we would not know that something is wrong. It is a
cry for help that needs to be heeded.
Finally, the third is that humor is complicated. It is there
sometimes but not at others. It is there for some people but not for others. Some
people will get it, some won’t. But it is always there, no matter what.
© Allen Klein 2017
here's a new book, Allen, right?
ReplyDeleteMaybe. I never know.
DeleteI once listened to the Angeles Arrien CD set on Gratitude from Soundstrue. She was like in laundry list mode going through one culture after another with examples of their take, sayings, experience about gratitude.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember any of those, but the one thing that really stuck with me is a statement she made about being flawed, wrinkles appearing, illness, a disability, accident, limp. Bad hair day.
Do not remember the quote she made about this, but basically the value of our flaws is that they can be an opportunity to become humbled by them, to learn real humility. Humus = earth... being brought to earth.
After that, I did not "mind" my mouth of rotting teeth, which I cannot afford to get fixed even to yank them all out. I don't smile, I don't flash them, but neither do they stop me.
This is not "humor" but it might be a valuable piece to throw into the mix. Luckily clowns use their flaws, being poor tramp for instance, and their comedy comes from there. Dr. Seuss wrote great book about being old.
Hang in there..you ain't quite done yet! Get well soon!
Thanks for your comments. I appreciate them.
DeleteThank you for sharing this. Your wife speaks with such trasparancy.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your comment. Thank Phoenicia.
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