4 hours at the emergency room

Well, after 4 hours at the emergency room tonight, we came away  with glue and gauze to pull out cactus quills.  The absurdity of household products having to be bought by the hospital clerk and brought back to the hospital, when I have a whole craft drawer full of the stuff I bought on sale at Target -  would be funny, if the price of the emergency visit didn’t cancel out the humor.

We didn’t quite get to the point of giggling while pulling the darn things out of a little hand, but we were able to giggle between removal sessions.  My mom used to tell us “you’ll live till Tuesday” when we got hurt as kids.  I used to be terrified of hearing that on Mondays, so I refrained today from saying it today.

If I ever figure out exactly what she did I’m sure we’ll laugh about it someday…in the meantime she gets extra hugs, and a little bit of birthday frosting a day early. And we survived another day.

Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.
Bill Cosby