Making people laugh IS a good thing. Thank you. My husband is visiting his mom at the hospital today and phoned me a little while ago, sounding depressed. Said Mom was crying, so I asked him to put her on the phone. Here's the gist of the conversation: How are you today, Mom? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, not so good (in a weak voice). Are you sitting up in your chair or lying in bed? I'm in bed. Do you have a man in there with you? Yes. Really? Who? Michael (my husband's youngest brother). Really? You know there's a law about those things! You shouldn't have your son in bed with you! He's standing by the window. (My HUSBAND was standing by the window; Michael wasn't there.) Oh. Do you WANT me to see about getting a man in your bed for you? NOOOOO! (Laughs.) Are you sure? I can look into it for you! No! (More laughter.) And the conversation went on, discussing Mom's numerous "boyfriends" through the years (the men who brought her prescriptions to her apartment; the men who helped her at bingo; the men she used to work with decades ago, etc.). My husband got back on the phone and thanked me. I said to call back whenever he felt she needed a laugh, and I'd do my best. (Mom has gallstones, can't have surgery because of her weak heart, and has been having "episodes" where she doesn't know who is in the room, nor does she appear to hear what anyone says, so they're still looking into that. All this on top of her Alzheimer's, bad knees, and bad back....)
Elaine, you brought tears to my eyes (the good kind) and a smile to my face. Thank you. The world needs more people (and more daughters-in-law) like you. Laughter is such good medicine.
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Making people laugh IS a good thing. Thank you.
My husband is visiting his mom at the hospital today and phoned me a little while ago, sounding depressed. Said Mom was crying, so I asked him to put her on the phone. Here's the gist of the conversation:
How are you today, Mom?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, not so good (in a weak voice).
Are you sitting up in your chair or lying in bed?
I'm in bed.
Do you have a man in there with you?
Yes.
Really? Who?
Michael (my husband's youngest brother).
Really? You know there's a law about those things! You shouldn't have your son in bed with you!
He's standing by the window. (My HUSBAND was standing by the window; Michael wasn't there.)
Oh. Do you WANT me to see about getting a man in your bed for you?
NOOOOO! (Laughs.)
Are you sure? I can look into it for you!
No! (More laughter.)
And the conversation went on, discussing Mom's numerous "boyfriends" through the years (the men who brought her prescriptions to her apartment; the men who helped her at bingo; the men she used to work with decades ago, etc.).
My husband got back on the phone and thanked me. I said to call back whenever he felt she needed a laugh, and I'd do my best.
(Mom has gallstones, can't have surgery because of her weak heart, and has been having "episodes" where she doesn't know who is in the room, nor does she appear to hear what anyone says, so they're still looking into that. All this on top of her Alzheimer's, bad knees, and bad back....)
Elaine, you brought tears to my eyes (the good kind) and a smile to my face. Thank you. The world needs more people (and more daughters-in-law) like you. Laughter is such good medicine.
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