Humor Me

Hello and welcome back to another blog! Do you love to laugh? I for sure do! For as long as I can remember I’ve used laughter to get me through hard times. Growing up, my dad was very funny, he still is. He was always cracking jokes, and just being a jokester. His sense of humor rubbed off on me for sure. I was always begged to do my impersonations, and loved making people laugh. I still do! My humor can be quite dry, and sometimes inappropriate probably 😁

My sister and I have our own humor language, that no one else understands, but to us it’s hilarious. One of my best friends of all time and I had this humor language in high school where all we had to do was look at each other, and would  just crack up somehow knowing exactly what it was all about. My cousin and I share a quite odd sense of humor, but it works and has gotten us through some difficult times! Anyway, my point being that humor and laughter are great tools to use to get you through the hard times. 

I had so many surgeries and long recoveries growing up, as I’ve talked at length about in previous blogs. I learned that one way to cope with all the endless questions when I would be out and about was to make up funny stories. Giving the same old boring answers every time someone came up and said “what happened to you?” just wasn’t cutting it.

Middle school years 

One summer, during middle school, I had to have surgery on both legs and be in casts all summer long. My family took a trip to San Antonio that summer to visit family friends. Of course, the two casts on a young girl piqued  curiosity of people everywhere we went. We decided we would tell people that I had a skydiving accident. We rehearsed it and everything. I would say, “yeah, unfortunately it was a bad roll upon landing”. The look on people’s faces was priceless! 

I know, I know it’s not good to lie, but hey I was surviving at the time. Besides, it’s not always someone else’s business to know everything! I was just trying to balance the normal teenage woes, while managing a disability and all that brought with it. It was a tough internal struggle.

Countless times Jamie and I have been waiting for doctors, just cracking each other up to pass the time, or calm the nerves, and the doctor walks in to us hysterically laughing and quickly try to regain our composure. That’s always a fun one. 

Laughter is great medicine, and it takes humble courage to keep on smiling and laughing during the tough times. Its’s an instant stress reliever and just downright good for the soul. Keep smiling friends. Keep laughing. We are going to be ok. 💚

Me and my sis ❤️