She was an alcoholic.
He was not amused.
That's what I meant by jokes as coping mechanism.
That's what I meant about having to earn the right to do that.
I tried for months to get that damned doctor to say just ONCE "it's not a tumor" in an arnold schwartzeneger voice. And he was just so .. flummoxed at how I could be so glib. How I could laugh all the time. he thought I was callous and shallow. And he thought I just didn't understand.
If I hadn't laughed, I would have started to cry and had I started to I never would have stopped. And really? thinking I had a brain tumor was probably the EASIEST travail I've ever had.
Simple stuff. Doctors and pain and maybe death. I felt like a normal person.
I appreciate all the horrible jokes thhat everyone felt the need to post in debate.
That's fine, actually, because I don't know if I had much of an angle anway.
That one from Kmarm was the best...
"How do you make a 6 year old cry twice?"
"Wipe your bloody dick on her teddy bear"