Humour-a rather delicate topic
Just to let everyone know where I am coming from here.
I work in health care. My job is to oversee the training and deployment of PSW's and others who are taking care of people who are currently living in their own homes and seeing that their care is done well. A few years ago I had suffered from a cardiac arrest stemming from a heart attack. I became depressed by the issue of not having a lot of energy as my heart seemed to go into paradiddle mode and make for a rather difficult time for me...it was not until December of 2010 that I got an ICD placed in me.
A few years before that I had to undergo a bone marrow transplant because of Leukemia...then a few 'incidents' of tumours in my back. I had to undergo radiation/chemo treatments for that...and all through that time I still managed to laugh at what I had going on.
One incident that stood out, for me, was the time I was doing an internship for my PSW course at a local hospital near here. One night-3am-cafeteria-a bunch of us were around one of the big round tables when a doctor, who was doing emerg at the time came in with a quizzical look on his face...I asked him why he had that look...he told us he was sleeping in the morgue when this occured...
He got up and did see a security guard turn white as a sheet and SSHHOOOOM!! -run out of the morgue..apparently he never went back to his station....
Having a sense of humour is something that needs to be cherished-there are a lot of people who could use some of that...
The space you have will always be exceeded in direct proportion to the amount of stuff you have...Thornton's Postulate.
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