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Mar 2, 2009

LOL

It was ridiculous and hysterical all at the same time. Twice today, I have re-told the story and both times began hysterically laughing all over again.

Little bit of tension around these parts as of late. Lots of stuff going on, going down. More sad news came down the pike last weekend. Sad and terrible. A friend's nephew was killed- 19 years old- unexpectedly, surprisingly. The investigation is ongoing. Truly tragic.

Last night we were over at Grandma's house preparing her home for her upcoming hip replacement surgery- lowering her bed, attaching a hand held shower nozzle, etc. As Käri and I were laying in bed, we were discussing the upcoming surgery, logistics- her father's funeral service, incoming relatives, waiting for Käri's biopsy results, and the results from a recent blood test that shows her thyroid levels way off the charts... And off to sleep we went.

At 12:37 I wake from a sound sleep- laughing, chortling- cracking my self up. I could not get-a-hold of my self. My dream was a series of events- much like any other dream- that make no sense at all. One minute I'm getting shoved into the corner of the kitchen, trying to hold onto my drink, laughing, trying not to spill it, as it bubbles out of my glass (even now it makes me laugh)- the next, I'm taste testing, offering to pay the server and suggesting she keep the change. Käri's next to me (still in my dream) and suggests I get my taste sample back which only makes us laugh more.
I seriously wake myself up laughing. I have to stand up, force myself to get a drink of water- all the while I've completely woken up Käri- who wonders if I am awake or laughing in my sleep- and warns me to shush, worried I'm waking up the whole house. My sides are hurting, my eyes are tearing and my cheeks hurt ,I am laughing so much. I gather myself together, get back into bed and Käri asks what was so funny in my dream. I'm afraid to tell her for fear of starting up all over again, but I do, and I do. This time Käri is laughing right along with me. Are these events funny ? No. Am I dying with laughter? Absolutely.

I cannot adequately describe with words the laughter, the uncontrollable laughter, the unstopable laughter... I was dying. Still making me laugh today- brought me to tears again, retelling the story, typing this- chortling... I have never before experienced this. Too frickin' funny...



I'm thinking, maybe a little stress relief, eh?





4 comments:

Troy-Michelle Reinhardt said...

Stress relief for sure - I think our girls are beginning to think that laughing is sex in our room because Dan and I often have those nights of laughing hysterically at stuff no one else can really get. (Maybe I'm just hoping they think that's what sex is! :-) )

Still keeping my fingers crossed for better days ahead for all of you.

Milly said...

Been enjoying your blog -- thought I'd just give shout-out and let you know I've been "lurking" around. Here's hoping that the change of season brings us all a welcome respite from the pressures of life. Milly

Zip n Tizzy said...

I'm thinking you're right. Thank goodness you unconciously know how to relieve stress! I'd take a hysterical stress relief dream over a terrifying one anyday. Hope that your waking life lets up soon and that there is lot's to really laugh about in the near future!

gwendomama said...

it says YEAYYYYY nO CANCER!

xo