I was speaking to my counselor this week and said something that amused her.
“So sick,” she said, “but still able to make people laugh.”
“Yeah, I guess if I can keep my sense of humor then I’ll be okay,” I replied.
She looked at me seriously for a few moments. “But, who is making you laugh? You need to laugh, too.”
Charles and I traditionally see comedian, John Hefron, when he’s in our area and I got a special deal via text for his concert Friday night. I was hesitant, not being certain I was ready to be out in the world – me and my new companions the walker and the oxygen tank.
“Let’s do it!” Charles said.
Thinking about what my counselor said and having someone to make me laugh – after all, it is said to be the best medicine – I ordered the tickets.
This is something we would normally do, so I get to call it a marker. Going out required me to fix my hair, put on a little makeup, and wear real clothes (marker, marker, marker).
When we arrived, I almost backed out. I opted not to use my walker, but rely on Charles’ arm and the oxgen tank cart. He got me to the front door then went to park the car. The people I walked through seemed to notice the oxygen first; or that’s what I perceived. I will say it was nice not having people shove in line ahead of me. People generally are nice to handicapped people – at least to their faces.
Charles saw someone he knew in the crowd, I prayed he didn’t call them over to us, or worse go sit with them awhile and leave me alone at the table.
“Hurry and dim the lights,” I repeated to myself.
The opening act was awful, the feature was just okay, but John’s set was perfect and made me glad I came. We laughed hard and often.
Afterward in the bathroom, the handicapped stall waited open and the women in line indicated I should take it. Augh.
Charles suggested we stand in line to meet John and get pictures but all I wanted to do was become invisible again. I told him I’d rather not. I’m not quite ready to be out in the world like this, I am just not.
I was exhausted when we got home and woke feeling like I have the flu. I’m not sure if I over did it, or if I do have the flu. Either way, I was not able to accompany Charles to our booth at the Shawnee Farmers Market this morning. That would have been a big marker. Maybe next time.
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