In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Soon?.” which asks

Can anything be funny, or are some things off limits?  

I’ve taken my time in responding to this as I found it turned me into a serious, contemplative person and I really don’t like that. Ever. It makes me look back on some of the more poignant situations in my life, the things my dear, darling brain has conveniently wiped from consciousness out of self-preservation. If I was always thinking about the tradgedies I’ve endured my life would be incredibly difficult to lead. So that’s where perspective comes into play…

I am what you may call a person of contradictions, a mixture of complete silliness if something strikes me as funny, but I can easily slip into ‘psychology student mode’ when people need to talk to me & get advice, Or even completely unsolicited advice if it really comes down to it, I’ve learnt through my own experiences that sometimes the situation warrants an air of seriousness and sometimes it means taking the humorous approach and simply running with it.

There are two base emotions which are the parental emotions: Love and Fear. Your motivation is what decides which aspect you’re coming from. I do think one could motivate the other, as in Fear of losing your child because you Love them or Loving someone because you Fear being alone, but when you deconstruct all the emotions you may be experiencing there’s usually the same reason behind it all and I believe it’s self-preservation.

Years of chronic illness have turned me into a bit of a frequent flyer in the Emergency Department, usually at some ungodly hour, and it’s been my mother that has been at the forefront of that kind of operation for going on 30 years now. She has a wicked sense of humour, is very quick-thinking and can drop a doctor with sarcasm at 20 paces… and that’s where I get my sense of humour. When I developed type one diabetes my immune system had a complete and utter breakdown, hence the visits to many specialists, GP’s, hospital wards, and as I said, (our favourite) the emergency, and it takes a toll. As one blogger put in a comment in Mary Gelpi’s hysterical page about dealing with chronic illness (she’s funnier than I am too) 25 Pills a Day:

Bethany writes;

“I’m on a first name basis with all the employees at my local pharmacy, my nightstand is groaning with the number of prescription bottles on it and the CT scan crew at the hospital gave me a frequent customer punch card as a joke”

I always get a dramatic response when in the ED especially, I kind of get Goldstar reservations to the nearest vacant room. Whispers float past me such as “Wow she’s been diabetic for 28 years with poorly-controlled sugar levels and she’s not dead’, or ‘Let’s write down what she doesn’t have it will save time’ or even ‘Triage? That’s for all the normal people! My god man she has every single complication, take a photo before she drops dead on us!’ This can be fairly disheartening when your life is in the hands of medical people who aren’t too sure of what they can do for you and they know you know it. It’s a bit like having a doctor when you’re not having a doctor. I try to prompt them every once and a while when they get stuck but it’s just not the same coming from me really. I can’t actually blame them for their frustration as I’m always complicated to deal with, and if you’re presented with me in an emergency you’re simply not going to get things right straight away. Usually there’s some fairly decent waiting time so Mum and I will play such immortal games as ‘Speculation: How Much Radiation Can One Woman Take?’ or ‘The Most Inappropriate Comment Awards’.

The point is that I had to see the funny side of everything I’d gone through and so did my mum… if we hadn’t I think that getting through this would have been impossible. Yes, it’s a defence mechanism, designed to deflect the emotions of dealing with negative situations and at the moment it’s all I have to protect me. I can’t change the fact that I have diabetes and pretty much all the complications involved, but I can change how I deal with it. A sense of humour is essential to my survival. Plus it helps while away the time

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