My 3 Monsters: Speaking of Pulling the Plug . . .

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Speaking of Pulling the Plug . . .

Brent reminded me that I was, in fact, the one who was over-eager to finish things off when he was in the hospital for his kidney stones back in February. I just thought it would be funny to tell the nurse that I had made my peace and I was ready to pull the plug on my dear husband. Like that awesome scene in Talladega Nights. To me, hilarious. To Brent and the nurse, not so much. Is that in bad taste? Is it an unwritten rule like not joking about carrying a concealed weapon in an airport?

I don't know what came over me that day. I think I tend to freak out just a little bit when Brent is not acting like himself. The whole universe seems somehow off kilter when he is not trying to make me laugh about ridiculous things. I'm the serious, quiet one in this relationship. Me! Not Brent. Me! So when he is ill or down or whatever I tend to compensate by taking on his role as family buffoon. (And I really do mean that in the nicest possible way -- I married that big old buffoon for all of eternity did I not?) I make inappropriate jokes and do silly dances in a feeble attempt to restore the balance in my world. Besides, I just have to let you all know that Brent has been stealing my shtick for years. I'm the real funny one around here. I just let him take all the credit. Whatever. I'm humble like that.

Anyway, that day in the hospital, all it took was a little shot of morphine and suddenly everything was as it should be again. It almost made me wish we weren't LDS because Brent is a fun, entertaining guy in a chemically-altered state. I chuckle at the memory of it.

1 comment:

  1. Can I just say, you are hilarious! I was telling this story to Erik last night and just about fell off the bed, I was laughing so hard. Thanks for the daily chuckle.


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