I remember the first time I laughed at his misfortune I felt guilty. Now, however, I try to find humor in difficult situations and it makes them a lot easier to handle. I can remember a time when he fell in the bathroom after getting out of the shower-butt naked. He landed between the shower stall and the commode. He was in the small bathroom; just big enough to put in a shower, commode, and sink and not much else. Here is my 6’husband sprawled out in a rather awkward position at the end of the day when he had no energy left to help himself up. He could have gotten seriously hurt! I immediately ran to check on him when I heard him fall and went to work shifting body parts one way and then another trying to gain leverage somewhere so that I could get underneath him to maybe be able to get part of him on the toilet so maybe I could push something else underneath to gain more height. We worked and we worked and we worked until finally, in exhaustion, I started to laugh. Looking at him with my hands on my hips, I say, “It’s another fine mess you’ve gotten us into Ollie.” Then we started talking about “what if” someone saw what we were doing and their reaction. It just got funnier and funnier as we described what they might “see” or think. Finally, the tension was released; we had a new idea come from the absurd suggestions we were making, and I finally got him off the floor and onto the toilet where I could move him to the rollator he was using then.
There was another time we laugh about often when “Murray’s Law” was working overtime. Lynn’s book, Rising Tide, had recently been released and we had been invited to appear on a local public television program to talk about why he took up writing and how we coped with his changing needs associated with having MS. It was a great opportunity and we were both excited. Well, it was raining. This was before we had the conversion van and even before he was using a wheelchair (though he used the seat on his rollator like one). I rolled him out to my Impala, lifted him into the car, in the rain, and off we went more than a little damp for our television appearance. The studio was an hour away. We left a little early because I was unfamiliar with the area where it was located. We drove back and forth and back and forth trying to find it (we had no GPS) making us very nervous that we were going to be late. We finally found it and unloaded, this time in a drizzle. They rushed us back to the studio where we would be interviewed so we could have a brief rehearsal before the taping.
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