Life Under the Stairs

I believe hitting this point is known as reaching hysterics. I’ve come to it a few times when stress to make something happen brought me to the breaking point and once it was all over, I laughed a lot.

I vividly remember a day during my corporate career when all I could do was worry that an order wasn’t going to get fulfilled. I couldn’t do anything to speed up the process of getting the order out, and I couldn’t do anything to help but I could worry, and worry I did. We got the order out to the delivery truck as it was pulling out of the parking lot on it’s way to the airport. Once I had seen it safely on it’s way, I laughed, hard, for nearly an hour.

There are a lot of things going on that are stressing me out, not the least of which is that I can’t seem to find steady work, I’m wondering how to make ends meet and last night the straw broke the camel’s back when my kid fell and hit her head. She had a gash deep enough to bury treasure in, and we obviously had to bring her to the hospital. She wasn’t gushing blood by the time we got there, so there wasn’t much rush to see her, and while we sat and waited I had an internal panic attack about how I was going to pay for this visit and I wondered if the trip was going to turn out to be necessary.

I’m not sure if I’m glad it turned out to be necessary or not. The doctor put two staples in my kid’s head so the gash could heal. She was amazingly brave and she didn’t flinch or cry, and once we were home, I couldn’t stop giggling.

I’m positive that my life could get worse. Absolutely positive. I also know that there really is only one thing to do once you’ve come to the breaking point though: get past the emergency and laugh, and I guarantee you’ll feel better. Laughter is really amazing medicine.

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