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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It has to be said that in a bad situation funny things can sometimes happen, Some things that've happened to me, should be in a comic with a funny caption. The first I’ll tell you of, was about another patient; who was in my hospital bay, I can’t say many nice things about her; she constantly moaned, causing misery and dismay. One afternoon sitting quietly after lunch, the lady turned and asked of me, “What‘s your name again?” “Rachel,” I told her, curious what her response was to be. She spat out the words, ‘Oh just hearing that name, makes me want to shudder,’ I raised my eyebrows in surprise, what was coming next I started to wonder? “My husband ran off with a woman of that name about 20 years ago”, A patient in a corner bed caught my eye; she was laughing, showing no control. I bowed my head, squeezed my eyes tightly shut, willing myself not to laugh, Sat thinking, oh the poor man, I bet the woman he ran off with was like a human life raft. Suddenly another patient, piped up, “Shame on you, what a terrible thing to do, to this old dear,” “It certainly wasn’t me,” I laughed, “I’ve been happily living over the brush with my man for many years” The ‘old dear’ didn’t look very happy, that we’d laughed at her most unfortunate event, We could only hope in future she’d stop and think, before more moaning commenced.
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