Let's do a positive game and make each other laugh. We deserve to. Let's cheer each other up today. Right . I want you to write one thing that's funny since your bi. Granted it may only be funny to you but that doesn't matter. I think this will lift are mood for today, want to play ? Let's go
Let's play a game: Let's do a positive game and make... - Headway
Let's play a game
Me first then, an excample
Before my bi I had shiz szu dogs. Before my speech therapy I would talk about them. Although I thought I was saying it right my dad broke down in giggles each time I said it saying it sounds like I'm saying I need a shit soon so he kept asking me to say it and he kept giggling. When I left hospital I bought a Lhasa apso called Leo. That shut him up lol. Perfect problem solved
I called the police to report my car stolen from town only to be told by my other half that my car was in the garage and I'd gone in his!
Police had been searching all the car parks in town as I'd got myself in a tis and talked myself out of knowing where I'd parked. When I told the policeman he asked what car he drove and there it was right where I was stood!
I felt like a proper Charlie but we both had a giggle at this.
my hubby told me (while nuts on steriods) that they had sold his tumor for thousands of pounds and were on the golf course with the profits!
So that's how the consultants finance their luxury lifestyles ! Here was me, thinking they were just overpaid : )) x
Whilst I was in hospital for spinal surgery many years ago there was a lady who used to wander into my room, pinch my slippers and tell me she was off to the golf course to have strawberries and cream with the queen!
I once ran to cross a street, forgetting my lack of peripheral vision. I failed to spot a bollard that was at THAT height and I ran smack bang into it. Let's just say it went black, and not the bollard
Oh my that's brill, well not brill for you but a brill thing to put , smiling πx
When I was in hospital I was adamant there was a donkey in the bed in the far corner of the ward, nighty and all. Span me right out for a few minutes.
lol x
When I first went back to work 10 days after the accident my client came in to the building we had built I was fitting the kitchen and asked how I was. Fine Doctor was the reply a little tired but fine. I was sitting on the floor had just woken up and it was 5:50 in the evening. I didn't realise the time or where I was and thought I was still in hospital. Oops, client saw the funny side, I was so confused in the early days.
Hobbling through the village in a hard neck brace, missing 8 teeth, and with a bald patch size of my hand... gorgeous little boy was staring so hard he walked right into a lamp post! All bar 3 ribs were broken and felt everyone of them as I couldn't stop giggling!
Ps...he was fine, bounced up and walked away backwards to keep looking!
Another kids one... got my first set of dentures on Halloween...kept them out, put on the black cape and green make up and convinced every toddler on the block I was a real life witch! They loved it!
I did loads of dumb stuff the year after, my wife likes to remind me that I wasn't able to work out april fools jokes, I belived this
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for many hours, she likes to remind me ooh at least monthly if not weekly....
I really enjoyed reading everyone's posts, mine isn't quiet so funny (well it is to my children & partner it is) . It's one for the diary.
Soon after I was allowed out unaccompanied I began my mission to cause as much havoc for myself and others as humanly possible. Also since bi I have developed a knack for losing stuff.......let's not even go there. Anyways, I left my glasses on the bus (whoo hoo - look at me going out on the bus alone lol). I should add here - I can't read ANY thing without my glasses. Patient partner called the bus company and we were told to wait for a a few days to see if they were handed in - they weren't. I spent a few days losing more stuff, eating out of date yogurts, not cleaning up the kitchen very well etc. So hubby booked me to go to Specavers for yet another unexpected expenditure and to order some new glasses. (This was actually a great benefit as my vision had changed dramatically since the accident - so some new glasses were needed anyway it seems).
HThe morning of the specsavers appointment came and while I was getting ready, I heard a shout from helpful son 'Mum - I found your glasses'. I won't describe where they were found but no one to this day knows how they got there or how!!!!! It will remain a family mystery. Still - we thought it best to get some new ones - now that I'm liable to lose everything that isn't velcroed to my body. I hugged helpful son (getting my old glasses back was a life changing event lol) and carefully placed them in the coat pocket to use while at specsavers to choose new frames / sign paperwork etc.
At Specsavers it all went well, as I said - new glasses were neede anyway. Patient partner dropped me off and sat outside in the car (probably calling the bus company to tell them to stop looking for my glasses), and after the tests, I started looking at all the frames on display. I tried on several - just looking for whatever was closest to the ones I already had. Made my selection ............(2 for the price of 1 - handy when you lose everything!) . I was relieved to finally have some spares on the way and got home exhausted. They said the new ones would take a week to ten days to arrive.
Back at home, patient partner suggested that I go and have a 'sit'. (I have lots of 'sits' these days!) So off I went - but argh!!!!! - couldn't find my glasses. Checked the car and the coat pockets :(. ........but hey..................I think I remember where I left them!
Oh my Lord, patient partner is starting to be not so patient partner, but he calls Specsavers......poor girl on the other end answers. He says 'Sorry to trouble you, my partner has just been in for some sight tests and she thinks she placed her existing glasses on the display while she was trying on a new pair of frames, could you have a look?'
Omg....helpful shop assistant in Specsavers says.....'erm........there are a lot of frames in the shop on our displays, can we call you tomorrow - it might take some time for us to find them'. Patient partner (now embarrassed partner) says 'No problem at all' (he's used to saying that now), and as its almost five o'clock and they all probably want to go home, he hangs up.
Meanwhile I'm starting a major laugh cry (Frontal lobe people - you all know what this is π ) and really can't face the thought of going back there tomorrow to get my only pair of glasses back, nor next week to collect the new ones after the whole of their staff have had to search the shop for a pair of missing glasses.
Once the drama has subsided, I say I think I need a little walk, and put my hoodie on to go out.......and doh! What's in the pocket? Glasses ...... Argh!!! Patient partner (let's be fair - extremely patient partner) says never mind, I'll ring them first thing in the morning and tell them to stop looking (for a needle in a haystack?)
Oh my life.....I'm terrified to go near any shops.......havoc always ensues.....I leave a trail of chaos behind wherever I go. Specavers were soooo kind - no funny looks when I went back the following week. Just kind professional staff....perhaps other people do stuff like this and they're used to it? It just comes as such a shock when you're life has always been so organised and efficient in that far distant country called the past. At least I can laugh at myself, just as well. P.S. Patient partner has hidden one pair of the new glasses away for emergencies, and I have no doubt there'll be plenty of opportunity to use them in the future. Where will it all end?
Oh god how funny, I giggled all the way through that. I put my things in the "safe place" I have. Only were on earth is that safe place ? You are so funny . Best thing is you see the funny side which many don't so that's brill. Your poor partner lol he deserves a medal bless him πx
He really does deserve a medal. I'm afraid that little story is the tip of the iceberg lol
Oh dear lol. I wish I had a husband,,,,, not. Mind if he was that good I may just agree to one π I have a delightful 19 year old daughter. I had my accident when she was 13 and turned her life upside down. I think deep down she hates me for it and is really really abusive and nasty since. She came back to live with me a year on since crash and in her eyes lost her mum and was left a body. My long term boyfriend I lived with also couldn't handle it so left me. See your husband is totally amazing x
YAY! they were found,lol hugs
When I woke up after my surgery...staples right down the head from top to bottom and the surgeon came to see me, he said I have a few questions for you... No1. Who is the prime minister....I said I'm not really caring at the moment but I know I'm the queen for getting through this!!! He then said....no more questions needed, I may as well go now, well done, keep up the positive attitude!