A Bit of Humour

[Marye123]

Made me giggle thanks x

[Sue H-S]

Oh Charys,

you made me laugh - fancy forgetting, lol.

And you are right - there seem to be a few gaps in the market to make our lives easier. Trying to get an acceptable PICC cover, which one can match with one's outfit, also seems to be challenging. The only ones I could find (and I did not like them) - are from Etsy and US based. Head gear, generally, is also rather uninspiring - so very old fashioned! I have given up and just work with my rectangular scarves - even if the ends have a knack of dissappearing up the hoover nozzle. The look in my cats face, when it happens - is priceless!

This made me smile - considering.......

                                                     

Hugs

Sue xxx

[Charys]

I thought for a moment you were going to say that you knitted some eyebrows for yourself!!! A few sentences in all became clear lol so, you didn't lose the plot and shout that you were having cancer treatment??? Wow you are one seriously strong person! Maybe she knew you were having cancer treatment, but in the spirit of equality still thought you looked really stupid. Lol

after rads my pointy end boob bit and surrounding circle ( I just can't make myself say the words lol) were badly peeling, weeping and red raw. I tried dressings, but they just pressed down and I needed something that 'kept it free' of pressure, but dry and no chance of anything hitting it. My sister and I think there is a gap in the market for some sort of covering/ raised dressing for that particular area....anyway....the best she could come up with was one of those DIY white masks with elastic to hold them on to your head. The idea was that we would elongate the elastic. I am embarrassed to say I actually got one (had a new pack in the garage) and held it in place and then realised the gravity of leaving the house with that under my clothing. 😳

[feistyflora]

I do seem to have an unfortunate knack of getting into 'situations' Charys. When I lost all my hair and my eyebrows after chemo I knitted myself what I believed to be a very fashionable thick woolly hat with a big multi-coloured pom-pom on the top. One day we went to a car boot where we came across a rather rough-looking woman who started grinning broadly at me. I carried on walking and just smiled sweetly as we passed by. The woman muttered something under her breath to my husband but I didn't quite catch it, however he seemed to think it was hilarious and he started laughing his socks off. Naturally I pestered him wanting to know what was so funny. He finally admitted that the woman had said "Is she right in the head"? The cheeky cow! I was furious I wanted to go back and shout "You stupid woman, I'm being treated for cancer, this is why I look a bit odd". In retrospect I can see the funny side of it because admittedly my hat was rather similar to that worn by Benny, the character with learning difficulties in Crossroads .

[Charys]

The 1812 overture, in a toilet, well that is most peculiar......I would have been laughing too! The cheap knickers, sitting on the loo and dramatic classical music shouldn't be things that go together. Lol

[Lizzy_BCC]

Hi Feistyflora, 

Thank you for sharing that uplifting and funny story 🙂 

I am sure some of our users will be along soon to offer their own stories and share a bit of humour!

Best wishes, 

Lizzy 

[feistyflora]

Before I retired, my firm used to regularly send its staff on training sessions. We used to fight to be allowed to go on these courses because as well as being a break from the routine of the office, in those less cost-conscious days, training took place in a really swanky hotel and as a bonus every participant was given a delicious free lunch. In this establishment no expense had been spared, even the loos were like something out of a Hollywood film, with marble basins, gold taps, pot-pourri, tiny free samples of luxury hand moisturiser and soothing piped music. One day, after lunch, I decided that it might be wise to go and 'powder my nose' before the afternoon session commenced, so there I was, relaxing on the 'throne' in one of the cubicles, gazing up admiring the fancy crystal chandeliers on the ceiling. After the morning session a magnificent buffet had been provided so naturally I had stuffed myself with quiche, vol-au-vents, mini-samosas etcetera and I was feeling very sleepy by now and in danger of nodding off. Suddenly the music abruptly changed from a relaxing Strauss Waltz to that atmospheric piece, the 1812 Overture, complete with crashing cymbals and the sound of cannons blasting off every few seconds. That woke me up alright - I was so shocked that I nearly fell of my perch. The music got louder and louder until it reached a deafening crescendo, at which point I couldn't help myself, I started giggling hysterically until tears were rolling down my cheeks because it seemed utterly bizarre to be sitting there with my chain-store knickers around my ankles, trying to 'spend a penny' (to use an euphemism) amidst all the opulence with this well-known classical piece thundering out in the background. It was surreal and it still makes me smile when I remember that day.