jeez, Caroline.... I know I look funny, but...
If I thought I was funny, I'd try to be earnin a livin' with it....

Laughter, tho, if tolerated by the patient, IS the best medicine.

I remember being hospitalized at age nine following surgery for a ruptured appendix. My "roomie" was a school friend who had been horribly burned in both legs after getting "white gas" fuel from a Cub Scout lantern on his pantlegs, and then he got too close to a campfire. Whoosh.

This kid had more moxie than anyone I've ever known. Third degree burns from mid-thigh to ankles, and he must have been completely "out of it" from painkillers... but he kept me in stitches for the three days we shared a hospital room. (mebbe I was high, too)...the nurses threatened several times daily to move him out of the room we shared, because they said I was in danger of "bustin' a stitch". I remember like it was yesterday. I remember laughing so hard I cried out in pain.

I'll go easy on Paul. I promise.

Lump