All day yesterday over Google Talk, Olaf and I talked about the fact that no matter how much I love him, I will not eat him, ever. I just refuse.
Fast forward to 7 pm, the phone rings. He talks to his brother for a while (in German, which I cannot understand much of). When he gets off he phone, gets some coffee. Tells me "Stefan says Hi." Ok, hi back. "Oh and also, remember when they found the hole in my dad's heart a few years ago? It seems Stefan has it too. His doctor recommends that he and their other brother go get their hearts checked too."
Oh lovely. My reaction? "I am still not going to eat you." I don't react well to stuff like that. I am the one who could not stop laughing at my favorite grandmother's funeral because the preachers called my son by my daughter's name in the middle of the ceremony. Or when he said "Marie married Doug when he was still alive" Yep, that's my granny, she was not into zombies. I was absolutely mortified at how hard I was laughing. I actually ducked in my seat, put my head between my knees and tried not to laugh out loud.
And this morning, I got an email from my sister-in-law telling me that their younger brother seems to have it too. So, yeah, I am freaked out beyond all measure and he promised me he would call the doc today. Let's see if he does.
I woke up this morning thinking I didn't wanna weigh. I feel bloated, swollen and yucky. But, I get on there everyday and record the good, bad or ugly. Surprise, 158.8. I actually lost a little more.
Fast forward to 7 pm, the phone rings. He talks to his brother for a while (in German, which I cannot understand much of). When he gets off he phone, gets some coffee. Tells me "Stefan says Hi." Ok, hi back. "Oh and also, remember when they found the hole in my dad's heart a few years ago? It seems Stefan has it too. His doctor recommends that he and their other brother go get their hearts checked too."
Oh lovely. My reaction? "I am still not going to eat you." I don't react well to stuff like that. I am the one who could not stop laughing at my favorite grandmother's funeral because the preachers called my son by my daughter's name in the middle of the ceremony. Or when he said "Marie married Doug when he was still alive" Yep, that's my granny, she was not into zombies. I was absolutely mortified at how hard I was laughing. I actually ducked in my seat, put my head between my knees and tried not to laugh out loud.
And this morning, I got an email from my sister-in-law telling me that their younger brother seems to have it too. So, yeah, I am freaked out beyond all measure and he promised me he would call the doc today. Let's see if he does.
I woke up this morning thinking I didn't wanna weigh. I feel bloated, swollen and yucky. But, I get on there everyday and record the good, bad or ugly. Surprise, 158.8. I actually lost a little more.
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Go ahead and giggle. It's your copping tool. Don't worry about Olaf. He is going to be fine. I'm sure there are treatments in place if it comes to that.
Nice on the scale.
Yay for the loss!
I'm a giggler too. But then again, "I'm still not going to eat you" is particularly funny. :) And hopefully, he is the one in the crowd without the issue.
I bet Olaf will be the lucky one, after all he went to the doctor recently and he was fine, right? That's kind of a big miss for a doc.
I wish I was a laugher... I'm a blank stare kind of girl at a funeral. I save my tears for my pillow.
(Oops, accidentally posted that twice!)
First of all, I am so sorry for you Olf! i hope everything ends up okay. With his siblings as well.
Secondly, I also react inappropriately in these situations. I have no idea what comes over me. I swear I'm not heartless, just....well, I have no idea!
thoughts and prayers are with your family.
It's good that Olaf can get checked now. If anything is going on, it can be taken care of sooner rather than later. Don't feel too bad for laughing at the funeral. Like Dawnya said, if that is how you cope, then that's how you cope. :)
OK. A couple things. So sorry to hear about your in-laws' health problems. Hopefully everything will turn out ok.
Second, my grandfather's funeral was on my 14th (maybe??) birthday. As a joke, my mom bought both my sister and me wonderbras. Yep, we both wore them to the funeral. It's a Catholic funeral so there's lots of kneeling. So there we are kneeling and I catch my sister looking at my boobs. So I lean over and whispered "Pay attention and for God's sake, stop looking at my boobs!" We both lost it! Luckily we were in the front pew and everyone behind us thought we were crying. We DID have tears in our eyes but my mom has thought we're terrible ever since.
Oh! And eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!
I hope you get positive news about olaf!!! Big hugs!
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