A Heart Jackin

Three hospitals and countless procedures later my Hubby is on the mend. They jacked the little broken parts of his heart with stints. I'm back to my happy-go-munkay state.

After spending the day in the stressfully serile vacuum of the hospital, my peeps, K1, and my posse, K2, were able to jump start my own heart with laughter. Leaving Hubbies room, we walk down the halls of the massive hospital to the elevators. It is late and the flow of pedestrian traffic in the facility is slow. We head toward the revolving front doors of the building. Being wheelchair accessible, the doors are large and will hold more than one person at a time. The boys race for it. I indulge them this little dallance and slow my stride down to watch the two of them, in their separate containers running in circles while burning up their unused energy. They race an unending race. When I reach the spinning doors, I jump in K2's section, slighty behind him. Our compartment is the first to reach the street side, followed by K1 behind us. K2 hits the sidewalk running in a larger circumference circle now than while in the door. Pretending he is dizzy from the spinning door, he runs full bore into a metal street "No Parking" sign in front of the doors and mimics laying himself out flat on the sidewalk. K2 was a pretty convincing as the young doctor who came running to his aid didn't realize it was a joke as he bent over my sons prone body. "K2! Get up!" I order him as the stethoscope wearing professional started blushing and stammering at his little con. "Are you my mother?", K2 askes him in a week voice. Not to be outdone by his little brothers antics, K1 walk over to him and yells," K2" in an admonishing sounding tone. As he does so, he bends over at his waist as if to examine K1 vitals also, hitting his own head on the sign post as he does, laying himself out too.

I just kept walking, shaking my head but laughing, leaving my boys laying on the pavement pretending they had knocked themselves out with thier own clumsyness, my heart growing stronger at the little impromptu Abbot and Costello preferment I just have the pleasure of catching. Life is starting to be humorus once again.