Sometimes you just gotta laugh or cry, but mostly laugh

I love to laugh, and usually it's at myself. I imagine I'm some sort of character in a newspaper cartoon always getting herself into trouble or mishaps of some sort. Perhaps I'm the lesbian Mr. Bean, (albeit I'd like to think I'm a little more attractive). Having MS is kind of a big downer most of the times, but I always find time to laugh at myself and therefore laugh in the face of this stupid disease. It's not that MS has lowered my IQ by any stretch of the imagination, but it does play little tricks on my attention and therefore my short term memory is kinda shot to hell. It's also not the case of I was the most observant person out there either. I'm well known for putting my clothes on backwards or inside out. In fact if any of my loved ones is reading this, when I die, please put something of mine on backwards so people will actually know it's me. One of my ex girlfriends used to say, “Pam I'll know you have been cheating on me the day you come home with your clothes on the right way.” Although I'd never cheat, it's a pretty accurate description of how unobservant I actually am. Case in point. This week I have a particularly nasty flu bug that has left me pretty bed ridden and in a fog of medication. I decided to eat an orange that I had purchased a few days earlier. My mouth watered in anticipation. I always have felt that an Orange always tastes the best when you have a cold or the flu. I carefully cut up my orange and noticed that the inside was red. I counted myself lucky that I had purchased a bag of blood oranges and carefully cut it up into little smiles. I probably should have clued in at that point, but I was very high on cold medication and had a fever. I took a much anticipated bite into a grapefruit. My word I thought my brain was going to melt. My face puckered and I started to choke on the juice. Excellent. Realizing what I had done and feeling foolish I struggled with the rest of my fruit. I needed the vitamin c anyhow. I had to laugh. Another example was earlier on today I went to the store and bought some Buckley's cough medication. I know it tastes bitter, but I also know it works. My daughter got a good chuckle at me as I gagged down my medication and shouted “Oh my god”, which was not so much of a curse, but more of a prayer that my taste-buds might fall off or something. Why they can't flavour it like dirt or something more edible is beyond me. Anyhow, to all of you out there, please take time to laugh, at least at yourself. Sometimes you just gotta laugh instead of cry. Makes life a little more easy :D