Contagious Laughter

I was struggling with a duvet cover earlier and ended up flat out in a tangle of quilt laughing like a maniac.

I’ve never mastered the art of putting on duvet covers and don’t expect I ever will because I get the giggles at the first hurdle.

Laughing this morning brought me back to a late afternoon around 2008 when my father was in a high dependency cardiac unit in hospital. It was one of those places you never want to have anything to do with because of all the tension and high-tech beeps and wires as well as the sense of possible ending.

Getting into the unit as a visitor was a bit of a business and I was extremely fearful of how Dad would be. I sat by his bed as he dozed and was mightily relieved when he woke and gave me one of his big smiles.

I had been reading one of his books of humour that went everywhere with him and he woke because I was chuckling over a piece about doing battle with duvet covers. He wanted to know what was so funny and I started reading it to him in a loud whisper but soon got a fit of the giggles and next thing he was nearly falling out of the bed laughing as well.

We were being closely observed by a nurse at a desk who finally came over to us and said we seemed to be enjoying ourselves. Neither of us could speak which got her laughing too.

Dad, with his charm and sweet tooth, gathered himself and said he’d love a cup of tea and a biscuit and sure maybe I could share in his happiness.

The nurse re-appeared like magic with a tray of tea and chocolate biscuits which we devoured.

He was let home the following day and duvets and duvet covers have never failed to bring anything but joy since that crazy day.

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and sense of place.

18 thoughts on “Contagious Laughter”

  1. Laughter is the best medicine and it was nice to read that you shared such a moment with your Dad that still lives on in your memories of him…I know what you mean by wrestling with a duvet cover as I too have had the same experience of trying to get the comforter to lay nice and flat…It’s no wonder that I only use it once and awhile. Thank you for sharing your laughter with us…

  2. Magical ‘manic’ memories… Priceless.. It took me awhile to remember those precious times with my own Dad, but they come quickly now. We, who have had that great relationship with loved ones, are truly blessed. Thank you for sharing..

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