I’ve been pretty sick for the past few weeks with lymphedema and cellulitis in my legs. The pain is consuming and I haven’t been up to doing much, but to distract myself I have been watching old comedy shows, including Frasier, which I think is the wittiest, funniest show ever. It never fails to make me laugh.
Here is one person’s compilation of her favorites:
I could probably post another hundred and still keep going. It is just endlessly funny.
Ironically and unexpectedly, one episode made me cry instead. Frasier is telling Roz how wonderful it is to be a parent. He says:
“You don’t just love your children, you fall in love with them. It’s that same rush, that same overwhelming desire to see them, to hold them, to bore other people to tears with every detail about them…”
That really hit a nerve. That is the way I feel about being a mother to my children. I don’t see them nearly as much as I’d like to and that makes me sad. I miss them so much. But I think of them all the time. It is hard not to. Not only are they in my heart and my memories, but their pictures are everywhere and I even have my son Ryan’s cat, who is curled up next to me on my pillows as I type this.
So watching these old shows has been a little like life itself – lots of laughing and some crying too.
Fingers crossed the specialist appointment I have next week can help my legs and relieve this pain.
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