EDITOR’S NOTE: Pattie Janzen is a registered nurse/sonographer who currently works in Yorkton, SK. She has three children, three ‘kids-in-law’ and 10 grandkids.
Janzen likes to see the humour in the world around her and sometimes writes about it. She has written her first novel, which will be coming out in Spring of 2021.
A former Yorkton This Week columnist she returns to the fold and ‘Laugh at Life’ is scheduled to appear every second week.
Laugh at Life… Revisited
This pandemic has affected every one of us in many unfavourable ways. In fact, it’s becoming difficult not to focus on all things negative.
The pandemic has challenged a lot of us - vocationally, physically and mentally.
I work in the health care field and I’ve changed jobs three times since March of this year. Although I’d like to delude myself into thinking that I’m super easy-going and flexible I really am not at all!
Have you heard the “joke” about why they named it “COVID-19”? It’s because we’ve all gained at least 19 pounds during the “nobody-moves-nobody-gets hurt” state we’re in. Well, I’d be in the “at least 19” group. I’m feeling really good about that when I run past the mirror (not at all!)
I also haven’t felt, shall we say, as “stable”, mentally, as I was prior to March of 2020. If I didn’t know it before, I now recognize what depression is and so I decided to try some pills. They didn’t work so well (not at all!) just sayin’…
All of that said, I’ve decided an attempt at seeking “funny” moments may, indeed, work better than medicine.
We were over a month into the pandemic when I was enjoying a very delicious chocolate Easter Bunny. A close friend had given it to me after I complained that I had not received any treats at Easter time. This friend is very observant and kind, or maybe was just sick of my whining but, nonetheless, she gifted me with the hollow masterpiece and there I was, sitting on my couch enjoying every bit. Suddenly, something didn’t feel right and I quickly realized I was missing one of my bottom front teeth. It was a “cap” that had come off with one bite of a bunny body-part. Thinking it would be no big deal - you know, just go to the dentist and get it glued back on - I didn’t really stress about it that evening. Unfortunately, finding a dentist allowed to open in a pandemic was about as easy as calling Santa in the North Pole. After that was achieved, however, the news they gave me wasn’t good either. It would be a long and tedious process to fix this particular gape in my smile. Unfortunately for my pride, and now lisping speech, this has become an issue of greater priority for me, but I still remain toothless - eight months later!
At one point, when my grey roots couldn’t go to the hair salon (fault of the pandemic again!), another good friend told me I could be the poster-child for COVID 2020 with my long, unkempt hair and toothless grin but… the most comical comment came from my husband who looked at me after my tooth fell out and said, “Thank goodness you have to wear a mask at work!”
They’re both really funny - not at all!