I was going to write about something really sad today, but I have plenty of time for that. Today, Tom Sr started laughing about something and his sweet laughter filled our apartment like music. So I thought I should write about that instead. <\/p>\n
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We were standing in the bathroom and Tom smiled. He looked at me. “Do you remember when you said “taint” in the hospital?” <\/p>\n
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I smiled back, “sort of”. Tom started laughing and laughing. He wiped tears out of his eyes. <\/p>\n
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“You were trying to tell someone something, a nurse maybe, and you said that your taint hurt and the nurse didn’t know the word.” He could barely get it all out he was laughing so hard. <\/p>\n
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I started laughing too, I remembered what he was talking about “Oh yea, it was the doctor who came in on Friday. I told her I was feeling better but that I had some irritation of my taint and she said -what’s that?”<\/p>\n
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“Heather,” Tom spit “then you said to the doctor “it ‘taint my vagina but it taint my ass” and the doctor died laughing!”<\/p>\n
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Tom and I were now holding each other up and laughing. I had forgotten that I said that. All the stress and fear in the hospital apparently couldn’t stop me from impressing everyone with my lack of social niceties. But I explained to Tom that I was helping the doctor, because she should know a word like that. Not everyone knows the word perineum.<\/p>\n
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It made me feel good to laugh again, even for a minute. <\/p>\n
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