i think its time to up my dosage

they say that laughter is the best medicine. and i agree with them, whoever the fuck they are.

my mother maintained a sense of humour throughout both her husband's and her own last days in this world.

indeed, the last thing she ever said to me was "i can still thump you, you know."

then again, i had just called her a "grub" for getting food on her nightgown. so i kinda deserved a thumping anyway.

so this morning i was doing some gardening with a dear old friend of my mother's. a friend who has been battling hiv for many years now. and he managed to make me laugh more than i have been able to in months.

as we were planting kangaroo paws (the flowers, not the actual paws of poor pawless kangaroos) in my mother's garden to make it look pretty for the pending auction, a mosquito bit him on the arm.

when he noticed what the cheeky little bugger was doing, he promptly flicked it away with his shovel.

then he said this to me:

"whenever a mosquito bites me i just think 'get aids and die, you greedy bastard!'"

i laughed so hard i almost cried.

then i imagined little mosquitoes flying around with tiny red ribbons raising awareness about aids in the mosquito community.

then i laughed some more.

i feel better today than i did yesterday.

the end.