The Comedy Routine

Today’s writing prompt is simply to describe a family member. I choose Angela.

The first conversation I had with Angela was when I was 16. I told her that I thought she should join the space program. That they needed space doctors. She said, “but Leslie… I already am a space doctor. I’m a room-a-tologist.”

It killed, because I was impressed that she was a doctor in a specialty that interested me… More of a detective than anything else, and conferences in our office were VERY VERY MUCH like you see on House. And she was a rheumatologist, so sometimes, it was indeed lupus. Beat that with a stick.

We made fast friends because she was the kind of acid funny I like.

One story involving this period of my life, I thought had been forgotten. I was wrong.

We were singing…… “Let us break bread together, on our knees….. Let us break bread together on our knees… When I fall on my FACE….. We both sang the wrong word at the wrong time and cracked up. It was in the middle of the service because of course it was, and my mother was directing the choir. If looks could kill, we both would have been dead and buried.

Lots of funny things happened to her as a doctor, so she put together a comedy routine in her Palm Pilot and kept adding to it. However, she never got to give it. It’s my hope to tell you these stories for posterity and make you laugh with stories that have entertained our family for 30 years. It really loses something without the hand motions, but 6… 7.

Angela was given her beeper on her first day at the hospital. She’s all shiny and new, thinks she’s got it. Gets a page and goes into the room where a woman is seizing all over the place. Angela looks at the nurse like a deer in headlights. Nurse says, “Doctor, would you like to push some valium?” Angela raises her finger and says, “let’s.” Her first medical order as a doctor was, “let’s.” She was stunned by her own brilliance and learned the value of experienced nurses.

If my father reads this, he will remind me it was thorazine or something. I don’t remember the drug, I just remember how hard I laughed when she told it, and I will miss that she’ll never tell it again. However, I do a killer impression of her like all kids can imitate their parents. I can remind myself of her anytime I want. These stories keep her alive.

Guy comes into the ER saying that he thinks his foot is broken. Angela tells him that he cannot possibly have a broken foot because he walked in on it. Comes back after seeing the X-ray and says, “oh my God I am so sorry. Your foot is broken in like 26 places.”

Woman comes in saying that she thinks that she has swallowed a crab claw. She puts on her serious face and says how unlikely that is, because what actually happens is that when the crab claw is going down, it scratches the inside of your esophagus and you still feel it in there when it’s not. It’s called “foreign body sensation.”

The crab claw in this woman’s esophagus made her say unprintable things.

Another time, she didn’t use a mirror before she went into a patient’s room, smearing what she thought was clear chapstick all over her lips. She goes into the room and the family is all looking at her like she is the most interesting woman in the world. They can’t take their eyes off her. It’s just strange…….. Then she walks out of the patient room and sees herself in a mirror. She’s got red lipstick from her nose to her chin.

Those are just a few of the stories I remember from when I actually worked for her, and I miss that time in my life. When Angela was in private practice, I could work under her without getting certified. When she sold to Methodist, they required certifications I didn’t have. I think all the time about what my life would have looked like if I’d done that work, but I think getting me as far away from HIPPAA as possible is best for my blog.

I did enjoy my white coat and stethoscope days, though. Work started early, but we had two hours for lunch. Sometimes this was fast and furious, because we were going to the hospital to round on patients. Some days, though, we had time to come home and get in the pool before we went back, and those days were just golden.

I joke that I went to medical school in the back of a Lexus, and there is more truth to it than laughs. I learned a great deal about patient care, drug interactions, what needs cutting and what doesn’t, etc. And just like a medical student, there was no concrete entry point. I just started overhearing the fire hose of rapid-fire information coming at Angela and one day, I could hang.

When I met Angela, I met a different idea of what a woman could be, particularly a straight woman. I needed that in my life because my relationship with my mother was complicated, as complicated as the one with the woman who emotionally abused me for so many years. She was the one that showed me there were no gender roles, that women could be breadwinners and heads of household. She could do dinner and dancing or sitting in a blind for three days without showering just to get a photo of a bird.

In fact, this leads to another funny patient story. My stepmother told her patient and their husband that she’d gone up to Vancouver to shoot snowy owls. She talked for several minutes about shooting these endangered birds, so the patient asked how you cook them. Angela laughed so hard she nearly fell on the floor before explaining she was a nature photographer.

These are all the funny things I’d like to remember about Angela, because our relationship was unique. She was one of the people that turned my world from black and white into color, and I’ll never forget it. We all have those moments as teens when our brains switch on and those adults who make it happen.

Just one? I’m ADHD.

Describe a family member.

I didn’t do the Daily Prompt yesterday because I’ve aready said all I want about exercise in “Don’t.” But today’s is nice because I don’t describe my family that much. First, let me give you some context.

My mother had two brothers and one sister. My mother, Carolyn, and her brother, Bill are both gone. Nancy and John are living in northeast Texas, where all of my family is from. My dad has two sisters and a brother, all living. My dad divorced my mom in 1995, and remarried to someone who also grew up in the same area as my mom and dad. Therefore, I have a sister biologically and two stepsisters through her. My stepmother also has two brothers, both living. All of my grandparents including from my stepmother are now dead, but that is very recent. My father’s father was the last to pass a few months ago at 92.

My cousins on both sides were close to me when I was young, but now I’ve lived outside of Texas for longer than I’ve lived in it. I am not close to them because I don’t run into them, not because I have any particular need to avoid them. Yes, we are politically very different and it causes waves. But our family can handle waves. I’m not even the only queer one, and I will leave it to everyone’s imagination who that might be. 😉 So, Southern Baptists mix with flaming liberals and we’re all happy. Truly, not just saying so.

But this says to describe “a family member.” The above is background information. I still won’t talk about only one person, though, because you really can’t talk about one without the other. It’s my cousins Jason and Jonathan. They belong to my aunt Shawn, my father’s youngest sister, and they are relatively famous compared to the rest of us. Jason appeared on “American Idol,” video at the end if I can find it…..

So, Simon Fuller (producer) finds out that Jason is a funeral director, so his first appearance on the show was him singing a beautiful a capellla rendition of Josh Groban’s “You Raise Me Up.” I was dying. DYING. I think Simon must have picked Jason because they could build such a funny narrative around him.

Enter Jonathan.

Jonathan has been the class clown of our family since he was born. For instance, one year at Christmas he showed up and announced that he was “Rabbi Claus.” He is not Jewish, but we call Santa “Rabbi Claus” to this day. Welcome to the Lanagan family, where if it’s funny, run it into the ground.

So, of course the show has segments of Jason and Jonathan. Jonathan said he should do well because he has such a tiny head that getting a big one could only be an improvement.

Now, they work together at the funeral home, and are both doing well. Jason didn’t make it very far in “Idol” because he left of his own accord (don’t remember why). But he did get paid, so he sunk his money into house building and body transport and a few other things, diversifying to an enormous degree. If you don’t think Jason and Jonathan are a big deal outside of the funeral industry, you don’t know them very well. I do. I felt my heart break when they were both on call for the aftermath at Uvalde. I do not know if they did any of the kids’ funerals, but I do know that Jason’s body transport service was instrumental. They do all the things we don’t think about in everyday life.

Jason recently bought the funeral home in his old hometown, serving families he’s known his whole life. He has, in effect, taken over my role as a preacher’s kid having never been a preacher’s kid himself. It’s not the same, but it’s the same loving patois. Jonathan is in the same boat. They are so admirable, living in the pockets of northeast Texas where it’s easy to establish yourself because industry isn’t already there.

Jonathan is still just as laid back as the moment I met him.

Jason and Jonathan are both successful outside of work, raising their kids to be amazing people. Jonathan (and his wife, Molly) adopted their little girl from China. She makes me laugh at her antics, but no less than all the others. She’s just the one I’ve met the most recently. 🙂 It is really fun to watch first cousins give me more of them…. well, cousins anyway. I can’t do the math.

The bottom line is that my grandfather has a legacy of which to be proud. It took me a while to see how that extended to me, too. He wrote a book about our family. It’s got at least five volumes, maybe seven.

It has been taken over by a different author.