Maybe Death is the Ultimate Joke

After I got thinking of my poor friend and my nursing school experience, I realized I had to write something a bit lighter this time. I thought about how I was petrified to give birth each time. I thought the pain would be unbearable, give me a heart attack, or I'd somehow do it wrong and harm the baby. Those were all possibilities, I suppose. Maybe not the me doing it wrong thing, although I have seen doctors yelling at women giving birth on TV, and in my experience, there really is no way not to push once the baby crowns. That's why doctors love the epidurals, you can wait for them all night. Not so sure that's good for the baby, though. Anyway, I noticed that the only thing that made giving birth scary for me was my own fear. The third time, I listened to subliminal cd's that told me there was nothing to fear and that I could do it, and it went quite well. It was like...that was what I was afraid of? I found out I was actually pretty good with pain when I wasn't afraid of it.

Cutting to the chase now.....relating birth and death, as they were meant to be related. Hopefully, the only bad part of death is the fear, and in some unfortunate cases, the disease leading up to it. We'll finish dying and be like.....that was what I was afraid of my whole life? Joke's on me, I guess. Of course, the tragedy would be a life based on the fear of death. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.