When I was a kid, my brother used to tickle my armpits until I couldn't breathe. At first it was fun, then I'd say stop, then he wouldn't, then I'd get angry, then he'd get in trouble...you get the idea. Ah, the good times.
I thought a lot about my brother today and those tickles. What also came with them was belly-rolling laughter, at least for a time. Thankfully, my husband is a very witty person and he keeps us in stitches much of the time. Though it's been years since my brother tickled me, that kind of laughter isn't missing from our home.
Today of all days I'm thinking of all this because I came to the realization that since my surgery I am no longer ticklish under my arms. The skin isn't completely numb, but sufficiently enough so that it's not stimulating enough to tickle. It never occurred to me that being ticklish was something to be thankful for, but now that the sensation is gone I find myself nostalgic. Who knew?
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