Humor is a life-saver for me. It helps me out when I've been stuck on the floor for hours unable to get up, or stuck in bed for days. It also helps with all the medical procedures and people I had to endure before finally being diagnosed. I tell my friends I'm not a stand-up comedian; I'm a "lie-down" comedian. Sometimes I think of the most hilarious things when I'm lying there but can't tell anyone because I can't talk then. When I finally get up, I forget all my really good lines. My humor is gravitational. Maybe it's another POTS symptom. : ) Sometimes I just wish doctors could see with what "professional skill" and efficiency I handle my episodes. I've had them my whole life and was a closet episoder so never told anyone or brushed it off until just a few years ago. Because of that I became very good at entertaining myself mentally while I was "stuck" (on the floor, unable to open eyes or talk). If they could only get a mike hooked to my brain at those times, I know I'd become famous. I tell myself some wonderful stories. : ) I like to occasionally imagine doctors bestowing me with a medal for handling my episodes so excellently. I'm convinced if they knew what really went on during my episodes they'd fall back in their chairs from shock or they should. There's nothing like imagining doctors humbly impressed and stupiefied by one's suffering to cheer you up. Nothing like a good ol' self-pat on the back to getting you going again. If you don't cheer yourself on, who else is going to do it? Well, I apologize for my present warped humor, but, you see, I'm sitting up. Sarah