I’m a happy person. I enjoy laughing and have no problem laughing at myself (just ask the walls and furniture that are always leaping out at me – or my crazy race photos).
I’ve known the old adage of “laughter is good medicine” for years, but last Thursday, I became a true believer.
Through a series of events, I ended up attending a live local theatrical production of “Monty Python’s Spamalot.”
I had no idea what to expect, nor did the 6 people who joined me. We like trying new things and figured we’d at least have a ‘different’ night out.
Five days before the theatre, I somehow tweaked my lower back. I would have laughed more at myself if it didn’t hurt so much — I think I looked like I was trying to do a robot dance most of the time that week with anything I did – awkward, stiff, slow-moving, boxy.
At the theatre, I laughed for most of the 2 hours of the production. It was hilarious! I also couldn’t get over how the actors were NOT cracking themselves up (although in one scene, there were a couple who did crack).
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. I even had tears rolling down my face a time or two.
Even better was a few hours later when I was home and realized I could bend, turn, and twist again without any pain! It took a few deep knee bends and hula-like twists to convince myself it wasn’t my imagination.
The true test would be if I could move in the morning
And… I could! Pain free all that night and into the next day. And I’m still pain free.
Laughter did it. Laughter healed what ailed me last week, and not just physically.
My muse was tickled (ooh, a pun — I love when they come naturally), too. She’s been voraciously dancing in my dreams the past few nights. She does a lot with coconuts and symbols/cymbals, in particular (wink wink).
I can attest that great belly laughs can go a long way to healing aches, pains, and creative blockages, so I plan to seek out a lot more humor going forward.
One of my goals is to continue getting myself some unique race photos. These are just 2 from 2 separate races this year. I laugh every time I look at them because – what are the odds of such perfect alignment?
Have you had any experiences where laughter was good medicine?
Lisa J. Jackson is an independent writer and editor who enjoys working with businesses of all sizes. She loves writing about NH people, places, and activities. She writes fiction as Lisa Haselton, has an award-winning blog for book reviews and author interviews, and is on the staff of The Writer’s Chatroom where she gets to network with writing professionals on a weekly basis. You can connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn.