I’ve never been one to fancy medication. Well, I can’t say that in full honesty. Back in the day, I felt compelled to sneak ample swigs of any bubble gum flavored serum when Mom wasn’t looking (especially that pink Strep Throat medicine they used to give you when you were a kid). Grape flavored baby aspirin? More like Pez. But in all seriousness, I try to avoid it at all costs.
Lately, it seems that people have more trust in an orange cylinder than a glass of orange juice. They have one finger on the pharmacy speed dial at all times. On the other hand, there are people who believe in natural cures and holistic healing. I fall somewhere in the middle of these two extremes. I by no means have the intentions or the knowledge to try to sway anyone’s preexisting opinions on this topic, but here is what I do know:
Whatever the ailment, be it mental, physical, or emotional, there exists a universal feel good drug, and you don’t need a prescription or an awkward jaunt down the OTC aisle at your local pharmacy to get it.
Laughter.
You see, the perks of such a drug are infinite. It will never be discontinued. It’s not illegal to distribute, and you get unlimited refills. There are no negative side effects save for some shortness of breath and a little embarrassment if you are a snorter. There is no known allergy that exists with laughter. You won’t build a tolerance or fuck up your immune system if you use too much. Dependency is actually encouraged.
I’ve been a fortunate soul. I have not personally experienced serious illness. Sure, I’ve had my down days, weeks, and maybe even years. In retrospect, it was never anything to call Oprah over. But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t seen this drug in action. I can’t count how many times I googled endless YouTube videos of talking animals to remedy an awful day. I’ve joked at my own expense to calm a friend’s nerves.
But it even works under dire circumstance. I witnessed my brother cling to humor while battling fatal addictions and depression. I sought the comfort of my friends’ smiles and laughter on the night he tried to take his life. I even saw that same humor ultimately save him.
Needless to say, I have learned to develop a strong faith in laughter.
So here is the deal. As a humor blogger, a believer in alternative medicine, and a generous drug dealer, I offer this miracle drug to you at no cost. What do I get out of it you ask? The contact high of course.
What a great reminder this is Becca.
We are all fortunate to have you as our laughter dealer.
I’d like a nickel bag please.
Red
Coming right up Red. Shall we toke up with some stand up DVDs?
I only have time for some one-liner bong hits today…
Those are perfectly acceptable. Bring it on. I have a lighter.
make it a dime.
Hell let’s talk Canadian and make it a kilo.
bingo
None of those are too big for me. Man, I sure do know how to set myself up huh?
Laughter is what keeps me sane. Kinda.
I know the feeling
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Becca,
Good post… I would have to agree that laughter does a body good, and during times of depression, when paired with a slew of solutions/cures/call it what you want-which may include meds and exercise-can improve, if only temporary, one’s well-being. And you do it good, my dear, dear friend.
Eric
I originally wanted to do some research and write in some factual health benefits of laughter, but as you know I fought with this post up until the last minute. Thanks for pushing me to write here. It’s always an honor.
Becca,
I much prefer a personal story like yours, than a factual piece. As good as the latter can be, they can be found everywhere on the interwebs, as opposed to your story, which is personal, and unique. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Eric
My pleasure, of course.
yeah yeah with the niceties. where’s the line for the contact high?
Behind me.
BONUS ROUND!
Laughter is what gets me through every day, every hardship every illness. Your post rocks, Becca!
Elyse, thank you for that. I do the same.
I couldn’t agree more, Becca, and I feel pretty blitzed every time I read your blog, so keep up the good work! And I’m really glad your brother is okay.
I also completely agree about that strep throat medicine. Amazeballs.
Thanks Jules, I’ll see if I can swipe you some of that pink crack while I am at it.
Most righteously awesome post, Becca. I too fall in the middle of the spectrum between Western and holistic medicine, leaning towards holistic whenever I can. But laughter trumps both of those, no matter what the ailment.
Thank you Weebs. Sometimes, you have to give in to traditional medical techniques, but I agree on trying to do everything you can naturally before that. I appreciate the support!
Here! Here! Laughter is the BEST medicine for most of what ails us (and of course, not to discount major illnesses).
Personally, I am not for or against anything (pharm vs holistic) – I try to be flexible with what I do depending on the situation.
As an aside, I do wish people realized humor is an art – and you don’t have to write ‘serious’ works or do ‘serious’ acting to be thought of as an artist.
And I do wish people laughed more – especially the snorty kind o’laughter and the kind where your sides hurt because you’re laughing uncontrollably…which makes other then laugh uncontrollably.
You also gotta laugh in the face of adversity else you’ll go ‘adverse’ yourself.
I couldn’t agree more! I definitely see humor as an art form. It takes just as much thought and practice as more “serious” works.
I tend to lose muscle control when I laugh that hard, and it is AWESOME.
Yup – it sure is! An the snort laughter goes with the uncontrollable kind
Absolutely!
Yep. It’s rare when laughter doesn’t work. Have even been known to wake laughing, so there’s obviously something funny in my brain (but I knew that all along.)
You have mastered life if you wake up laughing Val. Teach me your ways!
Well, there’s the thing… I would if I were conscious when I’m unconscious! *grins*
Sounds trippy!
My heart was put on edge when you said, “Lately, it seems that people have more trust in an orange cylinder than a glass of orange juice. They have one finger on the pharmacy speed dial at all times.”
1. Because I don’t like Orange Juice so why should I trust it?
2. My life depends on my medications, so yes I live and die by those orange cylinders.
3. Because I don’t like Orange Juice so why should I trust it?
Loved this, love laughter and although for a second you had me feeling (thisbig), wonderful enlightening piece.
CB
Twist: I don’t like orange juice either! I just needed a good alliteration.
I don’t disagree with prescription medication in the case that it is saving a life or helping one to live free of pain. I simply wanted to point out that it can be taken overboard, abused, and used as an unnecessary crutch by many.
I am glad you enjoyed (mostly) my post ma’am.
I totally agree with you, and have written posts how humor even helped my son (and my whole family) deal with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Also, I’ve noticed over the years that I’m at my wittiest when I’m at the doctor’s or in the hospital…….either as a patient or a visitor. Is it medicine? A defense mechanism? Hey, either way, it works!
It can absolutely be a defense mechanism. I am glad you could relate! The day we stop laughing is the day I am done with Earth.
Laughter indeed does help us get through the hard stuff. I’m glad we have you, Becca.
And I am glad to have y’all!
You let us in without giving up too much of yourself, Becca.
You’re an inspiration, my dear friend. As is your brother.This post truly touched me. I’ve watched my mother struggle with an addiction to pescription medication for years, so your struggle is my own.
Thank you for making me feel a little less isolated.
Hook, I really appreciate this comment. That is exactly what I was trying to accomplish with this post. Thanks for reassuring me that I got my point across the way in which I intended. You are not alone.
Laughter is great medicine. Many of my friends and I find running to be a powerful medicine. Besides helping to prevent obesity, high blood pressure etc it also helps elevate your mood.
After a tough day at work or if I just feel like crap in general, a good run almost always makes me feel better.
My favorite medicine comes in a pair of running shoes!
I have recently learned this you runner you! I have begun waking up at 5 am before work to run and I can not begin to tell you the difference it makes in my mood, performance, and general health. Not to mention the positive effect it has on your looks!
I would much rather go with home and holistic remedies whenever possible. But laughter, no matter what’s going on in your life, always does a body good. I especially love those big laughs, the ones where you can’t catch your breath. Then it calms down and comes back again — in waves over and over. I think of times I’ve done that with family and friends and I can be “there” with the laughter again. Thanks for reminding us of that and I’ll take a year’s supply, with a script that never runs out.
You got it Brigitte! May 2013 be filled with those long winded laughs that make your abs hurt for days!
I concur (like a doctor) that laughter is the very best medicine and I’m thankful that even the most dire of situations I’m able to find something to laugh at. It’s either that or go crazy. I’ve seen crazy, and it’s not pretty. So I’ll take laughter any day.
Oh, and it’s time for my refill.
How did I know you were going to say that? Oh, because I am smart and I follow along. Here is your unlimited refill…
Um, lucky guess? Where? Where is the refill. I missed it!
It’s right there.
*squints* Where?!?!
RIGHT HERE!!!!!!!
I found it!!! Yay! Thank you, Dr. Becca! I’m cured!
It’s Laugh Doctor, but your welcome!
Oh, sorry. I missed the sign on the door.
I don’t know. I injured my hip last night, and laughing sometimes makes me move in a way that makes it hurt more.
You just threw an awesome curve ball. I will admit that the only time laughing is not good is in case of a broken or injured rib… or hip apparently.
Well admittedly, all of the ibuprofen I’ve taken hasn’t done a whole lot for the pain either.
Bummer man. I hope you feel better if that helps at all?
A little. Although percosets would probably help even more.
Most excellent script Becca! or shall we call you The Laugh Doctor? Very nice post.
Honie, you just made my day. I would LOVE to be deemed The Laugh Doctor! Can we make this a thing? I think so.
You got it “Laugh Doctor”. Oh, sorry Brad Pitt, I can’t meet you for “coffee” today, I have an appointment with the Laugh Doctor….yeah, that wouldn’t happen, but we can definitely make it a thing.
I don’t blame you there Honie. Yay! It’s a thing.
I am also a humor blogger and that is why I work so hard on these things. We live in a pretty crappy world sometimes and if we can just get more laughter out there, it wouldn’t be so bad. Thanks for the reminder! I will now go work harder on bringing the laughter! By being bitter!
Do it Ben. It is a delightful job to have, right?
As someone who has been diagnosed with (Pick 3 or 4 letters from the alphabet) Syndrome/Disorder, I can testify (amen!) with first hand knowledge of the therapeutic benefits of laughter. A good belly laugh, or even a small chuckle, can lift a soul from the depths of depression up to the mountain top of hope. Writing my brand of humor is also a prescription much better than anything I can pick up at Rite Aid, with the added benefit of feeling like I accomplished something when I finish a post. Becca hit the nail on the head with this post.
Dude, me too. I use writing humor to heal myself in a way, and the added bonus is knowing that I probably, just maybe, made someone else’s day a bit better. Even if we are dumbasses.
While it’s open to interpretation as to whether what I write is funny or not, the fact remains that I am honored to be the Fearless Leader of the Dumbass Horde – both members.
As you should be!
I fully believe that humor can save us in our darkest times. Sometimes, it’s all we’ve got. Great post, Becca.
Appreciate that.
Great post, Becca. And I see that you liked it as well. That made me smile and laugh a little. Your medicine is working.
I have no shame when I am laughing. Thanks lady!
Laughter is good for the soul. I’ll take a dose of your medicine any day, Becca!
I’ll gladly give it to you Amy!
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Becca,
I like your prescription. It’s always been my philosophy as well. Movies are a great remedy when the blues stifle the writing. In my medicine cabinet you’ll find a copy of Tommy Boy, Ace Ventura, and Anchorman.
I love it. In mine is Bridesmaids, Ted, and Family Guy to name a few.
Bridesmaids was funny as hell. I love that chick from Mike and Molly!
ME TOO. Okay, if you come here.. movie marathon, beer, popcorn, IT’S ON.
Deal.
Adam,
Poor Chris Farley.Loved the man… I think laughter wasn’t enough for his poor soul…
Eric
Eric,
I’m still grieving. I’ll never forget where I was when I found out. We lost a legend.
Adam
Excellent advice! Personally my family has been devastated by prescription meds so I am pretty much inclined to steer as clear as I can. Laughter, Joy, Sunshine – all cures for what ails you!
It really can change your outlook on things. Thank you for the kind words ma’am!
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Wonderful! There was that whole study (I don’t think I’m making this up, but don’t hold me to it.) that talks about smiling. Apparently, smiling releases something in the brain that makes you happy. During the study they would tell people to fake it….and eventually those fake smiles turned into real ones. They made themselves happy….just by smiling.
Becca, wonderful post, wonderfully well written, and wonderful advice. My family has run on laughter my entire life. My husband and I laugh every day to keep the blues away – truly. In my early twenties I had a breast tumor. Family and co-workers were anxious and upset. I told jokes and went to work every day giving “titty reports.” I had surgery; it was benign. I fared better than the worry warts around me. Laughter *is* the best medicine.
Maddie, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, truly. I am so glad you came out healthy after your scare. Cheers to titties!
Brilliant!! It’s my drug of choice.
Touche!
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The only time in my experience when laughter was not helpful was the day after doing 100 abs crunches at the gym. I went to see Shrek 2, and was stuck not being able to laugh because my stomach muscles were not speaking to me due to the aforementioned abuse in the gym.
The solution to that problem is simple. I simply refuse to set foot in a gym again. Laughter is too important!
When I find something funny, I do one of three laughs. Something akin to a cackle, something that’s a right dirty laugh, and then something that’s akin to a seal (the laughter makes no sound, but there’s a squeak/squeal when I breath in). The only downside to the last sort of laugh is that I then end up having a coughing fit…
Thank you for being one of our funny peoples!
Ah yes, the seal laugh. We have all been there! Thanks, and I hope your abs never have to miss a laugh on account of soreness ever again!
Unless I take leave of my senses and start doing sit-ups in my room, unlikely! There is no gym equipment here apart from an elderly bike and a rather fragile looking cross trainer type thing, and they’re in a room where there’s no elbow room and no opening windows. So if I want exercise I’ll take up running.
Or I’ll just keep on telling silly jokes to the Sisters!
Whatever works ma’am!
Exactly! Only it’s too cold to go outside today so I’m going to stay in and be lazy. Or maybe I should just run up the stairs to my room a few times – that might be better!
Cold = Stay in bed as long as possible.
That’s totally what I did this morning! I had to get up early to unlock and then went back to my room, got back into bed and read for a bit. The only reason I finally prised myself out of bed at half 9 was because I needed to shower and get breakfast.
The plan is to be back in bed as soon as possible after 8pm, again with a book, and read for a good while and just enjoy being warm and snuggled up with my duvet.
Actually, I think there’s a 2nd prescription to go with yours of laughter, and that’s duvet days. Days when you basically take the time out to pamper yourself. To have a bath instead of a shower, to blow dry your hair, to maybe go for a walk or to curl up on the sofa with a blanket and a good book or film, and to just tell the world to leave you alone for a day.
That sounds amazing right about now. Maybe when I take my next vacation…
Great post, Becca.
Don’t forget to label your bottle of laughter with this warning: “Side Effects: May cause wet pants.”
Hilariously true Kylie! Thanks!
All too true…
As I read this with the head cold from Hades deepest kitchen I am pondering if I should laugh at the bag of kleenex. No, I will glare and demand they take themselves to the trash later, when the fog of lifts.
You are right though, laughter (for all but my head cold) is very often the very best medicine.
Hope you feel better soon!
This was great Becca. Thanks for reminding me of all the benefits that laughter has to offer.
Gladly ma’am!
Is it odd that I get all tingly and warm when people call me that?
Not at all. It’s always been a southern thing for me. I call everyone ma’am, except the boys of course.
Well, you may call me ma’am as often as you’d like.
I love this post to death. I take this “drug” to heart. You can always hearing me laughing from a mile away…and yes, I’m a snorter. I’ll admit it. But, I love it more than anything. In my deepest, darkest downs, I always manage to climb my way back up because I rely heavily on laughter to keep my going. I also know it’s a choice. It’s a choice to welcome that laughter into my life on a continuous daily basis.
When I laugh so hard I cry, that’s when I know I’ve hit a gold mine.
You will be just fine then
. Long, laughter-filled life ahead of you for certain Vyv.
Yee-haw!!
I certainly hope so!!