The Healing Power of Humor

The most wasted of all days is that in which we have not laughed.

Nicolas Chamfort

I really enjoyed yesterday's focus group and would have participated in it for nothing if asked. There were ten of us,  and some of the subjects we  touched on nutrition, medical care, medication, etc., and all unanimously agreed that we would like to have someone come to the Center to provide us with more information on preventative health care and nutrition.  One tries to eat healthy, but it seems that eating healthy is more expensive...at least in the city it is.  

Yesterday's lunch at the Center was fantastic.  Well, we actually began with a breakfast of jelly donuts and grape juice and a short explanation of Hanukkah.  Then, for lunch we had the most delicious homemade lentil soup, tuna, pickled beets, and pickled green beans.  It was fabulous and one of the best lunches there in a long time.

Hubby bought himself a joke book yesterday, and by the end of the evening, he had me climbing walls with some pretty corny jokes.  I mean, enough was enough, but they sure were cute, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.   Here are a few I remember.

Q. What did they call the cat who ate a lemon? 
A.  A sour puss.

Q. Is chicken soup good for you when you are sick?
A.  Not if you are the chicken.

Q. Why did the pantyhose need a lawyer?
A.  Because they were on the 'run'. 

Q.  What did the judge say when the skunk entered the courtroom?
A.  Odor in the court. 

Q.  What did the doctor say when his nurse told him the invisible man was in the waiting room?
A.  Tell him I can't see him.

Q. Why did the doctor become angry?
A.  Because he lost his patients.

And you know what?  I never did get to finish that chapter I was trying to read nor did I get to watch the television show I'd been wanting to see, but I sure did enjoy the evening. He had me laughing so hard the tears were running out of my eyes, and my tummy and sides were beginning to hurt.  It felt good to share a good laugh after all the stress we have been under for the past few weeks. He needed it, and I know I needed it, and for a short while, all of our worries flew out the window. Laughter surely does heal. 

A man isn't poor if he can still laugh.  

Raymond Hitchcock

 Mirth is God's medicine.  Everybody ought to bathe in it.  

Henry Ward Beecher