Laughing: The Ultimate Medicine (Without the Side Effects of Diarrhea)

Let’s take a moment to appreciate that squishy, mysterious, beautiful mess we call “Inside me.” Well, not just your pancreas (although big shout-out to the pancreas, working quietly in the background like an unpaid apprentice). I’m talking about the whole internal crew—body, mind, and that weird little voice that narrates your life like it’s a reality show.

Taxi, please...

Health, especially mental health, is the VIP passenger in this wild taxi ride called life. Without it, everything gets weird. Coffee doesn’t hit the same. You cry during shampoo commercials. You start arguing with your houseplants. (Sorry again, Lemonilla.)

But here’s the magic trick no one talks about enough: *LAUGHING.* That free, side-effect-free, mildly wheezy thing we do when something’s funny—or when we trip on nothing and pretend it was “part of the dance.”

Medical true story

Laughter boosts your immune system, lowers stress, and makes your abs hurt without doing a single crunch (perfect, I'm not a fan of exercises). Honestly, if it were a pill, it’d cost a lot.

The benefits of laughter extend deeply into the realm of mental health. Humor acts as a helpful coping mechanism, providing individuals with a lighter perspective during tough times.

In essence, laughter is more than just a fleeting emotional response; it is a powerful mechanism that positively impacts our entire being.

So here’s a big question:

Why don’t we have comedy clubs in hospitals or hospices?

I mean...we have chapels/pray room, gift shops, and vending machines that only sell snacks. But where’s the stand-up show? Where’s the Netflix and giggles?

Seriously, wouldn’t healing be faster if someone told jokes during blood pressure checks? “Hey, your pressure’s high, but not as high as the parking fees out front!”

Maybe people are afraid someone will laugh so hard they pull a stitch. But honestly, if laughter causes a minor medical setback, isn’t that...proof it’s working?

Hospitals could use a comedy club. No, not for chicken wings—although, also yes—but a literal club where people can go to laugh, snort, and forget for a minute that they’re in socks with zero grip or with a catheter.

Conclusion

Take your meds, eat your veggies, go to therapy—but also, please, laugh. At yourself. At life. At that one doctor whose name tag always falls off.

Your “Inside me” will thank you. Probably in a whispery British accent.

Stay weird, stay healthy, and don’t forget to giggle like your pancreas depends on it.