A few days ago I was at an appointment with a new neurologist with whom I'll be working. (More on this later.)
During the medical consultation, I took note how stoic he was. Very pensive, very serious. I mean, this is serious stuff and he is a scientist... clearly he takes his work to heart and cares about his patients; I appreciate his attention to detail on my behalf. But it was like razor-sharp serious in there. My personality can't take that for too long. :) Though he is my age, he wore a bow tie. ? Yikes. Something like that makes me want to poke the bear with the stick. :)
So we're talking and exchanging information ... blah blah blah... I was, of course, being calm and was describing things as any normal :) person would. I would occasionally throw in a rather benign attempt at humor, to which he never really seemed to respond. He just continued with his next question. Hhhmm. Ok, this was a challenge, I decided.
"I'm gonna get this little f'er!", I would think to myself, mischievously. :)
So we begin some of the physical examination. He does some basic reflex tests and as he puts his stethoscope on my chest to listen to my heartbeat, I lunge forward and scream... "Aaaaaahhhh!" He jumps back, eyes wide! I start to laugh. Then he laughs, "You scared me!" And he collects himself... but laughs again as he shakes his head.
Got him. :) I can reel in anyone if needed. :)
But wait. There's more. (You knew there would be!)
Towards the end of the appointment by now I'd actually gotten him laughing a few other times at my comments. The energy in that room (the "aura", something I completely believe in) was completely different. His physicality had even altered - his shoulders were more relaxed, he wasn't as "stiff" - all of which I found incredibly fascinating to observe.
One time he was spastically typing information into the computer, fingers flying acrss the keyboard, as I was answering his questions.
I joked, "I know you're really typing in there 'this chick is a deranged lunatic' aren't you?"
Doctor: "Oh I'm definitely typing that!" and he smiled.
He told me his wife had gone to Duke (yuck!) so of course I had to start throwing the Carolina jabs at him. When he told me she didn't even follow basketball I gasped in horror and joked, "What is WRONG with her???!! That's all we did there!! She was one of those 'academia's', huh? I hated those smarties!", I said with a smile and wink - and he laughed.
So he's describing the procedure I am coming in for at the end of the month - he'll be sticking needles into my muscles to measure the electrical currents in my muscles while they contract ... (Fun!) ... and then we'll be scheduling a muscle biopsy. (JZ told me those are not enjoyable so she'll "be going with me". Bless her.)
So, doc explains a little more about the needles procedure and says, "Don't wear any lotion that day."
Carole: "No lotion?"
Carole: "What about Vagisil? Is that ok?"
Dr: (He's onto me by now) He smiles. "Yup, that's fine. Vagisil is fine."
You gotta love your little Sharpie. :)
As we end the appointment I extend my hand, thank him for his help and tell him I appreciate getting to work with him.
Doc: "My pleasure. You've made my day today."
Carole: "And this is me sober. Imagine if I'd had a drink!", I say with a smile.
He smiles at me and chuckles out loud.
Moral of the story - and pretty much my life objective: laughter makes EVERYTHING better ... and, watch what happens when you get someone else smiling and giggling. Their entire demeanor changes, even their body language. It's no wonder people always say laughter is always the best medicine... look what happens to people. That chemical that gets released into the body when people laugh - it CHANGES you.
It is marvelously magical... and until I die I will look to do this for people whenever I can.
Making someone laugh, watching them change, I swear there is no feeling I like more than that..
Well... ok... there is ONE feeling I like more than that.
See.... the laugh feels good! :)