The pain was no laughing matter – not like hitting your “funny bone” or tripping over some invisible thing on the sidewalk. Not even like the old slipping-on-a-banana-peel routine. This was full-on get-me-to-the-ER-on-time pain. As a Laughter Wellness Instructor I felt betrayed by the “laughter is the best medicine” philosophy. What was so funny about this?
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MRIs are not technically painful, but can be uncomfortable and anxiety inducing. I’ve developed my own form of meditation to calm myself and keep from moving. Using a laughter yoga chant, I take a deep breath and begin to recite “Ho Ho Ha Ha” in my mind. Memories of groups I have lead in this dancing chant exercise fill my mind and I can actually feel the joyful, creative movement. If headphones with music are available, I request something lively, and keep my chant in time to the music. If not, I try to keep time with the percussive jazz sounds of the MRI machine. Beeps, buzzes, thumps and bangs. I imagine Buddy Rich or the Blue Man Group drumming on the outside of the MRI tube, and it takes some of the scariness out of the cacophony.
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