The next morning, as they prepped me for surgery, I had to rely on my humor to stay sane and not breakdown crying. I had a song stuck in my head that oddly gave me strength and serenity: Blue Oyster Cult’s 1976 hit “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper.” “Seasons don’t fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are.” There was no sense in fearing what was about to happen. It was out of my control. The song gave me a sense of solace. I found it ironically comical to be singing that song to myself. It was a matter of laugh or cry, or in this case, laugh or die. As they wheeled me into the holding area, I tried cracking jokes with the orderly. They gave me a lovely blanket made of what looked like bubble-wrap and readied me for anesthesia. The orderly rolled me toward the surgery room, and I was still joking about the situation. I asked him if he ever had patients joke as they were being c...
Using Mindfulness and Humor to Manage Stress and Find Happiness. It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.