Laughter, NOt good Medicine. (headache poem)

Laughter, Not Good Medicinem

There once was a girl who loved to laugh,
Strangers often thought her daft
Energetic, free spirited, wildly drunk on life-
She cared not
What others thought

Till doctors impaired those vital things
That keep the body right
and laughter-
Became danger zone; the brink of disaster

Lancing pain from base of skull
Through orb of eye
She could not cry-

Indeed she could not speak or move
She lay.
The girl who loved to laugh
Perhaps she would be daft

And others cared
They prayed

thought still within her fought.

by zoe ashcraft 

This has been my experience. Laughter is no longer good medicine- except in very small doses. Otherwise, it renders me catotonic for a spell, and is preceeded by terrible head pain.