Laughing My Way Through the Pain of IBD

Laughing My Way Through the Pain of IBD
Recently, one of my friends shared an article about how people who appreciate dark humor generally are highly intelligent. All this time I thought I was being a smart aleck, but I was actually being smart! The article cited a study published in the journal Cognitive Processing that defined black humor as "a kind of humour that treats sinister subjects like death, disease, deformity, handicap or warfare with bitter amusement.” Reading both the article and the study reminded me of the time when I was a teenager and my mother called me “demented” because of my sense of humor. And that was before I was diagnosed with a chronic disease. One would think that having chronic health problems and being told that your body is a ticking time bomb destroying itself from the inside out would send a person into a downward spiral. For me, it was comedic gold, and I use humor to see the “bright side” of living with chronic disease. In being diagnosed with not one, but two — and now possibly three — chronic diseases, I have a choice: make myself miserable by feeling sorry for myself and make everyone else miserable by constantly complaining about my health, or make myself and others smile by managing my illness with grace and finding the joys in life. I’ve always chosen the latter, usually by makin
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