They say laughter is the best medicine. I'm a firm believer in making light of things and looking on the bright side.
When I was in hospital after falling off my bike and fracturing among other things, my jaw, the staff kept coming in to see what all the giggling was about in my cubical. I kept having to plead with my Mum not to make me laugh as it hurt my face too much.
The weeks following my accident I was a little down in the dumps on occasion especially as Robert was in the UK babysitting for his sister who was having her third child and I was struggling with bits and pieces at home alone. My remedy was hours of DVDs with comedies. The Victor of Dibley on many evenings made me feel a lot more cheerful, even if laughing was still painful and I had to hold my face.
When Mum had her hysterectomy, a bunch of my friends visited her the night before the op and luckily she had her own room as we were giggling and trying to behave. The nurses came to see what was happening and said how nice it was hearing people enjoying themselves as half the visitors ended up making the patients feel worse!
A friend of mines mother is terminally ill. She has been terminally ill for the last 20+ years and has at this point outlived all her friends. She always jokes with her doctor about whether she should still buy green bananas or to get the ripe ones