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When was the last time you laughed? Like hardcore, belly, almost pee your pants laughed? Laughter truly is the best medicine!  If you can’t remember I challenge you to think about the company you keep and find a crowd that causes the above-mentioned kind of laughter. Why? For your own mental health during this crazy time with the coronavirus, but also because today is National Let’s Laugh Day!

Here are the other reasons why you should spend time with people that make you laugh (even if it is via FaceTime with a cup of my chai tea for now.) According to the Mayo Clinic, the short term and long term benefits are that laughter can lighten your load mentally and it can actually induce physical changes in your body. It can also:

  1. A laugh fires up and cools down your stress responses and it can increase your heart rate and blood pressure.  The result? A good, relaxed feeling.
  2. Laughter can also stimulate circulation and aid muscle relaxation.
  3. Relieve pain-Laughter produces natural pain killers.
  4. Laughter boosts the immune system-don't we all need that right now? Laughter decreases stress hormones and increases immune cells and infection-fighting antibodies, thus improving your resistance to disease.
  5. Last, but not least, laughing burns calories. 

If you don’t spend time with a fun crowd here are some tips for getting in a good laugh each day.

  1. Read the good old funny pages.
  2. Watch YouTube videos about cats and cucumbers.  I love this one!
  3. Look up some funny memes, there are some SUPER creative people out there creating memes about the virus.
  4. Pull up some comedians on YouTube

We don’t laugh because we’re happy — we’re happy because we laugh. ~ William James

What makes you laugh? Any favorite jokes that you like to tell?

From the gravel road,


We had a ton of laughs at our Fondue Party, maybe you could try while your family is participating in social distancing.


10 Years ago today I got a second chance at life. Some of you know this story and some don’t, but it is part of my life and part of why I am the person I am today.

In March 6th of 2009, I was scheduled for an MRI because of a killer headache that I had experienced the previous weekend, I had no idea what the next months of my life would be like.  

That day I left my job with another killer headache, blurred vision, and literally threw up into a cup for 45 minutes as I drove myself to the hospital where my MRI was scheduled to take place.  The MRI wasn’t scheduled until 4:00 that afternoon, but I walked into the ER at 1:00 knowing that something was not right. I was diagnosed with spinal meningitis that evening, I don’t remember much at all of that time when I was in the local hospital.  I remember lots of yellow gowns and wanting to cover up with tons of blankets, but the nurses kept pulling them off of me because my fever was so high. I would doze on and off and don’t really remember the events leading up to my transfer to St. Mary’s in Rochester, Minnesota.  

What I do remember is the transfer to Rochester.  The ambulance was cold, bumpy, and I felt very alone.  For that ride to Minnesota my headache did subside (I now know it was probably from the help of a whole lot of morphine.) By the time they unloading me and got me to a room the doctors attempted yet another spinal tap while in my hospital room and it was literally the most painful feeling I have ever endured in my life, my head felt like it was exploding, the faintest light made my eyes feel like the were being yanked out by a hand in the back of my head, and even the faintest touch of a hand send pain through my entire body.  That was the night my grandparents visited me. I know, this freaks people out, but on that night I now know just how close I was to leaving this earth. I vividly remember my Grandma Bushbaum standing there with a glass of diet coke with lemon and a fly swatter in her hand.  I vividly remember by Grandpa saying they were just coming by to check on me.  I vividly remember asking to go with them and my Grandpa saying, “No, Jenifire. You have to stay here.” My grandma kissed my forehead and they left.

My next memories fade in and out and include lots of hallways, bright lights that caused intense pain, and lots of vomiting.

I spent the next 4 weeks in and out of hospitals both local and out of state.  I had a 1 year old, my husband had a new job, and I was in the first year of a very demanding job.  

Obviously, I am here typing this post today, so you know the story ended well. It was definitely a long road of many ups and downs, but those weeks changed my life forever!  There were times that I truly did not know if I would get to watch my baby girl grow up and days that my body hurt so badly I wasn’t sure I could keep fighting. I had blood clots in both arms and had gone through more spinal taps than anyone should ever have to endure.

I don’t think I fully realized the “trauma” that my mind and body went through in 2009, but I am often reminded when I have to have a routine blood draw for my Crohn's Disease checks or when I have to lay still for a CT scan or MRI to check my guts.  Even a routine blood draw now causes anxiety to creep in and I literally have to have to go to a different space in my head to prepare for a CT scan. I don’t suffer headaches often, but when I do my mind immediately goes to the thought that this could be it again. (Obviously not every headache is from meningitis, but once you have experienced the feeling it is one you never forget.)

That extremely difficult road I traveled in 2009 didn’t just leave me with anxiety and chronic weakness in my hands.  It left me with a second chance at life. It left me with hope that there is a beautiful place called heaven where our loved ones that have passed are waiting for us.  It left me with a desire to LIVE life to its fullest and never take it for granted. It left me with a desire to leave nothing unsaid, to dream big and huge, and to love every birthday, hug, and event that occurs in my life.

Have you experienced a second chance at life? I am always fascinated by stories of second chances and would love to hear about it.

From the gravel road-


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