醫療, 健康與品質報19號 Health Renaissance No.19
2008/01/09 (創刊： 2007/12/25) 主編：鍾漢清
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Dekkai Uchuu ni Ai ga Aru was her favorite song. Because she loved Momusu, they came to perform at this charity event to honor her memory.
Is laughter the best medicine? Who knows, but it's loads of fun
BY BECKY PALMSTRØM, CONTRIBUTING WRITER
We know how much better we feel after a good giggle, but laughter therapy suggests that even forced laughter can be beneficial. Yes, that fake laughter you squeeze out for your boss' humorless jokes might actually be good for your health.
The theory goes that laughing not only stimulates endorphins and the immune system, but also leads to the release of tension and a positive attitude. Through the physical action of laughing, you gain all of the benefits, regardless of the stimulus. The focus, as Mary Tadokoro, founder of Tokyo Laughter Club, explained, is on "faking it till you make it."
But how do you get strangers to laugh together, without large amounts of alcohol, clowns or humiliation? In my worst nightmares, I imagined Mary performing a stand-up comic routine. But swallowing my fears, I went along to find out.
Attendees ranged from a frail lady, with her grown-up daughter, to a university professor. We got straight to it. Apparently laughing activates the right, creative side of your brain, whereas language comes from the left, so one of the first rules is not to speak when you're laughing.
"I want you to laugh at each other's self-introductions," Mary instructed. It was disorienting to have a group of strangers greet my introduction with peals of manic forced laughter. But perhaps it was the beginning of a lesson in not taking myself so seriously. Indeed, as the session progressed, it seemed that the unexpected breaking of social norms freed us to laugh with varying degrees of genuineness.
As a group, we threw ourselves into "sexy laughs," "monster laughs" or "hyena laughs" accompanied by silly dancing or a taped baby's giggle. Laughing became the default response. By hour three, I was exhausted (or perhaps that was just the endorphin high).
As we sat crammed together on three yoga mats so we could feel the laughter vibrate through the group, it occurred to me that crying and laughter use the same stomach muscles. As soon as I thought that, I wished I hadn't. And once I started dwelling on what would happen if I burst into hysterical tears, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. My stomach kept contracting as I faked a giggle along with everyone else. I sternly told myself, "Don't you dare start crying ..."
Mary saved me just as I was about to break. She asked us to meditate on two songs. The first, Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called To Say I Love You" and Bob Geldof's "Do They Know It's Christmas?" Although this was the one point in the entire session, when knackered from the exertion of the last few hours, no one else was laughing, I couldn't stop a genuine giggle from escaping. This was better than stand-up comedy, and if Tokyo Laughter Club is to be believed, just as healthy.