[camyam73]

WELL - I guess it's better than fits of rage... and thankfully it's only happened in my house with my husband and kids present... But yes, I find myself prone to silly fits of laughter at the strangest times... Usually it is related to something funny, but once I get started, I cannot stop, laughing till I can hardly breathe and tears are streaming down my face. My kids find it hysterical, but I laugh so long and so hard, my head hurts afterwards! I noticed it a few weeks ago, and didn't really make the connection to my head injury till this past weekend... I like to laugh, but I haven't laughed like that in years, and certainly not at the trivial things I seem to find so funny right now.

Anyways, these stupid head injuries have so many awful side effects... Just wondering if anyone has any amusing stories related to this like mine....

[Ziggo]

In my last visit to neurologist, he told me that after me some time later came another guy with pretty similar head injury like me, he had the same thing, he was constantly laughing a lot and couldnt stop....he was happy though that im normal

[Mark in Idaho]

At least laughter is a good way to oxygenate the brain. Even if it causes head aches, the oxygenation should be worth the pain.

[katie71083]

I didn't really smile or laugh for months - though I was known for my smile before. I'm just starting to again, and yes, I often laugh like that. My family is like - ok, it's time to stop laughing now! I rarely laugh in public; thankfully(?), I'm not relaxed enough to laugh about anything when I'm around non-comfort-zone people.

I am to the point where I can get amused at how long it takes me to get a joke nowadays. And once I do get it, I've thought so hard about it, that it simply isn't amusing. It feels more like working hard and scoring an A on a test!

[Margarite]

Some might think this morbid, but the fact that I just keep hitting my head has become a joke with almost everyone at my school. People will be like "Oh, don't do that you might hit Margarite in the head!" and I will be sitting all the way across the room. Others have designed marshmallow helmets for me.
It is so weird to people that they can only act with laughter or sympathy and I encourage the laughter.
I even wrote a sonnet about my headache

Master Mine, Master Mind,
Master of My Mind

He thinks they are my foes and to be feared,
He will not let them come without a fight.
They come now wishing me to be all cheered,
He will not let them come, he holds me tight.
Their mates approach as well, but he holds fast.
None can or do approve his jealous care,
Demanding he retreat and die at last.
The pang of his reply tells me, “Beware!”
He claims his right of me for my mistake.
He banishes all hope of other joy,
Impossible to leave and him forsake,
My constant friend, to him I cry “le roy!”
His the gift which is beyond all measure.
His the gift, my much beloved treasure.

He is the headache.
They and their mates are those things which everyone else thinks are great like light and sound, but in me they cause headaches nausea and dizziness.
The mistake is my first concussion caused by me falling off of a horse that I should not have been riding.
The gift is all those things that this trouble has helped me to learn such as patience and understanding for those who are ill or how to grow in self despite pain.

Just trying to take joy out of pain.
Good Luck All!