Last year, I had a shoulder injury that left me with intense, chronic pain for long, long months. I tried pain medication, physical therapy, chiropractors of all kinds, laser treatment, cortisone shots, whiskey, cookies - everything. But what really made a difference was the discovery of The Boosh. The most innovative, surreal, British cult comedy show I've ever seen.

I learned that there is no medication more powerful than a good crimp.  

"Bouncy Bouncy
Oh such a good time
Bouncy Bouncy
Shoes all in a line
Bouncy Bouncy
Everybody 
summersault,
summersault
Summertime
Everybody sing along
Bouncy Bouncy
oh such a good time
Bouncy Bouncy..."

Yes, it's a boring cliché -  laughter, medicine, blah, blah. But these two zoo keepers crimping about a birthday bouncy house, or freezing their asses off on the tundra in ridiculously awesome fur coats actually mitigated the pain. Better than Vicodin. Better than Valium. Seriously.

It's not just laughter. It's seeing the truth in a silly, campy, outrageous, low-budget comedy show that doesn't try to be anything other than it is. Look, people, we are all nuts in our own specific ways, and we still connect, and we still love, and we make stupid decisions wholeheartedly. 

Those two - Vince Noir (Noel Fielding) and Howard Moon (Julian Barratt) couldn't be more different from one other. Yet, even when they annoy the hell out of each other, they connect, and they get on with life. 

So, I watched the show, over and over, with my boyfriend who's actually just as cool and funny as Vince Noir, and who also wears furry coats and eyeliner, and I started to feel a little better. 

When a total wimp is fighting a kangaroo, or you hear the crimp:

"Tube Mouse, I love you so, I took you from the underground, And brought you home, Put you in my jacket pocket, And took you to the meeting,"

you just can't be that upset about pain. So, it hurts. Fine. It will get better, or it won't. In either case, one can put on a furry coat and crimp. Even at home, like I still do sometimes. In the middle of the night, dancing on the bed.  

The Mighty Boosh taught me to be okay with whatever is happening and to find the truth and funny in it. Yes, I still need a lot of practice. That's okay though. My shoulder is still healing. Maybe I should stop writing and put on an episode. Just one. Really.