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Finding Fantasy, Scandal, & Humor in Darkness Our need laugh—or, indeed, howl—in the face of awfulness is exactly what makes us human. So Last week was a very miserable time for me. I drove myself the Emergency Room. The doc says he has put in NG Tube in . I told the doctor that I usually say FiretrUCK as a euphemism for the F-word but if it gets REALLY bad, you are gonna hear the F-Word. It was REALLY bad and he heard the F-Word with no filter along with a few other politically incorrect words. I knew it was a medical necessity but I asked all the staff member when are we taking this obnoxious thing out. The Highlight was that there was a gorgeous black nurse on my ward but flirting is impossible with that dumb IG Tube stick in my face. I told him the next time they try to put one of these things in me, we are talking palliative care. The next day was exploratory surgery. I felt my face and it was gone. Yippee it's gone I told the surgical crew. I was back in my room and told the Black Nurse. You are so gorgeous but fortunately your virtue is safe. I never compromise a man's virtue unless he is one year older than my oldest . My older is 41 , He pull off part of his mask show his gray beard and mentioned being 47 saying that means my virtue isn't safe. Naw, it's still safe, I need more war paint proceed. As he was leaving his shift, he advised that he was leaving in good hands. "None of them will match your masculine splendor but I am sure that they are competent." There was laughter in the background. I was told that he hears that a lot. I rode a ambulance to another hospital anticipating more torture. I watch the snow cover hills, trees and cows in the field as the ambulance sailed ahead. Suddenly I started hearing a choir sing "Silent Night" I wasn't sure it it was the Medication or God talking to me. I asked the EMT if they were playing Silent Night. I don't hear a thing she told me. I got on my cell phone and played Scandal and Shame in the Family. It silenced that Silent Night singing choir. Maybe I was crazy but God works though coincidences. The other hospital wasn't quite as bad in the torture department but I did feel like I was kicked in the gut after the second surgery. My tummy was in my chest and they had to put it back where it belongs. It's good to be home again. I've lost weight courtesy of a seven day involuntary fast. My body feels normal and this might alleviate other physical maladies. Thank God for Modern Medicine but FiretrUCK those NG Tubes.  Abracadabra  |
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Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Woe is me, shame and scandal in the family In Trinidad there was a family With much confusion as you will see There was a mama and a papa and a boy who was grown He wanted to marry and have a wife of his own He met a young girl who suited him nice He went to his papa to ask his advice His papa said, "Son, I have to say no That girl is your sister but your mama don't know" Hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family A week went by and the summer came down And soon another girl on the island, he found He went to his papa to name the day His papa shook his head and this time he did say "You can't marry this girl, I have to say no That girl is your aunty but your granny don't know Hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Now, he went to his mama and covered his head He told his mama what his papa had said His mama, she laughed, she said, "Go man, go Your daddy ain't your daddy but your daddy don't know" Hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Hey, worries, it worries me, shame and scandal in the family Hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Hey, hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Hey, hey, hey, woe is me, shame and scandal in the family Songwriters: Lord Melody, Sir Lancelot Abracadabra
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Good thing I wasn't there visiting you, we could have "fought" over that nurse. ROFL. Why do all the good looking ones now seem to be young enough to be our kids? Or worse yet, grandkids! I laugh when I see the pictures some of the gals our age post.... don't know if I should adopt them or feel like a pedophile! Oh yeah, I know I'm happily married, but I can still appreciate a good looking guy... or gal. Beauty is to be enjoyed, even from a hospital bed. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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I remember that song so well, always gave me a laugh  
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HOW GREAT TO HAVE A GOOD LOOKING GUY AROUND. THERE SURE ARE NOT VERY MANY AROUND HERE. SO SORRY YOU HAVE BEEN SO ILL AND HOPE YOU ARE MUCH BETTER NOW.
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