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Writer’s Island: Clarity

22 Jan

This week’s prompt from Writer’s Island immediately made me think of the Johnny Nash song, I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Has Gone.  Then I thought it would be a great song to sing if the Hub was one day miraculously cured of his CFS/ME.  This is the quickest I’ve ever written from a prompt; but it’s easy when the words are already there for you.

An M.E.Pastiche In Anticipation Of The Great Day When Doctors Find A Cure (with apologies to Johnny Nash)

I can see clearly now the pain has gone
I’ll no longer fall over obstacles in my way
Gone are the migraines that had me blind
It’s going to be a great, great, great pain-free day
It’s going to be a great, great, great pain-free day
I know I can walk straight now the pain has gone
All of the inflammation has disappeared
Here is the energy I’ve been praying for
It’s going to be a great, great, great pain-free day
Look at me now
There’s nothing but big smiles
Look straight at me, no pain in my eyes
I know I can live again, the pain has gone
All of the dreadful pain has disappeared
I can see clearly now the pain has gone
It’s going to be a great, great, great pain-free day
It’s going to be a great, great, great pain-free day
It’s going to be a great, great, great pain-free day

The original lyrics:

I can see clearly now the rain has gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s going to be a bright, bright sunshiny day
It’s going to be a bright, bright sunshiny day
I think I can make it now the pain has gone
And all of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I’ve been praying for
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day
Look all around
There’s nothing but blue skies
Look straight ahead nothing but blue skies
I think I can make it now the pain has gone
And all of the bad feelings have disappeared
I can see clearly now the rain has gone
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day
It’s gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day

No Teeth Were Harmed In The Making Of This Post

7 Feb

Scratching around for something to write about that doesn’t involve my sore gums – at long last starting to heal so that I’m only crying three times a day now – I hit upon my old cuttings notebook and I thought I’d share a few more funnies with you.

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An old Garfield cartoon, in which it is obvious that Jim Davis has been spying on me:

Jim: Nothing lasts forever

Garfield: Except whatever is in the back of the refrigerator

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A cartoon strip called Animal Crackers, by Fred Wagner:

Scene: An aging gnu and two frogs in the grass.

Frog One to Gnu: Sit!…Sit!

The gnu ignores him.

Frog Two to Frog One: Don’t you know you can’t teach an old gnu dog tricks?

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I always bin chain letters but this one really scared me; I don’t know where it came from:

This letter was started by a woman like yourself in the hope of bringing relief to tired and discontented women.  Just send a copy of this letter to five of your friends who are equally tired and discontented.  Then bundle up your husband or boyfriend and send him to the woman whose name appears at the top of the list.  When your name comes to the top of the list you will receive 16,337 men and one of them is bound to be better than the one you already have.

DO NOT BREAK THE CHAIN.  ONE WOMAN WHO DID THAT GOT HER OWN MAN BACK.

Promises, Promises

6 Feb

So much for stronger painkillers: at one o’clock this morning I found myself in the Hub’s arms, blubbing like a girl that ‘They didn’t work.  They didn’t work.’  My face felt twice its normal size and throbbed from crown to chin.  A couple of magic pills in the form of co-codamol, however, and the pain eased enough for me to sleep.   My face was throbbing again when I woke up at eight this morning (late for me) so I took some more co-codamol and it is temporarily bearable.   I hope the antibiotics start working soon. 

I am rather bored with the whole thing now, and it would be nice to have something else to blog about but, oww.

A Denture Adventure

3 Feb

A Denture Adventure

 

A juvenile reaction

to a baby tooth extraction: 

Yeah!

£2!

(Inflation)

 

A middle-aged reaction

to a wisdom tooth extraction:

 Quake

Quiver

Sob

Shiver

Cry

Weep

Pills

Sleep

Moan

Complain

Groan

Pain

 

An elderly reaction

to a last-ever extraction:

 Sigh

  Slurp

  Burp

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