Coffee spoons and afternoons

Afternoons and Coffee spoonsWell, here I am after a well earned rest for you after having given you information overload. I spent the morning resting because I woke up thinking “am I getting up, or going to bed”  I waited for the sun to rise, then it dawned on me and so made 2 cups of tea (one each) drank it whilst electrocuting my feet with a double foot shaped tens machine. Hmmm, the idea is to teach the nerves in my feet what they’re supposed to do. So far, they’ve taught my brain how my foot nerves sense and transmit the feeling of low current high voltage electrocution. The setting goes from 1 to 99. Vicki (the boss) can cope with a setting up to about 4. I lather the soles of my feet with gel used for tens machines and by the time the setting hits 40 I can feel a tingle and by the time I’ve got it onto my preferred setting of 70 I feel the electricity AND I can see my feet and ankles flex as if I’m strapped into the national grid. Feels ok though and gives my ankle joints a much needed flex. Warning TMI (but vital to the next bit).
After sleep, tea, electrocution and another snooze, I decided not to get dressed and slipped on some cosy pyjamas – as I said – TMI and have a ‘jama~in day’. Great! Log burner on, wood fire lit, and music in my head.
I then started typing this next offering for my now 5 readers. I tend to hum music whilst doing other things but then realised what the tune I was humming was with the words scrolling across my brain. UGH! How apt! Reminder – I am writing this wearing jim-jams’ with a pessimistic hair style, that’s a head half empty. The song I was singing to myself was (and still am)Afternoons and Coffee spoons by The Crash test dummies.If you can’t remember it, here are the lyrics.

What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I've had my lungs checked out with X rays
I've smelled the hospital hallways
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my prescription
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffee spoons and T.S. EliotMaybe if I could do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi.....................................

And here is a link to the song on youtube, just in case you’re like me, ointment, I’m happy to rub it in

The video has to come with a sensitivity warning. If you are and easily thrown off skew by certain medical procedures, ask your auntie Cathy ‘ter check it out first. No it isn’t graphic or rude but you will have no doubts about what bit of the video is about. You are warned :-}
I’ll type more early next week.  TTFN