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| Selma Bouvier |
Yesterday, my Patient Spouse and I were going to see yet another brain specialist. I am committed to solving this mystery, to stop the ceaseless spinning.
When I can walk, I'll never sit again. I plan on standing up forever. But that's for another rant on some other day.
Today I'm still laughing about something the PS did on the way to the brain doctor yesterday.
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| Stand Back! It's Stevie! |
Going to the umpteenth "consultation" was another medical mind to probe, one more lead to follow.
I will keep searching until I find the key to neuroplasticity. That is, in effect, a damaged brain's ability to create new connections between the brain and your muscles. In my case, I'm unable to walk, stand or speak. I'll keep looking for answers. Accompanying me on this dark journey has always been my PS. He makes me laugh several times a day.
We were listening to some "classic rock" station and they played Stevie Nicks' anthem-like "Stnnd Back". He started singing the song in a pitch perfect Selma from "The Simpsons" I laughed so hard, I blew water out of my nose!
I rarely smile since '11 but I'm always looking for anything funny! And Selma/Stevie was darn humorous! The raspy voice of the chain-smoking, DMV working, Homer-hating, Bouvier sister (she has an identical twin, Patty) was pure hysteria!
I live a life now buried in ridiculous circumstances. Just yesterday I wheeled over a new brassiere without being aware of it. Somehow a wheel "ate" the Lycra straps and my crummy wheelchair seized up like a fishing yacht that gets fishing line caught in the propeller. Oh, man! Really!?!
A bra paralyzing my much-despised metal wheels? Say "it ain't so, Joe!"
Welcome to my world. Post brain tumor.
Classy with a Kapitol "K"!
No one said juggling chainsaws was "Breakfast at Tiffany's"!
I could have spent hours trying to detangle the wheel but every time I tried it seized up even tighter!
I just had to laugh! It was pretty funny!
Of course, the PS came along and detangled it in about two seconds.
It's another reason I have to be as ready as possible for whatever ridiculous set of circumstances might come next: killer bees, zombie robots, wheel tangles, I don't know for sure what's coming only that something is.
Forrest Gump was right. Life is like a box of chocolates.
As Homer (Simpson) might say, "Mmmm, chocolate!"
I will keep searching until I find the key to neuroplasticity. That is, in effect, a damaged brain's ability to create new connections between the brain and your muscles. In my case, I'm unable to walk, stand or speak. I'll keep looking for answers. Accompanying me on this dark journey has always been my PS. He makes me laugh several times a day.
We were listening to some "classic rock" station and they played Stevie Nicks' anthem-like "Stnnd Back". He started singing the song in a pitch perfect Selma from "The Simpsons" I laughed so hard, I blew water out of my nose!
I rarely smile since '11 but I'm always looking for anything funny! And Selma/Stevie was darn humorous! The raspy voice of the chain-smoking, DMV working, Homer-hating, Bouvier sister (she has an identical twin, Patty) was pure hysteria!
I live a life now buried in ridiculous circumstances. Just yesterday I wheeled over a new brassiere without being aware of it. Somehow a wheel "ate" the Lycra straps and my crummy wheelchair seized up like a fishing yacht that gets fishing line caught in the propeller. Oh, man! Really!?!
A bra paralyzing my much-despised metal wheels? Say "it ain't so, Joe!"
Welcome to my world. Post brain tumor.
Classy with a Kapitol "K"!
No one said juggling chainsaws was "Breakfast at Tiffany's"!
I could have spent hours trying to detangle the wheel but every time I tried it seized up even tighter!
I just had to laugh! It was pretty funny!
Of course, the PS came along and detangled it in about two seconds.
It's another reason I have to be as ready as possible for whatever ridiculous set of circumstances might come next: killer bees, zombie robots, wheel tangles, I don't know for sure what's coming only that something is.
Forrest Gump was right. Life is like a box of chocolates.
As Homer (Simpson) might say, "Mmmm, chocolate!"
Breakfast at Tiffany's in the movie was Audrey Hepburn standing in the street at breakfast time 5th avenue looking in the Tiffany windows, and not a posh Four Seasons with George Peppard, in other words, a street person with all the same rights and privileges of Ratso (Dustin Hoffman) in Midnight Cowboy. But Audry could do anything in style, of course, even the cigarette on a stick, like Franklin Roosevelt.
ReplyDeleteNot entirely in jest, I think you should try Stem Cell therapy, the plastic surgeons take fat cells and reinject them, outside the purview of the FDA.