Friday, August 07, 2009

2009 08 07 244pm Blues All Right...

I sit here and cry and I don't know why.

There is a good team of doctors from around the world, working on my case. The support staff, nurses, orderlies, assistants, and such, all seem about 90% GOOD and many are angels.

Sure there are a few devils thrown in the mix, some who are better suited to working in a prison or a torture camp *tee hee hee* but for the most part, somebody has whipped this place into shape. NO ONE seems neglected here, just the opposite, sometimes we feel a tad annoyed or that we are being "practiced upon".

Rumors are because the hospital is a government project and well the government has been known to be um less than 100% NON-PIRATE.... TEE HEE HEE... that maybe....

Anyhow, I am in a delicate balance here...

To have ended up rushed by wham-bulance... thinking my short life was suddenly over...

And to be given a SECOND chance at life...

Despite the roller coaster food ride...

The staff has their own ways of treating t'ings...

Some are overly occupied with the patients' good health, others are kinda slack...

But there is fairly good morale here...

Sure it's been HARD being the only mermaid around...

Sometimes the Doctors' orders are heeded immediately and sometimes not...

The rules are not so strict here, they are more flexible than one would imagine....

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A gentle reader sent this message in a bottle and I though I would share it,

After reading your last post, I felt there was only one thing I could
do to help - lay down some serious blues. So here goes - and I hope
these lines bring a faint smile to your face.

John in Seattle, following the saga of struggle that you are so
defiantly documenting.

Oh Dear Miss Mermaid,
you feel all alone,
your sisters and brothers
all seem to be gone
the world's gone all crazy
the food tastes like shit
the hospital's stinky
you don't like it one bit

You got the blues, oh yeah,
those icky, sicky blues
those icky, sicky, get-me-outta-here, blues!

Your kitties are lonely, oh yeah,
lonely all the time,
you're stuck in this white room
and the potty's got grime
The Angel's gone missin'
The Devil's too near,
And all of your fussin'
Just brings on more tears

You got the blues, oh yeah,
those icky, sicky blues
those icky, sicky, get-me-outta-here, blues!

And what's with the doctors,
they seem so confused
they try this and that
but they got nothing to lose!
So let's drum up some juju
and give the Devil his due
and let loose the angels
and get you out of this stew!

You got the blues, oh yeah,
those icky, sicky blues
those icky, sicky, get-me-outta-here, blues!

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