Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Weird Brain Hiccups?

Ok ya so I know i have cfs (fm and mcs too) but boy does my brain tilt sometimes.

Have you ever been sitting there not thinking of a thing when some phrase of a song comes floating through your head? Well I do that frequently it seems. So tonight what do I hear in my head???

-------(hum along) "Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker , You're too late to come for supper ..."

What gives with that? I doubt I've heard that since we sang it when we were kids! Ha.

So for your convenience I have posted the words :)

Old Dan TuckerI come to town the other night I heard the noise and saw the fight
The watchman was a-runnin' roun' Cryin' Old Dan Tucker's come to town

So get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to come for supper

Old Dan. he went down to the mill
To get some meal to put in the swill
The miller swore by the point of his knife
He never seen such a man in his life

Repeat Chorus

Old Dar Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
Died with a toothache in his heel

Repeat Chorus

alternate version verse and chorus

Tucker was a hardened sinner,
He nebber said his grace at dinner;
De ole sow squeel, de pigs did squall
He 'hole hog wid de tail and all.

Gran' Chorus.
So get out de way! Get out de way!
Get out de way! Old Dan Tucker.
Your to late to come to supper.

So do weird songs come floating through your head? What was one ?


Monday, April 07, 2008

Only when I'm wasted?

I got to thinking today. I was thinking about posting here again, talking about how it is to live with Cfs, FM and MCS in hopes that the world out there may better understand what it's like and for those fellow sufferers, so they know they're not allow in the weirdness of these symptoms. Yup, that was my intent in having this blog here.

For the last three days or so I've been totally wasted. I'm so weak and tired - no, not sleepy tired so much as absolutely wiped out wasted not one drop of energy to be found exhausted - I could cry. In fact when I get this exhausted that is exactly what happens. I have no energy to scream. I feel like crying. And I rarely ever cry.

And so here I sit telling the whole world (well, the few readers here anyway) that I feel like a total basketcase. It's funny how a few days of this can feel like an eternity. It feels endless, like it's not only been going on forever but will never come to an end, and yet I know that a mere few months ago pre-"the bug" I wasn't feeling this exhausted.

I've also been in incredible pain. It seems my back and ribcage problems are becoming chronic instead of up and down as it had been. And when it's hurting it is right through the roof pain these days. And me who can't take narry a drug including pain meds. Thank God for heating pads and dear friends to whine to, to keep me a bit sane. (I think I've moved past sane today).

Can someone breathe for me? I'm toooo tired...

I really need to discipline myself to post here on days when I'm not feeling so rotten...or so I told myself as I sat down to write this tale of woe...

(ps ... I did manage to design a couple new tshirts this last week which I hope to get added to my shops soon. Bills don't pay themselves and for some reason just refuse to wait!)