Changes
It is somewhat strange but I have noticed a couple of changes.
The most dramatic for me anyway is my love of tea. It’s gone. Vanished.
Normally the first thing to be done every morning is to slap on the kettle and make a nice pint of tea. I haven’t done that in weeks. Nor have I done it since I came home. In the hospital they were forever wheeling the tea trolley around offering us tea or coffee. I never partook. I had been told to drink vast quantities of water and Daughter introduced me to the delights of Volvic – the one that is faintly flavoured with various fruits, and I have been drinking nothing else since. Weird.
I still haven’t managed to shake the hospital timetable and am waking early. This morning I had a visit from King Charles – yes, he of the jug-ears. I haven’t a fucking clue what he was doing in my bedroom but we had a brief chat. Then I woke up. Five of the o’clock. This is a tad earlier even that hospital time but I got up anyway. I’m not sure why. Maybe I was scared old Charlie might come back. I might have a doze in the armchair later but I have a fairly full day of visitors, so maybe not.
The pipe is a little problematic. For a few nano-seconds I did contemplate giving it up but dammit I’m entitled to a few pleasures in life. The problem is that I am currently all but toothless so holding the pipe with my teeth is obviously out. Drawing on the pipe also has its problems as I have no functioning upper lip. I do have a technique which involves lighting the pipe and then inhaling heavily which draws a sufficiency of puff, but it’s hard work so I only get a few puffs before letting it out again.
I haven’t touched my whiskey since I came home. I think I’m just scared of spilling it.
That fucking Country singer is still in my head. He has been there non stop for a couple of weeks now. The actual crooner himself has finally fucked off and what I get now is the endless finishing bars of “You Are My Sunshine” with a male chorus providing the air. It just keeps repeating and repeating faintly in the background. It is intensely irritating especially as I have had to put up with it for so long. I have never heard of this phenomenon before and I don’t know where it came from.
Maybe if I hadn’t woken up, Charlie might have have fixed it?
You have an ‘earworm’. Just be grateful it’s not the Spitting Image Chicken Song. Look it up on the web at your peril.
In other matters I’m pleased to hear you are home and recovering to your normal irrascible ways but sorry you have such unpleasant discomforts to put up with.
Have you heard [!] of an earworm lasting for weeks? Normally they go as quickly as they arrive. I am playing tracks like mad here trying to develop one that I at least enjoy listening to. “You Are My Sunshine” would be near the very bottom of a huge list.
Yes, I’ve had an ‘earworm” last for days anyway. But once I watched the movie “A Series of Unfortunate Events” (which has a memorable soundtrack to begin with), the song “A Loverly Spring” at the beginning of the movie wipes out any earworm off the mental map without becoming and earworm itself. Works for me anyway.
I happened to have Spotify open so I looked it up. Very “Mary Poppins”. You’re right – it could never become an earworm!
And now you have spread the ‘you are my sunshine’ thing around the world with the power of suggestion! Thanks for that. 🙁
Hah! My revenge is complete.
Imagine, if you will, a couple of strange men mumbling about sunshine.
Then from the distance, through mist you, Mister Grumpy, appear and approach the muttering pair who then leave you and recede into the distance from which you came.
Compelled by some mystic force you follow them and all talk and song regarding sunshine fades from your memory.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jltBWJnbvQ0
There you go. Cured.
Heh! I actually remember seeing that when it was first broadcast.
My personal earworm is ‘Anything Goes’, a perky song with some smart lyrics perhaps, but whenever I hear just the opening bars of that damned song, then it’s embedded in my brain for the day.
In fact, just writing about it now has started it off again – damn you.
You’re welcome.
Actually, I think I cured my Country earworm. I played Smith and Thell yesterday and now have “Goliath” as my earworm. I like that track.