It's that time of year again!!! Ready to hear it again???
DISCLAIMER: I am no Barbara Streisand. I've never taken a singing lesson in my life. Not one.
The inspiration for this song came two weeks before Thanksgiving when I received a call from my doctor: we had better get together a plan for lowering my cholesterol.
Yeah. Sure. Getting to it ... right after I fix my pituitary tumor, abnormal aortic valve, bipolar brain, and facial fungus.
My high cholesterol is not a new issue. Somewhere around the time David was conceived I found out that my cholesterol scores were higher than my verbal SATs. But for the last six years I didn't do anything about it because (honest confession coming up here) many of those days I was so depressed that I really wanted to be with God in his mansion upstairs. Dropping dead of a heart attack sounded like a great alternative to suicide. It's easier, cheaper, much more socially acceptable, and involved stuffing myself with brie cheese and Eggs Florentine. Sign me up.
Then something inconvenient happened. As I gradually began to fix all my broken parts (pituitary tumor, bipolar brain, facial fungus, abnormal heart) I started to wake up excited. About life. I wanted to try and stick around for David's high school graduation and Katherine's Little Mermaid wedding and maybe, just maybe, for the birth of grandchildren.
As a jogged around the Naval Academy the morning I got my SAT scores, I mean cholesterol count, I reflected on all the parts of my mental-health program--prayer, therapy, fish oil, medication, family support, sobriety, vitamins, yoga (even though I hate it), guardian angels--and it sounded like the lyrics to a song, "The 12 Days of Christmas" or something.
Yes, "The 12 Days of Christmas"! With sweat dripping down my face, I pulled out a sheet of paper from my pocket and a pen (I run with those in case something like this happens) and madly scribbled down the words as if I were Moses taking down the Ten Commandments.
So, pretend that I have just invited you into my home, poured you a glass of Merlot (if you're not a recovering alcoholic), and made you endure a live version of "American Idiot." With a holiday twist.
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You brought hope for bipolar me and a tear of remembrance of a bipolar friend who passed on because his doc let his liver die unchecked . Edd, I miss you.
That is so great! You have an amazing website.
Oh cool, another Pendulum fan! I've always loved that parody.
You are a thing of beauty who should be leading the revolution . . . we are kindred spirits . . . you are totally off the wall and I mean that in the nicest sort of way . . . we should all be so mad . . . nice pearls too . . . and i mean that in the nicest sort of way . . . i come in peace . . i mean no harm . . . . or yer it might . . . tra la la la la . . . . land you back . . . tra la la . . . on the john hopkins psyche ward . tra la
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