Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Modern Leper-Day 11-Theme Song (WEGO #HAWMC)

Today I'm to imagine if my blog had a theme song...words, music style, etc. After the day I have had I can barely sit up, much less write a song, but I have a song so near & dear to me that anything less wouldn't be fair. I had gotten a free sampler & at one of my many neuro apps, like 3 years ago, in the waiting room came across this song. It stunned me? It had lyrics like 'I am I'll, but I'm not dead, although I don't know which of those I'd prefer'. It was raw. Honest. Yet set to the happiest Scottish barn dance tune (not that I've been, but you get me) & had awesome cuss words that emphasized my wanting to fight in an honest manner, & I don't know of many in this illness(es) who haven't used bad language-it's a savage disease. I don't give it the upper road courtesies of not sinking to it's scheming manner.

Today I had my left sciatic nerve shot full. Was told I needed a spinal tap next month, May 6th, to again rule out MS. Didn't get a pain shot but instead out of the blue got pulled into a physical therapy meeting. Those two women knew more about fibro than most doctors. They had to push in on a spot as we talked about the possible lymphedema in my leg, & it felt like they had electrified my sciatic nerve with a taser. They feel my sciatic nerve is so bad it could be breaking blood vessels sideways from swelling hip to ankle & not necessarily lymphedema. They helped but holy shit, where she pushed in on my hip feels like I got hit with a sledgehammer. I was numb yet hurting so badly, & on the way home, once again, without discussing it with me I questioned dad on something & he had to admit that they found a house a few weeks ago, put an offer, got it, & close on it just days after my spinal tap. When asked about doctors? 'none yet that can help with the pain medication treatment plan, but 4 possibles to watch your spinal implant' if I get it. Wait, so he thinks fibro is boiled down to just my back? Are you freaking kidding me? And they promised we would not move until a doctor could care for me like my 3 doctors here do. Guess that's out. I turned on the latest Ryan Adams cd, stared out the window, & haven't seen them since.


The Modern Leper, by Frightened Rabbit

A cripple walks amongst you
All you tired human beings
He's got all the things a cripple has
Not working arms and legs
And vital parts fall from his system
And dissolve in Scottish rain
Vitally he doesn't miss them
He's too fucked up to care
Well, is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper
On his last leg
On his last leg
Well, I crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can't work out why
You see, I've got this disease I can't shake
And I'm just rattling through life
Well, this is how we do things now
Yeah, this is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff
Yeah, I cut off my foot to spite my leg
Well, is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper
On his last leg
Well, I am ill
But I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
Well, it was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up
Well, I'm lying on the ground now
Walking through the only door
Well, I have lost my eyesight
Like I said I would
But I still know
And that is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well, are you a masochist to love a modern leper
On his last leg
And you are not ill
And I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
Just you and me
We'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
What you did today

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