Struggling to get my breath. Doctor tomorrow. Another one. My body is an anomaly. (sure hope that is spelled right and used correctly). What I mean to say is that my body evades diagnosis while exhibiting multiple symptoms. I am a medical chameleon. My doctor is bewildered by me. Not a surprise. I have been bewildering folks for a long, long time. But my body will not give up its secrets. There is a suspicion that long term stress is the culprit. Even so it would seem that symptoms would reveal their source. yada, yada, yada! Fiddle-dee-dee! Lousy breathing sucks. I am beginning to think I have asthma/bronchitis that took two weeks to fully develop. and...WAIT A MINUTE...no more talk of my health. I am bored to tears with it, truth to tell. Folks are accustomed to me being physically challenged. It is yesterday's news.
What about the royal baby? Wasn't that precious? I harkened back to the days when I had my babies and I can say in all honesty that I did not look stunning when leaving the hospital. The royal child's mother, Kate, has a lot of nerve looking so beautiful the day after having her baby. 10 hours of labor and looking perfectly lovely the very next day. It isn't human, is it? I quite resent it. I admire the way she appears to be handling royal life. I wonder ( and this is an aside) if she uses "royal jelly bee balm". Wouldn't that be delicious? Imagine the advertisements. Try to read that word the way the British pronounce it...can't spell it any different but advertisements and aluminum sound so posh when spoken by people in the king's English. So many people waiting for the birth of this baby with happy anticipation. Such pagentry and yet rather simple at the end. Of course I did not pay attention to a minute of it. No, I was too busy doing important things and thinking important thoughts,etc., etc. But, I won't hold it against myself that I became caught up in the wait and the thrill of it all. Beats learning that another politician is a sexual deviant or another 50 to 100 people lost their lives in a number of different ways. For awhile the sheer relief of good, clean excitement over a fairy-tale moment is fine. Just fine, indeed. I promise to carry the burdens of the world again. I won't forget the stream of tragedy and violence the press pours over us each day. It is my duty to be appropriately appalled. I beg a diversion for a brief interlude of glimpsing the royal baby all cuddly, snuggly in his mum's arms. A breath of fresh air for one and all.
I am going to take my cue from a certain little train engine I learned of in my childhood. As it climbed the little mountain and struggled to make it to the top it kept saying,"I think I can. I think I can. I think I can." As a new day has dawned with me finishing my last work shift for the day and headed for bed the truth is..."I think I can!"
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