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Notes From A Sickbed

By Recuperating Ray X

© Copyright 2007



-- Lying in the ER, waiting for test results. They move my bed into the hallway; they need the room for another patient. The new arrival is taken in, screaming like a wounded animal. Mental, not physical, pain. They strap him down. I can still hear his cries through the closed door. What’s more distressed –- my gut or his mind?


-- Back home. Some people heal in hours; me, it’s usually days. Stuck in bed, only radio and TV for company. TV infomercial trumpets a cure-all. The guy hawking the miracle stuff: reedy, his hair gassed back, a ratty moustache. I think of Willie The Pimp by Frank Zappa. The miracle stuff guy is a cue-carder; not spontaneous. Sitting at a small round table, pseudo-talk show, a couple pretends to interview him. Question. Response: his little dark peepers just dart over to the cue cards and he robots his reply. Hey, Willie, I’ll buy five. Why? Your sincerity is so obvious.


-- On shortwave radio I hear Pastor Peter J. Peters, Scriptures For America, talk about this country being the New Jerusalem. And what does he base this on? Look closely: JerUSAlem. He also states the Ark of the Covenant is in ARKansas. Yeah. And Genghis Khan is buried in the state of KHANsas.


-- A couple of times I feel well enough to log online; just enough energy to catch up on some news; too sick to write and add stuff to my blog. My head hurts. Information overload. Too much; I can never keep up, even when I feel well. All sorts of posts archived at bloglines.com, waiting for me to review them. It’s no wonder that I don’t receive that many comments at my own blog. I’m just one of a million million voices out there trying to be heard. The Net: upside, truly democratic; downside, all the competition.


-- One positive note: No worry re: about being abducted by gray aliens. If they can’t tell how sick I am, they’ll find out when I projectile vomit all over their stupid bulbous noggins.

Comments

X. Dell said…
There's also sin in CINCINnati, nudity in the BUFFalo, and who knows what goes on in Spread Eagle, Wisconsin?

Hope you're feeling better and that this wasn't anything too serious.
6:43 AM
Ray Palm (Ray X) said…
X. Dell --

ThanX. I am doing better and I'm assuming it was a temporary glitch in the system (I have those from time to time).

Best,

Ray
4:06 PM
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