Deworming medicine
We’re in trouble and need your help. I’ve thought about it, and decided that I should just be up front with you about what the sacrifice involved in helping us out of this particular jam.
Ana Lisa is pregnant, with all the accompanying ups and downs. On top of that she seems to have caught a cold, so her throat is scratchy and she just feels generally crappy.
But the real problem is that I have a song stuck in my head. And I don’t mean just stuck. This is the kind of burrow deep down in and wrap cables around the roots of my grey matter kind of stuck. I … can’t … get … rid of it. For days now.
It’s ruining our lives. I can’t stop singing it. Everything I do falls into its rhythm. I sternly commit to banishing it from my mind, and 10 seconds later I’m humming it again.
Here’s why it’s an emergency: I’m driving my poor sick, pregnant wife CRAZY! She’s trying to rest and recuperate, and I just go on and on and on with the same annoying tune. It’s like Chinese water torture.
I’ve been infected by an insidious mindworm, and there is only one cure I know of: the “Punch Brothers” remedy. Mark Twain told the tale of it in 1876, in “A Literary Nightmare.” (At your peril, read the story, or–slightly less dangerous–read about the story here.) In 21st Century parlance, it would probably best be described as the nuclear option.
The situation is dire, the method extreme. I’d feel (a little) better if I was sure that anyone choosing to help was going into this with their eyes wide open, fully cognizant of the risks.
So here’s the request. The only way my sick, pregnant wife (and by extension the poor innocent developing little fetus) can get any rest is for this burden to be lifted from me. To be taken away, however, it must be assumed by someone else. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is the following. Turn on the speakers of your computer, make sure you’re firmly planted in your seat, and press play below.
[youtube]http://youtube.com/watch?v=i1vH2rjUshk[/youtube]
I’m truly sorry. As a family, we are eternally grateful.
Print This Post
Email This Post
January 27th, 2008 at 5:00 pm
Look, son! I have listened to the video, read Twain’s story, read “about” his story, read all about water torture and somehow I have resisted the infection! Sorry, I realize I am no help to you! Your concerned mother helen
January 28th, 2008 at 4:27 pm
I have a similar infection with a different song….one i heard on sesame street. It’s terrible so I do feel your (and Ana Lisa’s) pain. I don’t think I can relieve you as I am infected myself. I did try! Hope all is well. Thinking of you (three!) often. Sara
February 17th, 2008 at 9:16 am
When this happens to me, I sing the ABC song. I don’t know why but the ABC song never gets stuck in my head and almost always removes the infestation. Hope it works for you.