I don't like Mondays, as Bob Geldolf and the Boomtown Rats said once long ago, and because it is so long ago, you might want to Google Bob and see what he did aside from a couple of really decent albums. Oddly enough, the song noted above was written by Geldof in response to a school shooting in California in 1979. If Bob had kept on with that line, he'd never have had to tour again. In the 30 years since the release of I Don't Like Mondays, over 375 people have been killed in school shootings (per http://washingtonceasefire.org/) just in the last 20 years (so jack that figure up), and we haven't even talked about disgruntled former employees going back to work and shooting up the place. In another posting I spoke of having dreams where I go back to my old office and shoot up the place. This is why I do not own a firearm or have any in my house. I would never do anything, but when you're dealing with a bipolar mind battling MS, you do not take chances. I grieve for the poor kids who died for nothing, and for the deluded minds that pulled and, right up to this weekend, are continuing to pull the triggers.
But back to Mondays, have you ever heard a happy song about Monday?
Monday, Monday by the Mamas and the Papas
I Don't Like Mondays by the Boomtown Rats
Rainy Days and Mondays by the Carpenters
Manic Monday by the Bangles
(Quick-Name that Tune....."Monday I've got Friday on my mind")
And you can add your own to the list, post Boomer generations. All music for me stopped in 1985. Don't laugh, it'll happen to you, too. ("What's wrong with these kids today, Heather [nursing homes will be filled with women named Heather]? They never had great music like Nicki Minaj or Nine Inch Nails.")
Mondays. Starts with an M and ends with an S. Now that is not a coincidence. The reason I'm going on about this is that MS likes to play with you, and me, and it usually for me starts on Monday morning. No matter how I slept, I will wake relatively pain free and walking almost "normal". I'll be able to take walks, exercise, work in the yard, run errands. My head is relatively clear, and I'll cruise through the day. Until 4 o'clock in the afternoon. It's as if the MS person in my head has MS, and completely forgets that it's supposed to throw the pain, confusion, dizziness, and spasms switches. I must hear this little Homer go "d'oh!" and reach over to grab the switches before Mr. Burns shows up.
And Homer is definitely back at work bright and early on Tuesday. You want to walk, stupid Flanders, all right you'll walk but it'll be like you had 14.7 cans of Duff Beer (mmmmm......beeeerrrrrr). And just to make it just as much funs as Homie can make it, you'll have all kinds of trouble at the Doctors talking, and you'll be talking like you've got phasers. He, he, he.
Uh, Homer, that's aphasia.
That's what I said a phaser. Fire when ready, Mr. Donut. Make it so-so.
Wayland Smithers sighed.
No matter how the above Simpson turns out and whether a bit of aphasia has crept in or I'm using my unkempt thoughts to phaser my way through life, Tuesdays are tougher than Mondays. You can probably tell because I'm writing this on Tuesday. There's no scientific reasoning for what days hurt more, but I'd be glad to study up on it if the National Multiple Sclerosis Society wants to send a grant this way.
Right now I have a sudden urge for a beer, and a donut, or four.
(By the way, it's the Easybeats - Friday on My Mind [1966]).
