If you are hooked by that song, you can find it here on YouTube, which contains a lot of musical hooks.
Immediately after I was hooked by that tune, I was hooked by the sight of an actual hook in the sky:
I was also hooked by some anxiety, because:
- I felt a little out of practice, facilitating a group, and
- I had a 2 PM appointment with my wonderful dentist, Dr. Del Castillo, and — for the first time in years — I would NOT be hooked up to an IV an hour before a dental procedure to receive endocarditis-preventing antibiotics.
Lest you be hooked by any concern about that, my doctors have decided that taking a single oral antibiotic is enough protection to prevent my heart from the dastardly hooks of endocarditis-causing bacteria (which have gotten their hooks onto my heart valve three times in the last 18 years).
As I am writing this hooky post, I’m being hooked by an unpleasant reaction to the oral antibiotic which is “off the hook, as the kids like to say” (which my boyfriend Michael likes to say). I shall be ringing my doctors’ phones off the hook, and I won’t let them off the hook until we find an oral antibiotic with fewer yucky side effects.
I’m going to let you off the hook, now, and quit writing about my antibiotics. Instead, here are some other images that hooked me, yesterday:
I am now going to unhook myself from writing this post and take some more probiotics. I wonder if one can get hooked on those?
Sky-hooks-and-tartan-paint thanks to Sting, everybody playing musical hooks in that video, Michael, Dr. Luis Del Castillo (who is hooked on reading this blog), my therapy groups, PetSmart, Whole Foods Market, probiotics, every single hook I encountered yesterday, and you — of course! — for getting hooked here, today.