Since I fell and tore my rotator cuff, life has been a painful process. Yesterday, when I was processing with other group therapists, somebody with true wisdom showed me this cartoon:
That painful couch reminds me of the shoulder pain that’s been waking me up in the middle of the night ever since I tore my rotator cuff.
To deal with this painful process, I’m writing a new set of lyrics to “The Lion Sleeps at Night.”
Ann Can’t Sleep at Night
“Wimmaway” chorus:
It hurts so bad, it makes me sad, it make me mad, and not too glad.
It hurts so bad, it makes me sad, it makes me mad, and not too glad.
EEEE-EEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEK ! (or any painful cry)
Verse 1:
Tear your rotator cuff and it will be hard to sleep at night.
With her rotator cuff-related pain, Ann can’t sleep at night.
It hurts so bad, it makes her sad, it makes her mad, and not so glad.
It hurts so bad, it makes her sad, it makes her mad, and not so glad.
EEEE-EEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEK !
Verse 2:
In the bedroom, the quiet bedroom, Ann can’t sleep at night.
In the bedroom, the quiet bedroom, she doesn’t feel all right.
It hurts so bad, it makes her sad, it makes her mad, and not so glad.
It hurts so bad, it makes her sad, it makes her mad, and not so glad.
EEEE-EEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEE-EEEE-EEEEEK !
Verse 3:
Hush that yelling, with all that yelling, the cats can’t sleep at night.
Hush that yelling and grab a laptop, and do your best to write.
EEEEK-EEEEK-EEEEEEK, EEEEEEK-EEEEEK-EEEEEK,EEEEEEk-EEEEEK-EEEEK-EEEEK-EEEEEEK.
If you want to join in this painful process, you can sing along here.
Taking photos is more of a painful process, but that’s not stopping me.
Despite the painful process of life, I’ve had at least 40 years of fun.
Now it’s your turn to deal with the painful process of leaving a comment.
Thanks to all who are supporting me through this painful process, including YOU.
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