Two in One

I was looking for something from Marley & Me, which I’d absolutely loved while watching recently. And, while looking, I also found a song I’d liked very much the first time I heard it a while ago - a song by Mat Kearney. So, here it is, one song, two videos. The first from a TV series, the second created by someone who thought it goes well with Marley & Me. I agree, it does.

Grey’s Anatomy:

Marley & Me:

:-)

King of Pain

Ever see an animal in pain? I guess all of us have seen one injured or hurt, either up close or, at least, on Nat Geo and the like. And, if you have, chances are, you may have also noticed how they handle pain.

I've been forever fascinated and amazed by the manner in which animals deal with pain. There's no fuss, no drama. They deal with it quietly, often lying still in one corner, until they've managed to tide over it. Unlike us, there's just so much dignity in how they go about it.

These friends of mine have a little kitten, Uno, who went missing for a few days and when he came back, a part of his front left leg had been chopped off. In all likelihood, it was the result of an accident. Barring an occasional, persistent call for attention, either because he's hungry or because he wants the comforting company of my friends by his side, he has learned to move about on his three legs without the slightest fuss and, when the pain seems to get the better of him or if the wound starts to bleed, he curls up quietly in a corner until he's feeling better.

I had a headache almost all day yesterday but, because I try not to pop a pain-killer unless the pain is severe, I didn't take a pill for it. As a result of that, or not, I woke up at 3 AM, with a killer headache. I've had many such pounding headaches over the last couple of months or so and, as on most of those occasions, I thought if I just lay still, I might be able to, eventually, fall asleep and, therefore, tide over the pain. When that didn't help at all this time, I changed sides gently and then dug my head deep into the mattress but I was still up at 4.40 and the head was hurting just as bad. That's when I dragged myself out of the bed and popped a pain-killer. I guess it must've been after 5.30 that, finally, I dozed off again.

During the time I was still up last night, and through that pain, I kept wondering about Uno and other animals and how they do it. I mean, Uno is just a little fella, after all.

I'm a bit like Hemingway's Fredric Henry in the way he relates to the night. Like him, I guess I have this irrational, for lack of a better word, fear of the night, which makes any pain worse than it is. But, by the morning, I'm my usual self, who couldn't care less. Each time I wake up in the midle of the night, with a headache like this, I resolve to go to the doctor the next day. By the time I'm up in the morning, however, the resolve, like the night itself, has fizzled away.

Anyway, because I woke up at 7 means I didn't get nearly as much sleep as I needed to. As a result, I still have a lingering but mild headache just now, which, without doubt, will work itself into a frenzy as the day progresses. But, I'll try and deal with it with a little more dignity. Otherwise there's always the pain-killer, eh?

そして、とりわけこの

Life, a friend once said to me in a moment of alcohol-induced profundity, is effed-up enough without us trying to complicate it further. There’s no point in blaming life because, as REM say, oh, it’s bigger. So, I guess, it’s just us then. But, in that case, how does one explain the twists when all one is trying to do is to keep it simple?

In the way your world relates to you, it's sometimes very easy to lose sight of who you are. Maybe that’s how we complicate things for ourselves...by believing who we’re told we are.