Frustration gets the emotions a little sensitive. I spent a little time Saturday night seeking refuge in some music. Came across a cover of one of my (many) favorite songs, "Wagon Wheel." Found more versions, got choked up. Love that song.
This experience reminded me of a quote from "Freuds Last Session" that Dot and I saw at the Rep the other night…
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Freud: Works of art have a powerful effect on me, but music mystifies me. Something within me, something rebels against being moved by a thing without knowing why it moves me. It's like being spoken to in a foreign language and being asked to agree to a statement you can't comprehend.
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Sunday continued with the problems swallowing. It sucks! This time I diverted myself by running to the store. Started the car. The radio came on with Old Crow Medicine Show doing "Wagon Wheel" my favorite version. Coincidence? I think not Dr Freud. While I agree "Musik kann furchterregend sein," it can also be uplifting. I laughed and cried all the way to the store, loving it the whole way. That's just how some of us humans roll Sigmund, understand it or not.
Sunday night and ever since, I can swallow again! Hooray!
Monday I had my 4th out of 5 Infusions (chemo) and my 13th out of 25 Zappings (radiation). I even had the honor of being zapped while connected to my IV. It was a little tricky, but they made it work. It was a good day!
All I got left for now is…
Rock me mama like a Wagon Wheel, Rock me mama anyway you feel,
Oh.... mama Rock me...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YH0CnjXqCLE
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