Hello, how are you? How was your week? I have had a busy week, arranging to try out different kinds of power wheelchairs. My new doctor, a neuromuscular specialist, found some muscular abnormalities in a recent EMG, or electromyogram, which caused her to suspect two possible diagnoses: myotonic dystrophy, or a very rare illness called Pompe disease.
Because they are caused by genetic mutations, both of these diseases require genetic testing to confirm a diagnosis (I will get my test results in June or July). And because both are progressive, and because I am struggling with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome already, I have been seeking out power wheelchairs to try out and have scheduled two test-drives for next week. I am hoping I will be able to get back out on the trails in the local nature preserves I love so much without becoming so tired and in pain after a short while.
So, while I wait for my test results, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, by alt-rockers Jump, is "Mexico" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Today I Have Leaves
When is Mario
confirming the arrest
in the city of Mostar,
Chicago's third movement?
And it's not right
when you do this,
the Mississippi River,
But if you will go to Stovokor,
I ask you, please, to
go to the development
It's the time,
I am a Django,
standard associate and Steve Ai Weiwei Rice.
It's the time,
You need to deal with our national scenic area of science.
Keep your eyes open for the Gulf of California Coast
and the reason
born in recent years because of it.
So now I'm going to dry,
carrying one free ship, yes, yes.
It must be said:
Today I have leaves.
A difficult child,
the window for Mexico,
all of Mexico.