Hello, how are you? How was your week? My week has been spent still recovering from my marathon 21-hour sleep test from a couple of weeks ago, and then also finding out that they didn't find anything abnormal on them: no sign of narcolepsy, idiopathic hypersomnia, sleep apnea, restless leg movement, etc. Nothing to diagnose or treat (yes, it was all kind of a huge waste of time). That means my symptoms still continue to be untreated. The only thing they thought was going on was delayed sleep phase syndrome, meaning I naturally get sleepy very late, and if allowed to sleep long enough to feel rested, I will wake up very late also (which I was advised to do). The doctor suggested my muscular myopathy was probably a factor in my sleep issues, so I was referred back to my neuromuscular doctor for further management.
So, seeing as I am left to my own devices until my next neuromuscular appointment in July, I'm going to distract myself with this week's Babelfishing poetry (which is, coincidentally, my 500th Babelfish!), where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today we feature the traditional18th Century song "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow" (listen to the song here (and sing along if you want), or watch a Bollywood-style rendition of the song here, or watch a clip from The Bridge on the River Kwai where the POWs sing the song here, or watch a clip from Monty Python's Life of Brian here.) Enjoy.
He's A One-Piece Boy
He's a one-piece boy.
Can't deny that anyone can deny it.
I am a person intellect.
I am printed on something that is printed on something that is nothing.
I don't have anything to print on something that is printed.
Good child, Ichijo Yoshiko.
Those who are a good person (one person) can be printed out!