Doctor,my toe is very sore.
You mean you only have one!
Doctor,my nails are horny
So am I.
Doctor why do nails get thicker when we age?
Ask the ironmonger!
Doctor, my throat is swollen.
It’s your whole head as well !
Doctor,you seem so young.
You make me feel so blung.
Doctor,do you enjoy the job?
Which one?
Doctor,where did you train?
Train what?
Doctor,how many A levels did you get?
We didn’t have them in my day.We just matriculated.
Doctor,did you know my mother well?
Not in the biblical sense.
Doctor,why are we here?
I’m here for the money.How about you?
Well, doctor,patients don’t get paid….
Don’t they?Write to your M P at once.
I can’t write…
Well,wrong your MP instead and vote for somebody else.
Why?
Don’t ask me,I’m only a doctor..
Doctor Who
Day: February 5, 2015
Daydreams
The daydream is despised by many folk
who feel that willpower is the better way.
Yet daydreams often bring creative thoughts
and teach us what to do and what to say.
I fear it is the modern curse to will,
When will cannot achieve the wanted end.
And trying too hard is effort and may kill,
where reverie and dream can make us mend
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The emptiness of mind is too much feared
As if we do not trust in God nor man.
Yes,take the tiller, and with perception steer…
We do the little that we should and can.
For dreams can work in harmony with will,
As long as we can make our minds quite still.
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The will to sleep
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http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1256389.The_Ways_of_the_Will_and_Other_Essays
Edward Munch paintingThis article gives the latest findings on how much sleep we need.But is it good to worry about it?If you deliberately deprive yourself of sleep so as to work longer hours it may be an error.But in older people I find it is much more common to worry about being unable to sleep for long enough.So being told how much you need might make you feel worse as it generates more anxiety.
Anxiety is defined by Leslie Farber as being generated by the wish to control what cannot be controlled and sleep is one thing we can’t control.We may avoid horror films,make the bed more comfy, and other sensible things but in the end we can’t make ourselves sleep by will power .In fact having such an interesting life that you look forward to each day and think less about sleep may be ideal.Being relaxed is the main help and yet in our world now with all the genuine concern together with our owbn neurotic anxiety being relaxed is hard for some of us.I suppose that is where leaving it in God’s hands [ or the secular equivalent of trusting the Unknown] might help.
Relaxing muscles is a physical skill taught to mothers to be sometimes and it is worth trying.Yet ultimately relaxin means trusting and whether we learn that as infants from the good enough mother or whether we can learn to trust the world and other people at a later age I am unsure.However I believe there is a a goodness which underlies all else but I cannot prove it.Nor say why if there is a God he does not act in a manner we wish like stopping evil men from murder.
That is just one of the mysteries of our human life on earth.
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Time’s wise
Green woodpecker in Oxfordshire UK
Source: Mike Flemming UK copyright
Pray,Father,can you give me a dressing?
This is not the Red Cross,you know.
Well,I tried to get the sin out of my art but I accidentally cut my throat
Are you still alive?
Well,how do I look?
You look ghastly
As soon as A changes to O,I’ll be gone.
Begone all woe
Beggars can be losers.
This is a confessional…what sins do you bring.
I have a few…I stole a black cat from a witch….
How will she manage without it?
Well,I’ve been having kittens ever since.
No wonder you look so ghastly.Do you not see what trouble sin
causes.
No,only the trouble that causes sin!
If you are so clever why not write a book?
I prefer cooking the books.
Are you on drugs?
Not yet but I see the shrink today.
I meant hard drugs.
They are all hard… they can’t get them into the bottle otherwise.
They could put them in a baby’s bottle.
Seems hard on the baby
Anyway I absolve you from your sins and your penance is not to come here for a week.
That’s a blow.
Well,see how the land flies.
Time dies when you’re going with the glow.
Time’s wise when your mind overflows.
Time’s a surprise when you are far too verbose
How my heart sings 