Doctor's

It’s terrible; it’s unbelievable; it’s unforgivable…

Ever since my heart attack in 2010 I’ve repeatedly been asked: “Have you stopped smoking, and, are you maintaining a healthy diet?”

It’s obvious that the level of medical complacency I meet head-on defies belief on an almost weekly basis; as if this weren’t the case, there would be something to suggest that even the simplest of rudimentary doctors would have read my notes in discovering the answer they need to know, before asking the question, but nope, not one has had the common-sense to do so.  They just reel off the same two questions, robotically, every time – you must know of this, or have come across it for yourself a family member, or a friend?

I suppose given the option, they’d all blame it on being overworked through extraordinary long hours?

Even stranger is the fact that although they (the doctors and consultants) all complain about the hours they put in, not once do you hear of a complaint where their salaries are concerned, or the fact that they are earning scandalous amounts, year in and year out…  That’s called: “having your cake and eating it, with Royal icing, cherries and candles on top, too!”

Outside of the smoking cessation bit, it’s the same with my diet.  “Are you eating 5 fruits and or Vegetables daily?”  My answer is now always the same.  I say, “Yes.  I’ve actually created a new diet where everything I need is found in the colours of healthy eating.  Even fresh fish and chicken breasts are catered for and have been attributed to white and pink, which is inclusive of all the other colours present and needed.

When they ask: “What is it you’re doing that maintains this eating plan?”

I then explain to them: “I have Red for peppers, Green for veggies, yellow for bananas, Orange for carrots, white for fish, and pink for chicken breast, etc.  And then I show them how all of this is put together.  The looks on their faces, now, defy belief!

Yep, take the water out of them and they show no sense of humour!

Old Politics

Not so long ago, in a country not too far away, perhaps in your part of the world, “Someone” said: ‘give them three strikes and they’re out!’

Who said that, asked? “Present Memory” with difficulty

A person once involved in the main British government, replied “Past Memory”

But, wasn't that someone else’s idea? Enquired “Present Memory” still showings signs of not fully comprehending.

 Yes, answered “Past Memory” It was once used to help reform justice in the United States of America. I believe it was some years ago, although I'm not sure.

So, how come it’s being used in our part of the world, here in England, for possible Social Security Reform against the poor? Asked “Intelligence.”

Because no one has any creativity, these days, sniggered “Plagiarism.”

Whatever happened to “Creativity” and “Originality”? Enquired, “Present Memory.”

They were engaged in a constant duel, until one began cancelling the other out until only one of them remained. It was a fight to the bitter end, answered “Death.”

Which one of them survived? Asked: “Life.”

Neither answered “Death.”

Why, Enquired: “Concern.”

Because the remaining one called “Creativity” had to fight to keep his position open, and he lost. He was too tired to go on. He was being overthrown by cheating at every corner of his existence, “Death” Answered.

Whom did he have to fight that could overcome ‘his’ talent, and make him feel wasted, asked “Intelligence.”

“Plagiarism” sniggered: “Me.”

You see, said “Everyone,” these days it is easier to copy than it is to create. It is easier to destroy than it is to build. As for the hierarchy of society, it is easier to ignore than to aid. It is easier to pass things by and to follow blindly where Angels would fear to tread. It is easier to stab a poor man in the back than it is to defeat a rich man!

That is why, my friends, said “Conscience” nobody gives an iota!

They all sat themselves down in their respective pews of power, on both sides of the house, then said and did nothing – for “Everyone” was too tired at hearing that same old story again!