A tired mind goes to strange places.
I worked Sunday from around 11:30 in the morning with plans to knock off at 8:00. A couple of late calls to the far west suburbs kept me out, and then they were very difficult to find, or far to get to, and I wound up getting home around 11:00. I had planned to start Monday at 4:00 am.
Not one to be deterred, I delayed my wake-up by half an hour, started a half-hour later than I had intended, and worked 14 hours Monday on only 4 ½ hours of sleep.
After I called it a day I stopped at Rosebud of Schaumburg for their Monday all you can eat spaghetti and meatballs special. While I was waiting and watching my waiter who was also one of the bartenders, and waiting because he was really busy, the phrase "like a chicken with its head cut off" came to mind. I've never seen a chicken get its head cut off — and I don't EVER WANT to — so I've never seen if the body actually runs around, or if it just flops and flails. But then I got to wondering about the head. Does anything on the other side of the cut stay "alive" afterward?
And then my mind drifted to the poor humans who have met such a fate. I would venture to say that our bodies are a little more sophisticated than that of a chicken, but I don't recall ever hearing that the headless portion continues moving in any fashion after gravity (and that's quite a fitting word!) has had its way. And again, but what about the head? Is it like being hit with a blunt instrument, where the temporary interruption of nerve impulses cause a momentary lack of consciousness...? Only, in the case of a beheading it's permanent, of course.... Or would the sudden cessation of oxygen to the brain cause immediate lights out?
How awful that would be, no? If the last moments of cognizance were of the point of view of a window on a ball rolling around on the floor and seeing the rest of your body from a distance and perspective — and in a condition — you had never seen before!
My apologies. As I wrote above, a tired mind goes to some strange places, indeed. Time for bed!
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5 comments:
I wish I could express to you just how weird this reads to someone who is completely doped up on Benadryl. I'm blaming you for any bizarre nightmares that I may have tonight.
Well, at least I'm inspiring dreams in someone's head tonight. That can't be all bad.
I was going to ask what sort of drugs you were taking and were you willing to share????
Saw the unfortunate demise of many a chicken during my days up on the mountain.
We didn't let them run or flop after beheading but held onto their feet and quickly placed them into a bag to prevent blood getting everywhere. The body jerks around quite a bit and I suspect they'd flog around as the motions are quite jerky.
The head doesn't flop around itself, though the beak works and I believe the eyes do roll around.
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