Strange Indeed

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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