Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
And learn to live so free
And when we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up
And let us in
(Broken Wings Lyrics by
Mr Mister)
(persimmons from an errant tree in Dad’s backyard / Julie Cook / 2016)
“You are getting on my last nerve!”
“Ahh, where exactly is it so I can get off?”
Such is the tit for tat banter when my husband is on a roll of
purposeful and almost giddy aggravation.
I did a bit of research about the expression…one I’ve always used as I figured it
was some sort of Southern slang…
But as is so much of our speech—it originated in Great Britain,
the south London area to be exact…
being first documented in print during WWII.
Cockney as best as I can gather and originally referencing a male body part…
Hummmm….
I think I prefer the use of the word “nerve”—
as that is usually is what is aggravated when one
is being…aggravated…
And speaking of aggravated nerves…
Today is the long awaited Nerve Block at the Orthopedic Spine clinic!!!
Is it bad that I am almost giddy about having to go have a 45 minute
procedure which includes a horse shot sized needle in the precarious area of one’s spine…?
Prayers that the doctor can successfully find the bulging disc, shoot the shot…
and then prayerfully these oh so aggravated, angry and painful nerves can finally
cease and desist….!!!
And for whatever reason, the “take these broken wings” song
came to mind as I was thinking about
someone taking these broken nerves!!!!!
Here’s to success!!!!!
Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed;
Save me, and I shall be saved,
For You are my praise.
Jeremiah 17:14
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