Bless You. Sort of…

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It is all related, I’ll tell you.

I started out life as a little Tomboy.  A jock to the core.  This is patently apparent  if one views the pages of our family photo albums.  It is also unmistakable, when you turn those pages, that we were raised Catholic.  Our every day started out with Mass.

So it is no surprise, that both of these early influences, still have tinctures on my persona.

Which brings me to present-day.  A Sunday.  The jock in me, likes to watch sports on TV.  But my “watching” sports is more like having it on in the background.  Paying attention intermittently.  So just a couple of girls and their dogs. With the TV on.   And with that, comes all the commercials.  It seems like NFL Sunday has its fair share of Prescription Medication Commercials.  And when I hear them, I can’t get the name of the drug out of my head.  It is JUST like when you hear the “I Dream of Jeannie” Song… and then it plays over and over and over….. right between your ears.

INVOKANA.  There it is.  I said it.  That’s one that is stuck on my brain today.  Invokana.  Invokana.  But it never sounds like a drug to me.  None of them do.  Today…they all sound like Catholic rhetoric.

The Feast of Invokana.  It occurs every December.  An Angel visits Mary and tells her not to ride the donkey to Jerusalem for the census count.  He tells her to stay at home and have the baby.  There won’t be room in the Inn… blah, blah, blah.  The Feast of Invokana.

Then there is LYRICA.  Another biggie.  Lyrica, happens to be the Chorus of the Saints.  When you get to Heaven, and Peter opens the Pearly Gates for you… the Saints join together and sing the Lyrica.  The song depends on the person, but the overall convocation is The Lyrica.  It is quite beautiful.

CRESTOR.  Now that is the main emblem of The Roman Catholic Church.  The official name.  The Holy Crestor.  Shiny. Gold.  You know the drill.

ENBREL.  That’s Gabriel’s little brother.  A lesser-know angel.   While Gabriel was known to blow his trumpet,  Enbrel  can play a mean clarinet.  Jazzy Wings.

HUMIRA.  This was sort of where original sin is forgiven.  On Humira Wednesday.  The lowly humans are reminded of their sin, and the fall of man.  However, on Humira Wednesday, ashes are placed on the tip of your nose, with promise of absolution.  Achoo.

FLOMAX.  Flomax is the Patron Saint of Women on their periods.

LOPRESSOR and ZOCOR.   From The Book of the Black Sabbath.  The left- and right-hand demons of Satan.  Zocor stands at the Gates of Hell.  Lopressor is a thug.  Satan’s Thug Demon.

Last but not least.  WELLBUTRIN.  This is officially called the Four Weeks of Wellbutrin.  A time of absolution, repentance, and  dispensation of all human shortcomings and that pesky lowly mortal unworthiness.  The Four Weeks of Wellbutrin are a time for Holy Preparation.  Also known as Preparation-H.

So there you have it.  A typical Sunday here.  The Girls. The Dogs.   A little football… on that old TV….  with a few little commercials….

Which seem to leave me saying… “Who Let The Dogma Out? Woof. Woof. Woof.  Who Let The Dogma Out? Woof. Woof. Woof.”

“Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson


“Art does not reproduce what we see. It makes us see.”
― Paul Klee