Year-round Yuletide oddities
Many nurses, interns, and med students are creative, ADHD busy bees. They make fun videos to blow off steam, or–in this case–educate with catchy mnemonics songs.
Simple Nursing has impressed me with the diagnostic tool “Beginning to Look a Lot Like Cirrhosis.” It’s well done, fun, and smart. You might learn something.
The pain of Type 2 increases with the sweetest of the holidays. Most diabetics can dodge Halloween candy, but Christmas is all about simple carbs, and added sucrose. Coma on now, people!
Some of the amateur songs are skippable, but The Diabetes Cowboy has a ‘Blue’ mockup “Type 2 Christmas” you might enjoy partially. Hope it’s not insulin you.
I’ve already honored “Santa Claus Gave me Diabetes” from Stuckey and Murray in my sweets phase, but this talky blues is worth another prick of the finger.
Chedda Cheese raps the pain to stay with “Diabetes for Christmas.” Fight the pancreas failure!
The Stones are the worst–no, not Fred and Wilma! Passing lumps of salt through the urethra for Christmas? Don’t get me started! (Please, don’t. I’ve never had kidney stones.)
Norick Eve can tell you. With his daughter (last 1/2 minute), he’ll altrock you through the ordeal of “Daddy has Another Hello Kidney Stone” for Christmas. Yee-ow.
Celebrating the end of the year like Henry VIII? Maybe you’ll develop painful extremities, too!
This subject raises the level of fun. Observe The Likes of Jeff Pittman compromised yet celebrating “Christmas with the Gout.”
Well, i certainly enjoyed my times listening to “This Christmas Everybody Gets the Gout” by Rock, Paper, Cynic (ft. Tico Souza). What a hoot of a folk rock message, antic and able. You have to go there to see what i mean.
Here’s a more appropriate holiday sickness: black-fingers, old nosey dropoff, necrosis of the toes-is. (Warning–songs contained make light of this life-threatening condition.)
daKoda Langford spins a tinkly tale of Christmas illness with his melodic synth rap “Frostbite.” He might be a genre-switching genius. Or twelve.
This danger is not to be confused with being bitten by monster snowmen. Let Myrrhna explain in a Bah & The Humbugs’ “Frostbite.” Haunting pop
Canadian weirdos Jakalope party up the pathologies in “Frostbite Kisses.” Better access to health care makes them more candied cavalier, i guess. Electronic alt.
Who else is sick this time of year? Ready of jerking of tears?
A fine Red-Sovine-style ‘Teddy Bear’ parody, “Sick Cripple Christmas Baby” by Red State Update, tells the story of a terminal child. Or is it?
Kyle Dunnigan trowels on the comedy/tragedy with “My Baby Lamb has Christmas Cancer.” This baby-voiced dirge runs the gamut of attempting humor. Certainly pings the odd meter at the top. (Yes, it’s about a pet lamb.)
Let’s revisit Red State Update for more absurd commentary on our mad world. According to them, Santa needs to be reassured that he can visit ALL on his list, even those suspected of highly contagious conditions. “Dracula Doesn’t have Ebola this Christmas” is pretty much what it claims to be, with saucy pop seriousness. Et in terra pox hominibus bonae voluntatis.
The Big guy has all year to rest and relax (relatively). What if he’s come down with sumpin THAT day?!
The Crystalairs doo wop the cool outta “Santa’s Sick.” Hypothetically, right?
Not much about these guys except this poppin’ 45: Dick & Richard present “Santa Caught a Cold on Christmas Eve.” Dig that bamboo piccolo.
Home strumming from Terry Lingwood. “The Christmas Eve that Santa Got the Flu” sounds like a cautionary folk tale. Well, be prepared always works.
Let’s get historic just for a bit. “Santa’s Got the Swine Flu” by Tom Latourette returns us to the thrilling days of yester-oh-nine when we freaked out that The Pandemic would end us. Or at least, Mr. Claus. (To the tune of that ‘Dreidel’ song.)
Cab Calloway’s kid tried a novelty in 1956. “Dear Santa, Have You Had the Measles?” is singsongy kid basic. Can’t tell if the child has any pipes. But we must hereto broach the idea that someone besides YOU is sick during Xmas. [Choral wonders VocalEssence also do this, with gusto.]
The inconvenience of holiday illness becomes childhood tragic when stricken with “Chicken Pox for Christmas.” Damn.
Kimbo’s Children Music tootles bravely through the itchiness.
Release the bowels! Christmas sick is something extra special, more than spewing out ONE end. Both ends must be evacuated to descend to the depths of disease.
The illustrious Matt Farley as The Toilet Bowl Cleaners drops “I’ll be Home Pooping for Christmas.” It’s not regular. It’s electronic pop.
Well, gosh. Not a fan of ‘comedy bits,’ but this Brit PSA about spoiled leftovers has got to be viewed once or twice more by me and mine.
Mr. Cork runs with the inappropriate victuals into “Diarrhea on Christmas.” Hip hop rock. Catchy, innit?