“`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought. So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
‘And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’ He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.”
One of my favorite poems, the Jabberwocky from Through the Looking Glass is also by one of my favorite authors. When my cousin Diane said it was time to slay the hiccup dragon, there could be no other picture in my mind than the beast as drawn by John Tenniel in 1871. Our vorpal blade, lemons and Ativan, has gone snicker-snack. Knocking wood as I type, it’s been 24 hours since Rich and I tried a round the clock Ativan regimen. And, we tentatively report, it’s working!
We chortle in our joy.
It’s a little too soon to say they are really and truly gone…there is one more day of therapy this weekend where Rich will receive one of the hiccups culprits, Decadron. If so, then one, two, one, two, we’ll have to battle it through and through.
But for now, O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! ‘Tis Brillig indeed!