This verse clearly indicates *the singer* loved Clementine...

and he's simply telling his audience that Clementine's father was an 1849 miner and she and her father lived in a cavern where her father mined for gold:

I had to look it up because even though I thought 36 weeks was too early to be full term, I didn't

know the number of weeks for full term. I thought at 38 weeks.

The colonoscopy procedures did not cause issues except for the second one when I hoped to have

conscious sedation so I could watch it on the monitor. That ended quickly when I felt pain the moment the probe (or whatever it's called) was inserted and hit the first bend in my colon. Full sedation for me!

I have non-insulin dependent diabetes and hypertension. The first colonoscopy prep left me so dehydrated that when it came time for the procedure in the hospital where I was going to put under general anesthesia, the nurses couldn't find a vein to insert the IV needle. They tried three times in one arm, a fourth time in my other arm and finally went through the back of my hand. I felt like a literal pin cushion! I had pain the entire time the needle was in and had a fiery red streak to match.

The second colonoscopy prep caused my blood pressure to go off the chart (the one that determines if you're good to undergo the actual procedure). The procedure was delayed for an inordinate amount of time while the anesthesiologist kept coming to my "cubicle" asking the nurses for my latest blood pressure readings. He also asked me various questions about my heart health history. (I truly felt relaxed and not stressed at all, but my heart has a mind of its own apparently.) My husband was supposed to be able to sit with me during this waiting period, but he was never called back to do so. When I was finally wheeled into the procedure room, I checked the monitor before being put under anesthesia and my blood pressure reading was at either 184/90 or 180/94. I have no idea how high it got while I was waiting. Several months before, it had been at 200/110 as I sat fully relaxed in a doctor's office.

So I weighed the stress the colonoscopy prep and procedure place on my heart with the chance of me ever being diagnosed with colon cancer and decided not to put myself through it again now that I'm in my 60s trying to avoid any type of stress if at all possible.

Colon Cancer Incidence and Mortality by Age group, New York State, 2016-2020

"I focus on small, inner strengths, stay there mentally, and slow down life to a crawl."

I agree with bucolic_frolic's self-help technique.

If by chance you enjoy Randy Rainbow, I recommend his book, "Playing with Myself." He suffered deep mental and emotional wounds throughout his childhood/young adulthood, but he'd escape to his bedroom and comfort (I'd go so far as to say, heal*) himself by tapping into his very creative and imaginative mind. As I'm reading it, having viewed numerous of his musical creations on YouTube, it's like he's right in the room with me. His sense of humor is amazing. He's also only 3 years younger than you.



ETA

* "Heal" meaning to keep the negative self-talk or "monster" (using AZ's term) from taking over.

I'm sorry your anus is where your mouth should be and only spews sh!t.

I don't know what I'm missing either.

I like this 1973 live performance with Ian Gilan best.

Excellent campaign slogan for the twit.

Syracuse, NY is down to AQI of 164 this am from a high of 438 yesterday afternoon.