Tuesday Poem: With respect to an explanation

Tuesday has come around again, and there is nothing left.
I can explain sensitivy and specificity
as the chances they got it right
and the chances they got it wrong
respectively
But respectfully there is
nothing
here
any
more

Been doing the hard yards for awhile now.  Sometimes life isn't easy sailing, so I find myself appologising once again for the lak of beauty in my post, the lack of fantasy, and the lack of wonder.  At least the lack of the type of wonder that you can take away and enjoy while picnicking out on the rocks.

But at least you've learnt something - so when the doc tests you for somehthing you can look up - and find out the chances that the test got it right.  After all, whatever happens it's you that has to live with the consequences.

Have a happy healthy week, and look after yourselves,

cheers,

A.J.