Toothless Mabel - Feelin' Sorry For Myself

 Mabel Hicastle, aka Toothless Mabel, shares some of the mental anguish and physical stress of her journey with cancer. No doubt the disease not only plays with your body, but your mind as well. She worked as an RN, and got the bad news that she probably won't be able to go back to her job because of permanent disability from the cancer and treatment. This song is her story, from bitterness to resignation of her fate, sung in her melodious voice and guitar solo. 

She has told us she needs to keep busy regardless of her disability, and is looking into any possibilities she may have to utilize her training as a nurse in some capacity. And she's conveyed her desire to increase her recording activity, and we here at Big And Tall Records encourage her to continue as she is able! She's a fine voice in the blues community that brings a woman's viewpoint to a genre that can be male dominated. 

I admit, was feelin’ sorry for myself 

Yeah, really feelin’ sorry for myself 

Why was it me that hard luck would find 

But did I have anyone else in mind? 

 

 Chemo, surgeries, hospital stays 

Treatments, procedures, hospital stays 

Seemed it never would quit 

Made me throw a real fit 

 

Instead of seeing what it was I still had 

I saw what I lost, it made me mad 

I had plenty of things to say 

Lookin' back, wasn't the right way. 

 

Lost all my teeth, don't ya know 

Lost all my damn teeth don't ya know 

Went overnight from a good looking woman 

To a prune faced, wrinkled up crow 

 

Ended up loosing most my foot as well 

Got only half my foot left as well 

Everything made me sick, felt weak and abused

Told most folks in my life to go to hell 

 

 Instead of seeing what it was I still had 

I saw what I lost, it made me mad 

I got nasty, unruly and loud 

And for that, I sure ain't proud 

 

Took a while to get my head screwed on straight 

My head needed to be screwed on straight 

Things kept building and building 

I wondered what would be my fate 

 

But now I see all that I've still got 

Discarded most my brain rot 

Never again be a nurse 

But it still could be worse 

 

 Lots better, but still have my moments 

Try not to slip back to the old refrain 

One thing about it, when I go off on a tear 

I'm still alive...

To complain