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I think it is just the speed and depth of the cool that swept in. It cut my legs from under me. It isn't as if I had great footing to begin with, either. What surprised me was my tolerance. I wasn't freezing, in spite of it being ten degrees colder than usual upstairs, and even cooler downstairs. It was about 60 upstairs, plus or minus a few degrees at times.
The furnace is up, but it doesn't seems to matter. I am wearing warm clothing and a solid jacket. While... warm... too, I am not. I don't think my body temperature, the part I can't seem to warm, has little to do with the environment. And, yes, I did eat. I was tempted to dig into the potato salad, but went with just a few hard boiled duck eggs... along with the two remaining pork chops. Those truly were delicious. And, oddly, the mix was quite good. Duck eggs are a bit off, generally, boiled... on their own. But in potato salad, or other cooked foods, or mixed with certain foods to include pork chops, they go down quite well.
Medicine has been taken. Three days after today and I will have taken nearly two months of medicine without but a few missed doses. I am still disabled. Medicine can't fix that. I can't do as much, but I do more and more often. It is a frustrating life. I really am just waiting to die... but not by will... that is all I have left. I will fight it until I don't, I guess. For what a fight is worth. But, yes, fight it. And, as I suggested, I suspect I have a lot of time left. Most of it will be painful, problematic, difficult. I'm good with that, too. It's all about me, while somehow having nothing to do with me.
I keep trying to open a work window. Getting a shower first. Dishes and laundry next. I'd like to get a load of laundry out, see how well it dries in cool weather. With the wind, probably not too badly. Last I looked, it was in the very low 50's out there. Hmm, not sure if the wind was still brisk though... probably? But, to get to work I have to... I don't know... something is just not working.
I should call my mom, see if they got the cold snap through too. I texted my brother the other day. He didn't text back. He doesn't like to text. I used to be more on his side, but finally gave up and just use it from time to time. Getting over myself is a chore, but... sometimes... it is doable. Having a Boss helps. I may have to text him again. Annoyances are a joy! I am definitely a joy. There are better and greater joys than I by far. Some are on their way right to you. Enjoy! :p
Later.
So, you claim to be annoying which makes you a joy.
ReplyDeleteYour perspective keeps me on my toes.
Yep! Hopefully an endurable one. Oh, just being honest, and hopefully offering a giggle, chuckle, and maybe a grimace in there too. I have heard that it isn't, actually, what we like about people, and other things *wink*, that make us love them. It is what we don't like. It helps us grow, but, too... it provides humility and some other odd things. :p Not sure I agree, but... there seems to be a point in there which definitely is?
ReplyDeleteI don't get the thing, about loving what we don't like, but I had it explained once, and... it sort of made and odd, annoying... thus joyful... sense. :)