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Up for two and a half, three, hours? Though to be fair, it is still quite cool. It is still right at 51 out there, 68 up front here. A jacket might help. A wonderful morning though, really.
Yes, a jacket. I had coffee left over from last night. Consumed that, but cold. Water heating for a hot one this morning. Hungry? Yes, but I don't want to cook.
Had to check. Of the two meds I got, one is every six hours, the other is every twelve hours, one is required, the other is optional. Good, the antibiotics are twice a day. The other, as it is turning, isn't necessary. The nausea, I still think, was from the skankiness of Arby's sandwich meat. Probably. Though I still have some fear they snuck in something they shouldn't have given me. Medical is bought and against health, in some if not all places, to some degree or other. Definitely makes me think of Invasion of the Body Snatchers type of vibe.
The mosquito repellant is working, mostly. Nothing seems to be 100% proof against, but this is much better. Now that I have it, I'll keep it on after dusk. Oh, it could be worse. If they weren't spraying, it would be horrible here. That I am pretty sure about. All you have to do, to see that, is to go out with someone who sprays, and watch how many there are before, and often after, as you often have to loop back on some of the tracks. Headlights show it all. It's terrifying how much mosquitoes there are out there, and other types.
Even so, there... are some remaining. Could only imagine a swarm that wasn't kept back a goodly bit. I could see those killing cattle, possibly people. I still have some, from before digging for the stuff. Even using (near) 100% deet, a few get through. And, still suffering from the dozen or so which hit before spraying. Damned bugs!
Today? Mostly just a day of rest. The infection seems to be improving. Taking other meds and just... resting, reading, listening.
My mother called yesterday. She is watching the olympics. No, I don't watch. It's become too politicized, and the wrong way, in every way. I can't remember how long it has been since we have been represented by Americans. You'd think America was african, by what you see at the olympics. Or mexican, then, next? No, I... won't watch. No interest in rigged games anyway. Just look at the medal standings. Rigged. Definitely rigged, and definitely not national beyond that. Probably doping, too, just figured out how to do it, or even worked with the officials to helps certain nations do dirt.
I didn't go that far. Just... no reason for me to watch, an no real means. I don't get television. Just a little 'go America', and glad she enjoyed. I wonder if she caught the opening ceremony. You'd think that would have shut it down, though... maybe she no longer cares about such things? Or just didn't, doesn't, won't, understand? No, I just heard about it. Can't avoid some news no matter how diligently I try. If most of the gossip hounds are as in your face with it as the events themselves. *ignore*
One of her surrogate sort of grandsons died. Only 24. A good worker, and a good kid. Who helped his mother though a (or series) of heart surgery(ies)? Made it to management level at a larger grocery chain, and else. I asked if he had been vaxed. She still doesn't understand how bad those things were. Or that they weren't needed for the young, at all. Or... or... or... She is still refusing to understand, or get it. Maybe she can't get it.
But, yeah. Organ failure, for no good reason, in a young otherwise healthy man, out of the blue? That just doesn't happen without something unusual. His mom's only child. At least he had been a good one? If that will make the loss worse. Wow, 24. Started having problems a year ago, then just... didn't wake up. Definitely praying for his soul, and his family. No matter, a mother's worst event.
But one child? And why not. No one can tell you until you live it, I think. Still, I knew her. She seemed a good woman? How well do you ever know folk though. Still, that is a tough one.
Well... on to... something? Or nothing? Or little? Trash and recycling out. Last week was not recycling. Oh well. It's ready to go. Later.
I need to call my Mom. First week of June last we talked. I'm a bad son.
ReplyDeleteDreams: Means You're getting deep enough sleep.
Lockdown Defense: long hours of steady state steaming, gave us enterprising young Nukes plenty of time to think up ways to thwart ANYONE trying to access the plant. A book called "Raid on Truman" (bad guys take over a Nimitz class carrier) fueled our "plans". We came up with some very nasty "defenses" I bragged that my watchteam could lock down the plant for at least 48 hrs.... minimum... food was the limiting factor.
Mental Health: I'm thinking of a week or more road trip, just me. No phone, won't tell anyone I'm going, just disappear, let them think I'm going to work... let them wonder/ figure out I'm not coming home. (every day). Tickle the thought... "I don't NEED them" "Don't want their drama". see how soon they panic. For all I know, they won't notice, then the joke is on me. Bonus points they file a missing persons report. (guess I'll have to pay cash, no trail from purchases)
Trip: My Dad wanted to be buried at sea, he said so that Bro & myself would get another "Underweigh" . Almost impossible to arrange these days. So, I've always said I'd like my ashes to be spread in major rivers' headwaters, so anyone along that river could wade in and say "Hi". Eventually He'll make the oceans. Though a bit of him should be spread in the ports he sailed. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a couple pinches of ash ending up in a Olongapo bar/ cathouse. LONGER trip by air or better, book passage on a cargo ship to Asia. I've got some Rivers to hit, maybe. Me time for sure, a month? or three out from now. May have to hit Yellowstone before it blows up.
I don't call my mother. But do my best to answer when she calls. She never answers when I call. So... for my part, that is just the way of it.
ReplyDeleteYep. While only an a-ganger, we had... plans, plots, ideas. If necessary, to to sink the boat. Not... difficult, with several of the systems. Not even involving torpedoes, though those would be quick duty. Amazing how many dangerous things and processes were onboard such a fragile (relatively) underwater city. Yeah, I figured you would... roughly... at least appreciate the notion. Terrifying as it might be in practice. If it hadn't been so cold those nights, I would have been drenched. Used to dream dark things two to three times a week, or more.
Well, if you escape, feel free to visit. If nothing else, I know of the best steak house from here to Cornell, New York (that I have found). Though... if you are just going until you are found, or lost, travel well, with God's speed, and take care. I've... almost thought of that myself. If I can unhook from the house, rightly, I will... go myself.
Thankfully, or not, no one will notice, mostly. Though there is some hope I will find someone, out there. A woman type. Bleh. And make a few rugrats too.
Though I hope you just get out and get back into mind. Life really isn't bad. If you have to sort a few things, do it. Trust me, even in severe pain often, I have finally started enjoying life.