It’s been a week since I fell ill in California, and I’m still not completely hale. Last night I fell asleep at midnight, and woke up at 9:30am. This afternoon, after doing some shopping and playing a (really piss-poor) round of disc golf, I lay down for a nap, and was gone for two hours.
My brain feels like it’s full of cotton most of the time. I had a few lucid hours today, but not nearly so many as I’d like to have had.
It’s possible that I’m just overweight, under-exercised, overtired, and under-nourished. I mean, I KNOW I’m all of these things — it’s possible that the brain-o-cotton is a side-effect. I think that means I have to get meals back on schedule, and begin exercising daily.
Wasn’t I just here last year? *sigh*
–Howard
Duh…
I just figured it out.
I’m fatigued because I’m short of breath.
I’m short of breath because I’m wheezing.
I’ve been wheezing since I got back from disc golfing.
The weeds out there were up to my armpits, and I had to wade through them a couple of times to find discs that had departed the mowed stubble of the fairway.
So… albuterol, and I should be all better.
–Howard
I say chaps! I’ve got a super wheeze!
Get well soon Sir.
As the ecofolks start to green up the little corner of North East London where I live by planting more trees in the streets, it gets worse….
Strangely, since our local rectory seems to have an abundance of night scented plants, it doesn’t get better after dark.
I still hope Paris gets the Olympics.
The albuterol couldn’t hurt, but
I haven’t seen you mention your ‘magic bullet’ mega C&E doses. Have you been trying that too, because it sure could help!
Mi sheberakh
Avoteinu: Avraham, Yitzhak, v’Yaakov,
v’Imoteinu: Sarah, Rivka, Rachel v’Leah,
Hu yivarekh virapei
et haholeh/haholah Howard ben (your father’s name here)
HaKadosh Barukh Hu
yimalei rahamim alav,
l’hahalimo,
u-l’rap’oto,
l’hahaziko,
u-l’hay-oto.
V’yishlah lo bim-hera
r’fuah shlemah,
r’fu-at hanefesh u-r’fu-at hagoof,
b’tokh sh’ar holei Yisrael v’holei yoshvei tevel,
hashta ba’agalah u-vizman kariv,
v’no-mar, Amen!
Translated:
May the One who blessed our ancestors —
Patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,
Matriarchs Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel, and Leah —
bless and heal the one who is ill:
Howard son of (again, fill it in).
May the Holy Blessed One
overflow with compassion upon him,
to restore him,
to heal him,
to strengthen him,
to enliven him.
The One will send him, speedily,
a complete healing —
healing of the soul and healing of the body —
along with all the ill,
among the people of Israel and all humankind,
soon,
speedily,
without delay,
and let us all say: Amen!
And that is always a Good Thing®
Ed