Saturday, June 18, 2022

 Saturday, June 18, 2022

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   While I slept beautifully, I woke up in a foul mood. Yvette came up to hang up some sheets on my laundry line. She asked if she should take down some sheets I had hanging. I said, "That's okay," meaning leave them be. I'll take care of it. She understood the opposite. She came in with the sheets in a tumble and tried to fold them. I was so irritated. I told her to leave them be. I would take care of it. I had a system for folding sheets while on the line. It wasn't what I said but the irritation in my tone. God, was I ever grouchy. I easily folded the sheets using the bed for assistance. Yvette had tried to use her height, close to six feet, to fold them. That didn't work. She was dragging them on the floor.

   I was still on the walker. Carrying things presented a problem. Today I dropped my computer. It landed flat on the tiled floor. We'll see how it does. Nothing showed up immediately, but there's always a possible slow burn.   

  I ironed two sheets today. I finished ironing one set. I was afraid to put them back in the zippered plastic bag for storage because of the high humidity. It was the rainy season, but the amount of rain verged on the ridiculous. The downpour was so intense that it overflowed the gutters. The rain bounced off the pavement. If you had stepped out into the torrent, you would have been soaked in a minute flat. It would have been the same as having a bucket of water thrown on you.

  I had my first acupuncture appointment since my surgery. I'd been reluctant; I was concerned about over-stimulating the surgical leg and causing a blood clot to go on the move. I have to take baby aspirin twice a day for a month. I have been careful not to apply pressure to that leg and overstimulate it. The acupuncturist mainly worked on the right lower leg and some on the lower left. It felt okay. She applied the needles to both those areas. She listed all the issues she addressed. She must have named six. I don't remember all of them. I do remember her listing detox as one of them. I do believe that some of my constant exhaustion is due to that. Not just from the hydrocodone but from the spinal block and the propanol used to knock me silly. Possibly the ibuprofen and the Tylenol I continued to take too. In the past, if I couldn't sleep, I might take one Tylenol. That would knock me out. I wasn't used to regularly taking that and am chemically sensitive.

      My appetite was returning. I was wildly hungry in the midafternoon. I  scrambled three eggs, two slices of the sourdough rye from Sundog bakery, and a healthy dose of Hersey's milk chocolate nuggets with whole almonds from the stash Dorothy sent me. My appetite for chocolate was returning. That was a measure of my improved health.

    Alexandra stopped by to pick up the game she brought over for Sidney and her final check. She visited for a while. I had just awakened from one of my many naps. She sat on the floor while I lay on the sofa, and we chatted. She's a bright girl interested in many things. She was a pleasure to talk to.

 When I spoke to my friend Jean earlier in the day, she recommended the movie, Dreamer. It was a feel-good movie with Chris Christopherson, Kurt Russell, and Dakota Fanning, with a cameo role for Elizabeth Shue- a damn good cast. The film had too many unrealistic premises for me to enjoy it. One or two I can handle; this had five or six. 

 Some people object to the false premise in Bridgerton that the nobility received black people at the time of King George III and Queen Charlotte. They're concerned some people might believe it was that way. This is fiction, and it is presented as such. No one is suggesting this is a documentary. Contemporary historical dramas always have some anachronistic touches. Some I barely notice; some are more difficult to tolerate. The independence of women in the series Reign is too much. Color blind casting jars on my nerves. I have to wonder why. They cast white people as blacks in the early movies. That never bothered me. Why can I barely notice factual miscasting in one context but not another? I believe color-blind casting is good because it gives us all a chance to see people of color as people, not just people of color. if someone takes the fiction for fact, . . . . . . what can I say? I understand why people are confused when someone argues the holocaust never happened. Someone is asserting this information as the truth. That creates confusion. Fiction is fiction, a what-if twist on history.

  I wasn't tired at night. I waited till 11 pm to go to bed. My bedtime is closer to 9:30 usually, but then I get up at 5:30. I kept those hours when I went to Bikram regularly. Yvette had driveway yoga three times a week. I hadn't done Bikram since Covid started. Yvette cut her classes back to two days a week, then one, and none for the past several months. Now, I stay in bed at least till 6 am, sometimes till seven, instead of getting up at five-thirty.