Bedtime last night was not until well into the second half of the midnight hour.
My usual broken sleep allowed me to be aware when my wife entered the bedroom ─ after 2:30 a.m., I suspect ─ to gather up what she needed as she readied for bed.
She had only recently arrived home, and had earlier worked from 4:00 p.m. at her friend's Thai restaurant.
Due to the sleep deficit I have been under of late, it was not until almost 6:15 a.m. that I later cared enough about the time to have a peek from 'neath my blindfold.
It was time to rise and get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I have under construction at one of my six hosted websites.
My eldest stepson rose approximately 6:15 a.m. or later to start readying for work ─ he usually rises around 6:00 a.m., and I had begun to accept that he was blowing off the day as he often does.
My work on the post kept me up until after my younger brother emerged from his bedroom around 8:30 a.m., and I felt it too inconvenient to try for a nap once I was done the work an hour later.
However, I did lie down on the floor in front of my computer for something under 10 minutes in order to rest my burning eyes, and to try and ease the kinks out of my cramped body that result from spending a few hours hunched over on the metal office swivel chair that serves as my seat at my computer here in the small room next to my bedroom.
I become so 'bent' that it takes a minute or more for me just to be able to touch the back of my head on the floor while simultaneously keeping the small of my back as close to the floor as I can get it ─ the inclination initially is to elevate my pelvis if my head is touching the floor; or conversely my head is elevated a few inches if my pelvis is flat against the floor.
It is a baleful matter to have one's spine so contorted from being frozen into such a misconfiguration that is unfortunately unavoidable due to the improper tools I have at my disposal ─ a cheap desk suited for a child with a keyboard shelf so low that it is barely above my knees.
I am unable to afford anything else, and it has been my lot to have to endure this for nigh on a decade now.
And at the age of 69, my spine tends to freeze more rigorously from this poor posture than might younger adults. When I rise after being seated like this for a few hours, I cannot even stand perfectly upright.
But what else can I do? I cannot seem to win my way to indebtedness, so this futile effort at earning a second income online must be maintained.
Anyway, my wife rose on her own this morning, shortly after 10:00 a.m.; and after she had left on her drive to work a half-hour later (she had an 11:00 a.m. start), I sat with my brother operating our T9 Android 8.1 T.V. box so we could watch a few T.V. shows until he was ready to head on back up to his bedroom midway through the noon-hour to rest up ere taking off for the afternoon.
I could have sought a nap at that point, but instead I willfully dallied here at my computer in a waste of physical and mental resources until I believed that I heard him stirring about, perhaps readying for his afternoon away from here.
It must have been at least 1:30 p.m., and maybe nearer 2:00 p.m.
Only then did I seek a nap. But it was too short ─ I still have so much to do this afternoon. Yet my eyes are so stressed that I feel near an eyestrain headache.
The day has been mostly overcast, but there have been some very sunny spells.
I don't feel able to sit here all afternoon trying to create a meaty blog post, and it is already 4:15 p.m. as I type these words, I want to get in some exercise; and then I would like to have my day's first meal ─ I have eaten nothing yet but my hot caffeinated beverages.
But before I break, I want to offer some articles that are reporting on a rather discouraging new study that researched a class of drugs for breast cancer treatment that are called aromatase inhibitors ─ and which have other medical uses as well.
The study delved into the severe side effects, and the mechanisms behind them:
JacksDailyDose.com
UPI.com
ScienceDaily.com
DailyMail.co.uk
The first article cautioned that women should seek second opinions ere consenting to anything radical ─ remember, surgeons make their living through performing surgeries, and not by talking people out of these procedures.
It might indeed be a good idea to also get a well-researched naturopathic doctor involved.
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Okay, I've had my break, and it is now 5:42 p.m.
Just recently I weathered a flu infection that set in back on January 14, and which had me pretty much housebound until last Saturday.
And I truly did weather it ─ I took nothing for the constant fever, nor the violent coughing.
However, I am retired, so missing something like a job was not an issue with me. I was more concerned with beating this thing naturally.
And since I never had a chance to get out and stock up on any natural treatments, all I had to hand were vitamin C and vitamin D3 supplements.
Oh, I had other nutritional supplements, but those are the two big ones that are generally extolled for this sort of thing.
I also ensured that I consumed a lot of turmeric, and I had my naturally fermented vegetables. A few times, I even tried salving my urge to cough with a spoonful of raw wild honey that I also had in stock ─ I would sort of gargle with the pure honey, slowly swallowing some until it was all down my throat.
Many people who get sick like I did will rush off to a doctor and quite often end up with some useless prescription for antibiotics "just to be safe."
Sometimes the class of antibiotic may even be fluoroquinolones.
Can you imagine getting a prescription for something like this, and then upon loyally taking the medication, unknowingly develop an aortic aneurysm?
These articles tell of the FDA's warning of this danger ─ the first article rather graphically details what this would entail, while the final article is actually the FDA warning itself:
JacksDailyDose.com
CNN.com
CIDRAP.UMN.edu
FDA.gov
No, my bout of flu was no picnic, but at least I wasn't prescribed something with deadly side effects.
I have to get this post finished, so I am just going to present a few more photos that were taken just over a year ago when my wife and her two sons arranged a small reunion in Bali with five of their Thailand family members.
I am only going to offer three photos ─ they are of my eldest stepson (23 years old at the time), and were taken on January 30, 2018:
His younger brother seems to have today off work.
My wife told me yesterday that the younger lad (now 21 years old) chastised her earlier this week when she drove home following work ─ and after she had been doing some drinking.
I got the impression that she was rather pleased with him for being so concerned of her.
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