Although I was into bed last evening ahead of 10:00 p.m., the knowledge that my wife would be showing up at some point thereafter following her long day of work at her friend's Thai restaurant was probably responsible for disturbing me too much to allow the arrival of sleep.
I wear a makeshift blindfold and earplugs, but they are not perfect at blocking out the entirety of my environment.
I was awake when she first briefly entered the bedroom an hour or so later. And when she finally went to bed late in the midnight hour, I was awake then, too.
I was never to feel quite well, either ─ some general malaise that is impossible to describe.
What sleep I did achieve was very fragmentary ─ there were likely some instances of it before my wife came to bed, but I just do not recall.
Whatever the case, I was awake enough just after 2:00 a.m. that it occurred to me ─ as I lay there feeling sleepless ─ that I might as well just get up and get to work on the building of a foundation for a new post at one of my six hosted websites.
If I persevered, I might get in enough work on it that I would be able to return to bed before 6:00 a.m. ─ I do not like returning to bed later than that for concern of disrupting my wife's essential sleep if I expect that she has to work later in the morning (her usual start time is 11:00 a.m., but she has to ready herself and then embark on a pretty long drive).
Well, I barely succeeded ─ I was easing myself back into bed with no more than 10 minutes to go ere 6:00 a.m. But judging by how my wife stirred, she was probably not sleeping.
Soon enough, her eldest son was into the bathroom next to our bedroom to begin readying himself for his drive to work. His younger brother has an afternoon shift at his own job, and still seemed to be up when I had first risen ─ he must have been watching a movie or doing something else of a similar nature while laying in his bed (he has a monitor set up beside his bed).
Anyway, despite this return to my bed, I still had an abominable time of it trying to sleep. And shortly after 9:00 a.m. I was ready to get up again, even though I felt badly in need of proper sleep.
I was surprised to find that my younger brother had not yet risen ─ this is very unusual. He must have hit the drink especially heavily last evening.
My wife usually rises around 10:00 a.m. to ready herself for work, but she overshot that by nearly 10 minutes. And then instead of starting her usual workday preparations, she began fussing in the kitchen and was soon cooking a stir-fry dish for everyone to enjoy later in the day.
It was probably around 10:50 a.m. when she at last left on her drive ─ I counselled her not to be speeding!
At 10:00 a.m. I had turned on the T.V. to try and locate either of two documentaries I had in mind ─ I was using our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box.
I wanted to do this before my younger brother turned up, for he is often very bitchy when it comes to having to watch documentaries, and I wanted to have one set up to go before he had planted his behind in his favourite chair in the living room and began complaining once he realized what I was seeking.
Well, like that bad penny, he suddenly made his appearance.
I ended up cutting my search short, failing to find any sources to either of the documentaries. However, I later realized that in my rush, I had forgotten to give the YouTube application downloaded into the Android TV Box a try, and I now know that both of them are available there.
But I shall speak no more of either of them in this post ─ it is a discussion that must wait until I have actually watched one or both of the features.
What I did settle on tuning in was a movie that turned out to exceed two hours in length (there are no commercial breaks when one uses an Android TV Box to watch an episode of a T.V. show or a movie).
It was just the sort of movie that my younger brother appreciates, and there is no question that it kept the viewer's interest.
I recognized the actor playing the shaven-headed lead character, but I was never able to pinpoint him with any precision. I knew I had seen him quite often before, but I could not think of even just one T.V. show or movie.
This specific movie was titled Brawl in Cell Block 99, and the actor playing an unbelievably tough fight finisher was Vince Vaughn.
I had never seen him shaven-headed before ─ that was what foiled my attempts to recall his identity.
And who knew that the guy is actually six feet and five inches in height!
His performance as an intelligent and rather soft-spoken tough guy who didn't like to see anyone get hurt who did not deserve it, was most believable.
And so was his fighting prowess. He seemed brutally indomitable and nearly indestructible.
But it appeared that he was on a collision course with only a dead-end ahead...and that was exactly how it turned out for him. There was no happy ending, apart from the utter and violent eradication of the gang of villains he had run afoul of.
Since the movie took my younger brother and I into the noon-hour, he then retired to his bedroom to rest up before taking off for the afternoon.
I waited until just after 1:00 a.m. before I also sought a nap.
When I emerged from my bedroom well past 2:00 p.m., my brother was gone, but my youngest stepson was finally up from his bed for the day.
I wanted to have some exercise out in the backyard tool-shed, so I first weighed myself dressed exactly as I would be for my exercising out there: 187 or 188 pounds.
I usually like to know just how much poundage I'm going to have to be hauling up and down when I tackle the pull-ups and chin-ups portion of the exercising.
The day was sunny, with a rather too cool breeze kicking up. I wanted to get in some time basking in the sunshine, but I was very hungry. Thus, rather than delay my day's first meal, I came into the house to have it.
My youngest stepson had already left, apparently for work.
I ate, and then went back out to the backyard; and beginning at 3:25 p.m., I spent just over 40 minutes seated in a deck- or lawn-chair while slouched down and facing directly into the Sun.
I wore cut-offs, and went topless, with my bared feet on the lawn.
However, just before, I had seen an E-mail from one of the three banks my wife has us involved with. This specific bank has been phoning me ─ sometimes perhaps several times a day; but I never take the calls.
I do not deal with that bank, but I did once get a joint account set up there with my wife nearly a decade ago.
And ever since, she has been racking up credit debt there, just as she has with one of the other banks ─ debt I shall never get out from under without a financial miracle.
It has become so serious now that I am considering ending things for myself sometime during my 70th year ─ and I turn 70 this coming Fall.
I cannot live indeterminately with this constant, wearing worry ─ it is a cancerous thing.
When first I was sitting outside, I was nigh trembling from the anxiety. And never throughout those 40 minutes that I sat out there did I not have the weight of that worrisome debt fully in my thoughts.
I suppose that I should feel grateful that I am not prone to headaches.
Coincidental to this, I read the following article that extols the virtues of a plant with a long historical reputation for efficacy with relieving headaches ─ and a host of other ills.
The plant has various names, one of which is betony (Stachys officinalis):
HSIonline.com
You can undoubtedly find lots of other information on your pwn, but here are three sample articles ─ the third is very mainstream and thus can provide cautions you might not read of elsewhere:
- HerbCraft.org: wood betony ~ stachys officinalis/betonica officinalis
- WebStu.ONU.edu: Wood Betony: Stachys Officinalis, Bishopswort, Vettonica, Crown Chakra
- WebMD.com: Betony: Uses, Side Effects, Interactions, Dosage, and Warning
I made an Amazon search at the top of this post to see what sort of betony products would display, and what the price ranges are. However, since I do not typically suffer headaches, I cannot deem myself able to afford exploring the potential of the plant.
I have read many articles in the past that have me convinced that I would benefit from cleansing my sinuses with essential oils via the methodology known as nasya.
The following article might just be the catalyst that goads me into making a purchase of the proper type of essential oils ─ it would be a worthy investment, by my estimation:
LifeSpa.com
It is simply not in me to involve myself with the prolonged therapy described as the full protocol in the article ─ something like that would have to be administered to me by someone else as a delightful pampering experience.
So it's never going to happen.
But I would very much love to try just the inhalation of the drops of the essential oils. I would be willing to at least perform that step upon myself, and on a daily basis.
I would have to use Amazon Canada for any purchases ─ and unfortunately, their offerings are more limited and expensive than Amazon U.S. But I think that I would only need to use up a single vial of oil and have the results that I believe I am after.
The Amazon search I made using the term "nasya essential oils" is at the bottom of this post ─ if you are also interested in giving this treatment a shot. However, I think only Amazon U.S. and Amazon U.K. results will show.
Canadians will have to search Amazon Canada for themselves.
I wonder if this nasya cleanse might even unblock my left ear?
Ever since I suffered a bad case of the flu during the first half of February, my left ear ─ which had theretofore been my ear of sharpest hearing ─ has been 'plugged up.' The effect is exactly as if I had left an earplug or cotton wad stuffed into it.
Sometimes I now find that I have to cup that ear in order to clearly hear conversation on T.V.
It bloody sucks enough to be growing old and feeling helpless ─ it's only worse to be losing one's physical senses.
Over the Winter, I had high hopes of investing in various herb garden seeds to plant this Spring and have a wonderful array of these growing wonders here at home, but my recent discovery of just how profound my debt is has killed that project.
Nevertheless, you may not be in the financial restraints that bind me, and this article may be of considerable use to you:
DrMicozzi.com
Despite that flu event I mentioned, I would never willingly accept a flu vaccination.
Anyone of like mind will enjoy this commentary reporting on the liars at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) in the U.S.:
JacksDailyDose.com
I close now with some photos that were probably taken on February 25, 2018 in the city of Udon Thani.
My wife has two sisters, one of whom is Lumpoon. Her daughter got married that day.
In the following photo, the bride is there at the bottom right corner of the photo; and the man approaching in the line-up is Santi, the only surviving brother to my wife and Lumpoon:
The red-headed woman in these two final photos is someone I have only ever known as my wife's "sister - cousin."
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