I saved myself another beer or two last evening ─ once again, I was early to bed. It was 9:14 p.m., in fact.
My younger brother arrived home shortly after 8:00 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking, and maybe 10 minutes after seating himself in his favourite living room chair, he had passed out.
As usual, I then turned off our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box that I had been using to watch an episode of one of the series I sometimes tune in when my brother is not present, and I switched the T.V. over to the news channel we receive through our basic cable package.
I came upstairs and brushed my teeth, and then spent some time here at my computer.
Normally I just leave my brother alone in the living room with the running T.V. ─ its volume fairly low. But this time I decided to do something different, since my eldest stepson had gone to bed and his younger brother was not home ─ and my wife was still working at her friend's Thai restaurant.
Since there were no lights on downstairs, I decided to just turn off the T.V. and leave my brother in the darkness, and then go to bed.
Perhaps when he revived in the confusing silent darkness, it would have more impact than recovering does when the T.V. is on.
Perhaps his dim wits actually think that ─ because the T.V. had been on when he was passed out ─ no one noticed that his brain had folded up.
Perhaps his dim wits actually think that ─ because the T.V. had been on when he was passed out ─ no one noticed that his brain had folded up.
Well, it's not going to be as easy to deny when he wakes up in utter blackness and silence ─ we bloody well know.
I won't be able to do this with any kind of regularity, for it is rare no one else is home with one or more lights on downstairs. However, even if there is a light or two on in other parts of the house, leaving him unconscious in the darkened living room after switching off the T.V. should still have a greater impact than my past practice has.
I never sleep well when I retire early, and last evening I also suffered from overheating ─ the bedding around me was becoming damp from the perspiration I was producing. I could feel occasional trickles of sweat running across my face and torso.
I was also aware when my wife was home later in the evening and doing some fussing in the bedroom. I wear a makeshift blindfold to keep out the light, but I'm not deaf yet.
The point arrived when I realized that I was feeling restored enough to be able to rise and get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I have in progress at one of my six hosted websites, but I did not want to rise while my brother was still up.
Midnight arrived. And then early into it, my wife came to bed ─ and that was when I heard my brother seek out his own bedroom, shutting its door with marked distinction.
I felt trapped ─ I didn't want to just get up now that my wife had come to bed. It might seem that I was doing so because I wanted to be away from her.
I suffered awhile, and then could bear it no longer. I got up and as solicitously as I could, I softly announced that I was getting up for awhile and I asked if she wanted me to turn on the ceiling fan?
She issued a negative response, and so I left her so that she could try and get to sleep.
I keep my computer in a small room next to the bedroom, so here I came. My youngest stepson was still up, as lights and occasional noises downstairs attested.
By the time I got to work on the website content assignment, the midnight hour was approaching its finish.
I was to outlast my youngest stepson. By the time I had completed the day's content assignment and was back into bed, it was around 4:30 a.m.
As always ─ no matter how quiet and careful I try to be in returning to bed ─ my wife stirred regardless.
Some intermittent sleep followed, and I was basically awake shortly after 8:00 a.m., but I resisted getting up until well after 8:30 a.m.
I was surprised to find that my brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom for the morning. However, he did so barely ahead of 9:00 a.m.
I joined him at 10:00 a.m. to use our Android TV Box to fetch up some episodes of T.V. series we follow.
My wife was scheduled with her usual 11:00 a.m. start at her friend's Thai restaurant, and finally got herself out of our bedroom by about 10:11 a.m. to start showering and otherwise readying herself for her workday ─ including the considerable drive to get to the restaurant.
It was at least 10:40 a.m. by the time she had left on this mostly sunny day.
It was late into the noon-hour when my brother sought his bed rest ere taking off for the afternoon. I had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell, and then made myself a breakfast.
By the time that was consumed, my brother had come back out of his bedroom, and soon left. If he has any good sense, he will have sought himself a park walk somewhere before engaging his daily beer-binging somewhere.
I never did seek a nap. I wanted to take advantage of the predominating sunshine; and so at 3:01 p.m. I was stretched out on a tangled old bed sheet on the lawn and spent just over a half-hour with my back exposed to the Sun...although some light cloud seemed to interfere for approximately half that time.
I only wore a pair of gym-style shorts.
When my back session was done, I then slouched into a lawn-chair or deckchair and sunbathed my front for just over another half-hour.
And now here I am ─ it is 4:34 p.m. as I type these words.
I suppose that I'm reasonably healthy for a 69-year-old who hardly ever leaves home to walk anywhere.
But one thing I will never do is start taking prescription medications ─ to hell with the Pharmaceutical Industry's drive to get rich at the expense of the ailing public!
In that vein, I want to link to two different articles that help illustrate just how avaricious and shady that Pharmaceutical Industry is.
The first article concerns a medication called tofacitinib ─ it has various brand names and is "used to treat rheumatoid arthritis, psoriatic arthritis and ulcerative colitis" (according to the Wikipedia article that I linked to).
Well, check this out:
NorthStarNutritionals.com
When I did a Google search on the drug, there were at least three websites on the first page that are involved in lawsuits over damages caused by the toxic substance.
Why do people take medications like this without beforehand investigating what the stuff is?
Maybe they are just too trusting of their physicians.
Well, that brings me to the next article:
JacksDailyDose.com
Unfortunately, the website that the article links to at its conclusion for readers to find an answer to the question "Has Your Doctor Received Drug or Device Company Money?" only knows about American physicians.
It would be great if there was a website like that in every Western country so its citizens could find out about just how beholding their physician is to the largesse of the Pharmaceutical Industry, wouldn't it?
I am finishing today's post with a set of four photos of my wife that I suspect were taken somewhere in the city of Udon Thani early last month.
She recently came back from spending just over a month in Thailand so that she could visit her mother.
If I made the calculations correctly when I downloaded these four photos, she had posted them to her Facebook account on April 7 (2018) at 4:23 p.m. ─ Thailand time, of course:
And now I am ready to have me a lie-down and rest my weary old eyes!
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