The danged heat!
My wife surprised me last evening by arriving home barely ahead of 9:00 p.m., claiming to be feeling unwell ─ she self-diagnosed it as some food poisoning.
She said that it first beset her the evening before that. She would experience occasional abdominal cramps, and her body seemed to ache.
Whatever the case, she went to bed before it was yet 9:30 p.m.
My younger brother was still not home, so I intended to get to bed before he showed up. And I did so just ahead of 10:00 p.m.
The heat seemed relentless, and I had to lay there in bed mostly uncovered with the ceiling fan running.
There was not much quality sleep between my retirement and four hours later when I decided to get up and tackle the day's content assignment for the post I have in development at one of my six hosted websites.
My youngest stepson was still up, for lights were on downstairs.
I came here to my computer that I keep in a small room next to my bedroom...and discovered that the Internet was unavailable. I had no sooner made that discovery when my stepson quietly called up to me to warn of the situation. According to him, the Internet had been down for a half hour or so.
It was enough to send him off to bed, but I played a couple of games of FreeCell while I pondered what else I could do. Then to my utter delight, I found that the Internet had been restored.
Alas, due to the setback, I did not finish the content assignment until far later than expected ─ it was a bit after 5:30 a.m. when I rejoined my wife in bed.
Note that I had taken a break during the website work to perform a four-minute and 20-second plank.
The heat was still most uncomfortable, and sleep poor. But I remained abed until well after 9:00 a.m., rising just after my brother emerged from his bedroom to go downstairs and start watching T.V.
Just as I was leaving my bedroom, my wife spoke, requesting I take something out of the fridge icebox. Her Thai accent is bad enough when she is wide awake, but when she is groggy, her mumbled speech is garbled.
I recognized that she wanted me to take out some frozen pasta sauce she had previously prepared ─ two containers, if there were two. But apparently she had also wanted me to take out some ground meat ─ if she did indeed say so, it was unintelligible to my hearing.
She further asked me not to wake her up later ─ she usually rises around 10:00 a.m. to ready for her long workday at her friend's Thai restaurant.
At 10:00 a.m. I had joined my brother at the T.V., and used out T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to summon up a movie.
He doesn't know how to operate the device, so he only watches whatever he can find through the basic cable package we subscribe to.
Nevertheless, he is not above grousing at me when he immediately doesn't like something I have selected.
Well, he kept his tongue on this occasion ─ the movie proved to be practically rivetting.
As I understood it, the setting was somewhere in the Balkans ─ possibly in 1996. There seemed to be some military action.
Whatever the case, the main setting was a brothel that was very cruelly managed. The kidnapped young women forced into service there were given notice from the outset that this was where their lives were to end ─ anything they had known before was forever gone.
You can read about the movie plot for yourself at Wikipedia: The Seasoning House.
The last part of the movie was incredibly vicious as the central deaf / mute character begins fighting for her freedom after trying to intercede when a recent 'recruit' in the brothel was being raped by a huge, muscular brute who was part of a five-man military group who had come to the brothel for some recreation.
This was the same military crew who had abducted the deaf mute after putting three bullets into her mother.
The new girl had bonded with the deaf mute because the newcomer knew how to sign ─ her father had been deaf.
Well, the new girl had just recently been raped and beaten so severely by a customer that her pelvis was broken and she could only lay helplessly in bed, but that didn't stop her from being assigned to this monster.
He had blocked the door so that it could not be opened from the outside, but the deaf mute had learned to use venting to sneak about in the building. She thus eased herself into the room, but did so too late to help her friend ─ she had been killed by the naked mass of muscle raping her.
What a bloody scene thereafter ensued when the deaf mute used a knife to try and kill the guy. Cut and stab and whatever else she would do, he was like a wild animal that kept roaring in savagery and would not die.
I was curious about the actor who played this character who was only referred to as Ivan.
The actor is not only British / Canadian, but he presently lives in nearby (to me) Vancouver. He's nearly 6½ feet tall, and utterly ripped with muscle.
Provided that the link remains valid, you can see a photo of Ryan Oliva at his very own website ─ RyanOliva.com.
My wife didn't emerge from our bedroom until nigh on noon. She was still not feeling her normal self, but I think that she may have gone to work for the latter part of the day. The restaurant closes mid-afternoon and opens again at 4:30 p.m.
My wife left here around 2:00 p.m. while my brother was out having a haircut. This was my first opportunity to have any exercise, so I put my 43½-pound dumbbell to use before my brother got back.
When he did show up, it was only to clean up from the haircut, and then he took off for the afternoon.
I had eaten some of the pasta dish my wife had cooked up, and then needed to submit to a nap.
If not for today's blog post, I could have taken some Sun in the backyard; but that will have to be postponed until the morrow.
My evening is too deep upon me to spend much more time with this post, but I do want to link to a pair of articles that may be of benefit to people suffering chronic stomach trouble ─ the first deals specifically with ulcerative colitis.
Both of the articles are at the same website:
HSIonline.com
I also want to link to a pair of articles reporting on research that has uncovered how cancer patients are kept in the dark about the risk to their hearts from treatments with radiation and chemotherapy:
JacksDailyDose.com
EurekAlert.com
I am going to finish with a pair of selfies that I took earlier this evening at 6:44 p.m. / 6:45 p.m. following some further work with my 43½-pound dumbbell.
Now, I'm certainly no Ryan Oliva; but please keep it in mind that I am 69 years old ─ my 70th birthday is just under four months away.
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