Today has been the least affecting that I can ever recall where concerns my emotional involvement on this significant day of Remembrance. Too many other distractions have kept me from over-dwelling.
I had an early evening of it yesterday, heading upstairs and to bed when I espied my younger brother arriving home shortly after 9 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking. Sleep never comes easily for me, but I was comfortable enough in bed. And when sleep did come, it was in several blocks before I finally checked the time in the latter half of the midnight hour and rose.
As usual, I would soon enough be adding content into the very first post I am developing at the new version of my website Thai-Iceland.com.
Something was amiss with me, though. My accumulated sleep deficit of late was stressing my ailing eyes, and I could feel some telltale sensations within my skull that alerted me to the potential developing onset of a migraine aura or halo. I had noticed the same strain in the afternoon / evening of the day just done.
I succeeded in meeting the targetted count of content that was my goal for the night, and then had just begun making a post in my private blog when the visual assault began. Notwithstanding, I held the course, even though my vision was hampered, and ultimately I completed the post. Fortunately, the aura was not as severe as some I have had that rendered me so visually incapacitated that I have needed to forsake everything and seek repose in darkness.
Attendant with the visual problems is the pressure within my skull marking a vague headache ─ the pain is what is vague, but the pressure is pronounced.
Perhaps I was back to bed as early as 3:30 a.m., but that does seem unlikely. It seems more probable that the time was around 4:30 a.m. And by the time I had finished the private blog post, it seemed that the aura effect was abating ─ I may have weathered it, a feat not always possible without recourse to the escape into soothing darkness that I have already mentioned. After all, much of the problem relates to serious eyestrain; so forcing the issue by not giving them the healing reprieve of darkness, and instead continuing to use them at a computer screen is not the therapeutic methodology that is best undertaken.
A lengthy bout of sleep would have greatly helped, but that is rarely accomplished by me. And I think that by 7 a.m. I was again struggling to gain further sleep.
My morning was to begin around 8 a.m. My brother was yet to rise, but he did so well within the hour.
I had resumed work on my website's post, and never broke from it until towards 10 a.m. when I went downstairs to join my brother at the T.V., for I wanted to play a Dr. Joseph Mercola interview that I had previously let play one day while I was here at my computer, sometimes deflecting my attention to other matters.
My hope was that the video might at least leave my brother with some new information that he is otherwise not likely to learn on his own, for he is unable to use a computer. He only knows what he reads or sees on T.V.
And so it was that by employing our Android TV Box and accessing the Chrome browser 'app' that I have downloaded into it, I located the video at BitChute.com, although the interview can be found at various other locations.
The video was Travis Christofferson Discusses His Book "Ketones: The Fourth Fuel".
My brother did object, for he does not care for Dr. Joseph Mercola's interview style, nor his determination to delve deeply into the history of whatever is the subject matter of his interviews. He also complained a couple of times into the video that he had no idea what the two men were talking about because of the biochemical terminology that was so thickly employed.
However, I encouraged that I was waiting for the interview to arrive at a discussion of how laymen could apply the revelations being presented, and that point did arrive.
To his credit, my brother did sit through the full video, so surely some small piece of data remained with him ─ some useful nugget that he is not going to drop from recollection.
Time will tell, but that is always my hope for him.
I must here mention that when first I began watching the interview with my brother, my recently strained eyes gave me concern that I might be in for another aura attack, or at least a full headache, for the threat remained despite my additional sleep. Blessedly, I seemed to improve as time wore on.
Once the next show I tuned in was playing, my eyes were not troubling me ─ things were back to what counts as normal for me. I still had the cranial pressure, though. That symptom can last into the following day.
My brother was to head away in the first half of the afternoon to catch a bus and rendezvous with a couple of his drinking buddies at a pub, so I know that he is unlikely to be home until well past 9 p.m. this evening.
After he had left and I had some nominal exercise, I prepared a delicious ─ and what I hope was a high-ketone ─ meal comprised of lots of coconut oil and butter in a small frying pan, along with which I melted in a good chunk of old cheddar cheese that I had chopped up. Once that was melted with a slow fry, I added two eggs, and spiced it all with some black pepper and turmeric.
After the eggs were nicely going, I added a slice of Dave's Killer Bread that I tore up into small pieces in order to better soak up the oils.
When all was about done, I added some lightly-cooked leftover greens my wife had prepared yesterday or the day before.
I ate the yummy feed along with a number of nutritional supplements that included enough niacin to bring on quite the prickly flush all over my body that lasted for an extended while. And I topped off the meal with a raw organic carrot and a large organic pear.
I wanted a nap, but first I subjected myself to 15 minutes of nebulized hydrogen peroxide therapy, for I have been experiencing odd symptoms with my left ear in recent weeks. It doesn't hurt, but it easily plugs, and it always does so when I lie down. As well, the temporomandibular joint seems adversely affected by whatever is going on, whether caused by a virus or some other microbe.
Between the rather intense ongoing niacin flush over my entire body, and the deep breathing involving the nebulizer with its hydrogen peroxide payload, by the time I had finished I realized that I felt unexpectedly well where concerned my aura aftereffects.
I then had that nap, and still felt pretty darned good.
However, just a short time ago I took a break from this post to engage some one-arm presses with my 43½-pound dumbbell. In truth, I have to heave up the weight from my shoulder for each repetition, crouching down in order to rise up quickly to give further momentum.
But I don't rest the weight on my shoulder ─ I just hold it at shoulder level.
I managed a set 10 repetitions, alternating with each arm; and then struggled to perform a further set, this time of nine repetitions. I then topped things off with a final set of five repetitions.
At outset, the pressure strain at the back of my skull in bending over to lift the weight and to also force it overhead was serious enough that I thought I might have to forsake the effort. However, perseverance seemed to ease away the pressure in my skull, oddly enough. Maybe I only needed to force a thorough circulation of blood, plasma, lymph, and synovial fluids throughout my brain ─ something similar had likely taken place earlier with the niacin flush and the nebulized hydrogen peroxide therapy.
The pressure is still there; it just is not impeding me to any degree. I still want to use that weight to do some one-arm curls while bent over and resting each elbow on a knee. I have to use some heaving to do the requisite number of curls in each set, but they are easier on me than are those overhead presses.
It ain't easy being a 71-year-old!
By the way, I did manage to match the content quota today at my website of what I had achieved overnight, so I am one day closer to finishing and finally publishing that inaugural post. Even so, I am only approximately at the halfway mark, and I commenced the post back on the 1st of the month. It is looking unlikely that I will be done by the 21st as I have been hoping that I might.
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