Two days ago I wrote of how my wife had complained of experiencing an almost sleepless night, and as a consequence was spending some needed day time napping.
Well, this napping extended into the evening, but at least I was able to get to bed early as I generally try to do so that I could rise ─ usually during the midnight hour ─ to eventually get to work on a post at one of my two remaining hosted websites.
However, my wife was clearly sick that Thursday evening. And being Thai, due to her inadequate English she was both unable and disinclined to try and explain just what was amiss. However, she sent me off to get her a glass of hot water with lime squeezed into it; and when I returned with that, I had to hand her an Advil bottle.
So I spent that latter evening with her in bed also. She would moan and sometimes whimper with many of her exhalations ─ it was clear that she was truly suffering. Once she apparently texted her youngest son to come up and bring her something that she then seemed to be eating ─ it sounded unusually crunchy.
And her bedside lamp was on the whole while. Regardless, that was no real issue ─ whenever I retire early in the evening when she is home, I leave that lamp on so that she won't have to stumble about whenever she comes into the bedroom. (Our ceiling light ─ part of a ceiling fan assembly ─ does not work, so her bedside lamp is the room's sole lighting.)
Anyway, I did rise again after a very few ill-slept two or three hours ─ maybe even before midnight; and eventually, I was laying the foundation for a new post at one of those two websites.
At one point my wife actually phoned me ─ my computer is in a small room immediately next to our bedroom. She wanted me to bring her a cup of some very warm (not hot) water. So downstairs I went to get some water heated on the stove that I brought back to her.
I think that she had spent so much of the daytime napping that she was now finding sleep difficult.
She also asked me to turn on the ceiling fan, which I did.
And time passed as I continued working here at my computer, until ultimately it was time for me to return to bed. I now don't recall the actual time ─ it could have been as late as 5 a.m., for that is commonplace. What was different this time, though, was that in all this while, my wife had kept her bedside lamp on.
It is one thing to manage some latter evening napping while I am in bed with that lamp on, for I wear a bandana blindfold. But to finish my night's sleep with that lamp still aglow? I could not. I sleep badly enough as it is ─ what little I am able to obtain in the pre- and post-dawn hours are vital.
And so I made the decision to bed down on the floor here in my computer room.
To be honest, I probably managed to get almost as much sleep as I would have otherwise, and it was after 9 a.m. before I checked the time and rose. My brother was already up and had the T.V. on, but he generally launders Friday mornings and was not in sight in the living room when I came forth from this room to use the bathroom.
I remained here until nigh 10 a.m., and then I went downstairs to join him at the T.V. and put our Android TV Box into operation. Specifically, I wanted to have us watch the Dr. Joseph Mercola interview he hosted with two guests who had collaborated on writing a book: "The Immunity Fix"- Interview with Siim Land and James DiNicolantonio.
My brother is easily bored, and this interview bandied about biochemical terms far more than I hoped would be the case, for the video was supposed to be aimed at laymen and not biology and medical specialists.
There was one key part of the interview that I knew was going to be discussing why seed / vegetable oils (omega-6s) should be avoided, but just before that point my brother elevated his hands in an expression of futility due to the terminology and disappeared to the laundry room for practically the entirety of that vital segment.
To my thinking, this was one of the most important portions of the entire video, and yet he chose to miss out on it.
I must say, he is most adept at leaving the room when something key or important is about to take place during shows that we watch. It becomes most vexing.
We were only to watch T.V. until something like 12:10 p.m. when he voiced his intention to seek some bed rest so as to bolster him for his afternoon away.
My wife was by this time out of bed and fussing about. She was feeling considerably better, but she was still not to be going anywhere. Normally she works on Fridays at her friend's Thai restaurant, but she obviously made arrangements and would not be doing so that day.
When she does work on a Friday, she has an 11 a.m. start. That generally allows me my day to freely exercise, nap in the afternoon, and spend time here at my computer as I might feel the need. But not yesterday ─ she was home all the day.
I do not begrudge her the time for full convalescence ─ in fact, I am thankful she recovered as well as she seemed to, for I had been concerned about her health. I hardly deem her to be especially robust.
And thus it was that she was still home last evening when once more I sought an early bedtime. At least on this occasion I had the latter evening in bed to myself, even if I had to put up with her bedside lamp being on (the bulb is 100 watt, for it needs to well illuminate the room in lieu of the functioning ceiling light).
I remained abed until well into the midnight hour, managing two or three bouts of napping in that time. My wife was still up, and watching a movie or something on her tablet.
When I came here to my computer, she took my place in the bedroom to watch her feature there.
All did not go so well overnight, alas.
I had already given up on any notions of being able to get away fairly early this morning to hike over to the government liquor store two miles from here. As a rule, if I do not make these trips early, it is probable that I will not make the trip at all ─ I hate the busy day out there.
By around 4 a.m. I was set to return to bed, but I wanted to get something done downstairs at the T.V. But my eldest stepson was down there at the dining table watching a movie on his laptop. I needed for him to vacate the area.
And so I remained up.
Then I remembered that I had not yet created a post in my private blog where I transcribe daily entries from my old journal corresponding to exactly 40 years ago. When I sought to retrieve the requisite volume ─ of which there are over a dozen covering a period of over 22 years ─ it was not in the dresser drawer where it had been. In fact, the drawer was entirely empty.
Only then did I realize that my wife had been busy doing some rearranging in this room at some point yesterday; and search as I did, I could not discover the volume.
Meantime, my wife ─ who seemed to be spending a sleepless night, and frequently was visiting the bathroom and had even gone downstairs to the kitchen ─ was in the bathroom at one point as I searched; and when she exited the bathroom, I made a point of being obvious with my exploration.
This brought her here to this room as I had hoped, and she enquired as to what I was seeking ─ she has lots of her things in this room now, and it is why she is constantly rearranging. I had been delving into some of her boxes in my search.
When I described the item I was seeking, she had no memory of it, but she took over the search. And ultimately, she did locate the volume ─ it had been moved two or even drawers down in the dresser. I had not checked those drawers because she had a couple of bulky items blocking them from opening, so I figured that they were not involved in my dilemma and unworthy of searching.
All of this served to keep me up far later than ever I planned. In fact, by the time I was finished everything I aspired to accomplish, I was not to manage to get back to bed until nigh 6:30 a.m.
It was truly discouraging. There was not even the remotest chance that I would ever be going to the liquor store. But not only that, with my wife so restless in bed, I knew that finding my own sleep was going to be difficult.
I think that I finally got up this morning around 9:40 a.m., my eyes burning from inadequate sleep. Yet my brother was not yet up ─ he tends to have far less trouble than do I in remaining in bed overnight.
At present as I type these words, it is 11:24 a.m., and my wife is still in bed. Once she phoned me as I have worked here at my computer, again asking me to bring her a tall glass of warm water. I did that, but she never even responded when I set the glass on the small bedside stand serving as the lamp's foundation. Her eyes were covered over with a cloth ─ a small towel or some such.
And so it seems that I am likely to be losing yet another day. Normally, my wife spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver ─ such is our sorry marriage. And I am left wondering: Will she be spending yet another night here at home, utterly preventing me from a grocery shopping trip in the pre-dawn tomorrow?
I do not drive, so these ventures are done afoot. But I cannot bear the busy day. If I do not get to the store within its first hour of opening (7 a.m.), then I will not bother going. Unfortunately for me, though, I cannot even perform these errands during the busy workweek when all manner of people are out there going to work and school at that time of the day. I can only do my shopping on the weekends.
And thus the quandary. Is my wife to be home and utterly destroy my weekend routine?
The time is now 6:42 p.m., and my wife is still present. I think that she may even be in her housecoat ─ I venture to suggest that she will be remaining here overnight.
I have effectively lost my weekend. I had the liquor store hike planned for this morning, and a grocery shopping excursion (the store is 1¼ to 1½ miles hence) planned for early tomorrow morning.
Instead, I will be accomplishing absolutely nothing.
As I said earlier, I do not begrudge her. If she needs to be home, then it is good. I want her to be assured of her health and strength once again.
Nevertheless, I am done. My weekend has been voided, and now I must wait until next weekend before I am able to get out afoot to accomplish anything.
I was able to lie down around 3:30 p.m. for an hour or so on my brother's bed, for he had gone for the afternoon and will not be home again until some time this evening. Even so, I feel well able to have an early evening of things, so that will be the course I will take. Around mid-evening, I will seek some bed rest, albeit fully clothed.
Then as is my wont and pattern, I will rise during the midnight hour or thereabouts, and hope to soon be at work adding content to the new post I have set up at that hosted website I have spoken of earlier.
And so will go my days until the arrival of next weekend when I hope my time will once more be mine and not face sacrificing for the sake of my wife's well-being and ─ dare I say it? ─ convenience.
I have no desire to blog further.
Adding to my rather defeatist day have been some of the videos I have watched by 'freedom-fighter' Vladimir Sobolev that he has posted in his Facebook account of the events that took place today relating to the peace rally in Toronto of people protesting against the phony pandemic lockdowns. The police presented an overwhelming presence and ultimately hauled away by force a woman named Kelly Anne Wolfe who was one of the speakers.
Every one of the cops was dressed like a S.W.A.T. member, all of them looking thick with probable bullet-proof attire; and they mainly wore dark sunglasses along with their universal masking to enhance their sinister spectacle.
The bullying goons that so many police have become utterly sickens me. "I was just obeying orders." The abominably damned ignorant weaklings ─ they deserve whatever befalls them, one and all. They are worthy only of the greatest contempt.
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