Last night just before I went to bed, I learned that my wife will continue sleeping on the couch in her sons' den area until she acquires a new mattress for our bed, so there is no immediate rush to clear off the cluttered bed here in the room where I keep my computer.
I don't wish to re-explain what is behind all of this ─ it is covered in yesterday's post. Suffice to say that since quite early in October, my wife has been sleeping downstairs due to me becoming progressively iller until I was finally admitted to Surrey Memorial Hospital and diagnosed as having "COVID pneumonia" where I remained for just over 11 days.
I speculated in yesterday's post that it is possible that I became sick as a result of sleeping with my wife ─ she and her two sons are 'vaccinated' against COVID-19's SARS-CoV-2, whereas I am not. I am of course referring to the "shedding" possibility, for I truly believe that I should have had superior immunity over her and her sons, as well as my younger brother, even though I am the eldest in the household.
I take numerous nutritional supplements, and make my own fermented vegetables.
Also, I never went anywhere. I do not drive, so once a week I might hike off to do some shopping. Meantime, my wife and her two sons both have jobs and rich social lives; and my brother goes out every afternoon to do his own socialization and have a few drinks.
I remain home. I have no social life beyond this house. I do not get visitors, nor do I visit anyone.
Anyway, for the present I will continue to sleep in our bed by myself, while my wife sleeps on the couch in her sons' den area.
Last night my sleep was disrupted just after 2 a.m. by my youngest stepson rapping loudly on my brother's bedroom door and calling out to him. My brother is the handyman of the house.
It developed that when my stepson was about to have a shower, the hot water tap flew off and the hot water came jetting out in an unstoppable fashion. The lad had no idea how to turn off the water.
So my brother had to get up and kill the water to the house, and gave the tap situation a sound examination. There was nothing that could be done at that time, he concluded, for he felt that the tap cartridge had been damaged and needed replacement ─ the assembly had been fused tight and could not be separated. Most likely, this was due to my eldest stepson constantly twisting the tap as tight as he possibly can. Sometimes his mother gets after him about it because she has trouble turning on the water for herself once he has showered.
But he is obstinate because he seems unable to unlearn anything. He will either continue to do this out of forgetfulness now that my brother has replaced the cartridge after going out very early this morning to buy one; or else the lad will twist the tap tightly shut when he is done his shower, and then realize his error, and loosen it somewhat.
In the latter case, we will never know that he is still forcefully compressing the washer and cartridge whenever he finishes a shower. The harm will have been done, and over time will eventually again be an issue because he sometimes showers twice a day. Cranking the tap as tight as he possibly can ─ even if he immediately relieves the pressure ─ will still prove damaging over time.
He is 27 years old, I think. His younger brother is ─ or is about to be ─ 24 years old. In fact, my wife and her two sons have gone out late this afternoon for a celebratory supper at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time. I could not accompany them, of course, because I am 'unvaccinated' and thus one of the unclean who has no right to be in a public place like a restaurant unless I can prove my 'vaccinated' status.
In that vein, late this morning my brother and I watched a documentary just over two hours in duration titled The Complete Documentary of What is Happening In This World. We watched it on T.V., for I easily enough located it via the browser apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
It should be required viewing, but few among the 'asleep' have any desire nor intention of ever being awakened.
In concluding this post, I will only report that last night was the second consecutive night in which I did not get out for an early a.m. hike. With everyone up after 2 a.m. and fussing for the longest time, this private matter of mine was not possible. Besides, I was dreadfully tired, and after lapsing back into sleep, it was after 4 a.m. when next I checked the time.
Perhaps I will have better fortune in the wee a.m. tonight.
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