Bedtime last evening was 10 p.m. ─ it was right after I heard my younger brother arriving home following his hours of 'socializing'. My cellphone alarm was set for 4:30 a.m. so that I would have time enough to ready myself for the 6 a.m. (if not a little earlier) departure to walk just over 2¾ miles to reach the destination supermarket where I wanted to do some shopping as soon after its 7 a.m. opening as possible.
My coughing was pronounced, but eventually I did sleep, and never checked the time until I was returning to bed following a first bathroom break ─ the time was something like 4:28 a.m. There was no sense at all in returning to bed, so I began getting dressed.
Then I went downstairs to boil water for a cup of plain black instant coffee.
After I was back upstairs, it was not long ere I heard my eldest stepson stirring about, for he had to work today at a 12-hour shift. He didn't take too long to ready, and then he left on his quite long drive.
In all this while I was coughing rather steadily ─ deep, bellowing, phlegmatic coughs. I was entering my sixth day of this respiratory infection, and this seemed to match the worst of the days thus far, if not actually qualifying for the worst.
Finally, all dressed up to head away ─ I think that I even opened the front door ─ I couldn't do it. I had no will for the journey. It was already daylit, and the crows were sounding their racket everywhere. Everything was wet from recent rain. And I felt scruffy and socially unpresentable ─ the notion of being in the public eye for such a long outing was more than I could countenance.
Perhaps if we still had Winter hours in which it was still almost dark even after I had done my shopping and was leaving the store for the walk home ─ but confronting broad day at outset was too much for me. And so was my concern about the spectacle I would present with my steady outbursts of coughs ─ especially while inside a supermarket.
My confidence evaporated in its entirety. Besides, the prospect of just returning to bed was unusually alluring ─ my forehead did not feel overwarm, but I nonetheless sensed that I was feverish. I felt myself to be into the worst phase yet of this damned infection.
So I gave up, came back upstairs to undress, and I returned to bed.
And there I remained until I checked the time at 9:42 a.m. ─ over 3½ hours after returning to bed! This was most unusual for me. I had even slept exceptionally well.
By now it was raining; and my brother was already watching T.V. downstairs, so I dressed and went down to join him, first boiling more water ─ this time for a mug of instant coffee with 'the works'.
I actually felt a little better; and my coughs were not as close paced.
The rain continued over most of the day, and at times fell with a drenching steadiness. My youngest stepson had to work today too, but he never left to probably catch a bus until toward mid-afternoon. By then, my brother had long left to once again engage in his daily 'socializing'.
When I had joined my brother for some morning T.V. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with a 33-minute video that Liberty Coalition Canada had uploaded to Rumble on May 7: Mark MacDonald: The Pandemic of Fear.
Tune into this week's episode as [Pastor] Michael [Thiessen] is joined by a member of America's Frontline Doctors (https://americasfrontlinedoctors.org/), psychiatrist and author, Mark MacDonald to talk about the real worldwide pandemic.
I have been familiar with psychiatrist Mark MacDonald for what seems nigh a year, if not more, originally seeing him interviewed by Dr. Joseph Mercola.
My brother and I watched a few other videos, but I won't identify any others, apart from revealing that one of them was very short and featured the true tale of Mike the Headless Chicken. I will also just say that we watched these videos until 1 p.m., and then my brother sought a short bit of bed rest before driving away for the afternoon. My youngest stepson left soon thereafter.
Earlier my brother had asked the lad (24 years old?) how he was feeling, for he has been coping with coughing for a month or more. I believe he is responsible for getting both my brother and I sick, as well as his older brother. Only my wife has been spared ... but she is not often home breathing in the house's befouled atmosphere, filled with whatever we are all coughing and sneezing into it.
The lad feels well enough, he said. Originally he had been diagnosed with a case of "COVID", and felt himself no sooner done with it than he became sick anew ─ he suspects that he picked up something where he works.
He admitted to feeling embarrassed about the whole affair, for he does believe he is responsible for making everyone else here sick.
It was a fun talk.
Anyway, once I was left alone here in the house, I sought yet another nap, but it was nothing like my morning's sleep. It was definitely a good sleep, but of far shorter duration.
And the rain continued.
I was considering getting out this evening after dark to possibly do a little shopping nearby, but my cough makes me reluctant to be entering and moving about in a store. This hoarse and deeply bellowing outburst would only draw critical attention from everyone.
Perhaps I had best postpone such ventures until next Sunday. As I said earlier, today is day six, so I may have seen the illness peak.
What I most regret is not getting in the walk.
In what I thought was the late afternoon, I actually was about to seek another nap ─ but then I espied the time, and it was already past 6 p.m. That was maybe 20 minutes ago ... and now my eldest stepson is home from his long day of work.
I did not entirely neglect exercise, but it was fairly token or nominal.
Maybe I will put this post to bed and cop a bit of a lie-down, if not an actual nap. My eyes have been exceptionally poor today visually.
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