Coming Down

This has not been a particularly good day ─ I blame last evening's drinking. I failed to get to bed as early last evening as intended ─ it was after 10 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk, so I was not allowing myself even a full 3½ hours.

But it was to be worse ─ I entered a bit of a hangover state that adversely affected my sleep, as did being antsy over not being able to remain asleep.

Heck, I even found myself awake ahead of my darned alarm ─ it was something like 1:12 a.m. when I took a peek at the time. It only took about a minute for me to realize that just lying there futilely until the alarm chimed was the wrong choice ─ better to rise and ease into what was in store than it was to wait until 1:30 a.m. because I always push myself to be away before 2 a.m., so that bit of extra time before 1:30 a.m. was perversely to my benefit.

Oh, I hated having to undertake that walk! I was only able to go through with it because I had done it so often now that I knew it would not be anything like a challenge once I got it started.

An online check for the local temperature fetched the claim of 3.9° Celsius (39.02° F.); and once fully dressed and set to go, I may have been nearer 190 pounds than 191 pounds.

It was 1:55 a.m. once I was on my way, and it was definitely chilly.

I made my usual stop three or four blocks from here at an elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I needed to spend time wiping heavy condensation off the jungle gym monkey bar I would be using so that I could use bare hands.

I only managed three repetitions in the first set, and just two in each of the other five sets. The third pull-up in that first set had my grip slipping to just my fingers due to remnant dampness; but the final two sets were pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings, and I managed to hold the very last pull-up at peak elevation for a 15-count.

And I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

When I feel as poorly as I did last night, I always wonder if I am finally going to incur a stroke, heart attack, or ruptured aneurysm in this 74-year-old body.

The effort at least livened up my step ─ prior to getting to the school, I could not find an easy, fast pace to my gait.

There were three incidences I am not going to bother detailing, although one of them involved passing by the mouth of unlit Green Timbers Access (Google Map) as I walked along 100th Avenue and peripherally detecting somebody without any light emerging from the blackness where the trail system commences.

That was a little creepy, and motivated me to walk even faster as nonchalantly as I could. I eventually looked back behind me and saw the person well behind me, clearly not attempting to keep up.

Anyway, I was back home at 3:49 a.m., so I was comfortably under two hours.

However, something was amiss with the back right quadrant of the lower area of my skull. Every now and then it would pulsate with three or four bursting throbs of pain. This had been developing over my walk, and the recurring pain was becoming more difficult to bear.

I may have gotten back to bed soon after 5 a.m., but even in bed the bursts of throbbing pain would strike ever minute or so ─ it was draining, even emotionally.

I did eventually sleep, but not easily. And my morning was to begin somewhat ahead of 8:30 a.m. Already my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V.

The wearying bursts of pain continued, so I decided that I would yield to some aspirin with my coffee. I took a regular-strength tablet and cut it in two with a knife, and then had the larger piece with my first mug of coffee; the other portion of the aspirin tablet was taken with my second coffee.

Danged if this did not seem to 'do the trick'.

When my brother turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with a short (8:11) video uploaded on November 7 to YouTube's The Hill channel: Zelensky Headed For DISASTER, Ukraine's FAILED Counteroffensive COVERED UP: David Sacks.

Then it was a 36-minute (36:23) video added on October 31 to Rumble's Sunfellow on COVID-19 channel: MUST WATCH! Dr. William Makis On Turbo Cancer: I've Never Seen Cancers Behaving Like This!

Jim Ferguson interviews Dr. William Makis. October 13, 2023.

Original Video:
https://makismd.substack.com/p/exclusive-interview-with-jim-ferguson

I did not realize until the video was done that it was not the one I had thought I was accessing. The one I was after was probably at least twice as long, and only a week old at most.

Well, too bad. I next tuned in a 46-minute (46:21) documentary added yesterday to Rumble's Free Your Mind Documentaries channel: Shot Dead (premiered on November 9, 2023à.

This is the movie we wish we didn’t have to make. But this is a movie everyone needs to see. For the first time ever, hear the stories of covid shot deaths as told by the parents who lost their children. Shot Dead premiered on November 9, 2023 – the one-year anniversary of 18 year-old Trista Martin’s death from the shot, in her hometown of Tulsa (Trista is featured prominently in the film).
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Hear from the families brave enough to speak up and admit that the shot killed their children. Hear from the ones who have refused to keep quiet. We all know that there are so many who have sold out to pharma, denying that their loved ones were hurt or killed by the shots. But there is no amount of money or threats that can keep these parents from speaking truth in honor of their children…and so this doesn’t happen to one more child.
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This is the first film that focuses on the deeply personal aspect of the devastation unleashed by the shot and the mandates, as told by the families who lost loved ones. This film will make you cry. This film will make you think. And this film will prompt you to take action for children everywhere.
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more info here: www.shotdead.org
https://wethepatriotsusa.org/shot-dead-movie/

We never had the time to complete watching the final video I tuned in, so I will withhold mention of it until we have finished it. I think that it was only 11:20 a.m. when my brother bowed out in favour of some bed rest before leaving for the day to socialize.

I had a substantial luncheon, but had still not returned to bed for a needed nap when my brother was back out of his bedroom and set to leave.

I was not abed too much over an hour ─ not enough, really.

Both today and yesterday have been quite sunny.

I have not been feeling up to continuing with another overnight early a.m. walk, but here in my early evening I find myself far too depleted to be able to substitute a walk this evening instead. Consequently, I am going to have some supper and watch some T.V., and definitely get to bed earlier and soberer than was the case last evening.

And with that said (and a very short break from this post having been taken), the evening's sole T.V. entertainment was an episode of Cybill ─ this time, season three's episode six ("Cybill Does Diary").

I seem to be ailing with something beyond last evening's excess and inadequate sleep. Both ear canals feel as if they may be undergoing an infectious invasion, and both side of my throat at the corners of my jaws have an odd sensitivity when I swallow and when touched. Also, both nostrils seem to be draining a little.

I am tempted to snort some hydrogen peroxide ─ perhaps diluted. I have a nebulizer, but it is now too late to bother setting it up, using it, and then cleaning it afterwards.

This sucks.