💀☠💀☠💀☠ Arch Issue

A few posts ago I complained that my left foot's arch area right at the heel was sensitive. Well, now it's sore ─ and the heel itself is now even painful to the touch. I would believe it to have been bruised, but I do not see how that could be, since I am hardly athletic at 75 years of age.

This concerns me ─ I must not become disabled and unable to have my walks at all! Perhaps I will be more leisurely with my pace.

Too, much of it may be due to hauling home loads. For example, the 5.972-mile hike I had last evening to do some grocery shopping found me hiking a fairly heavy load back home ─ it was over six pounds in each hand. 

And when I add to my beer supply and hike two miles home with two dozen cans, that's 10 pounds in each hand.

I am barefooted as a rule here at home, and find the pain such that I am unconsciously walking flat-footed in order to avoid aggravating the state of my left foot, but I don't think rising up onto my forefoot to perform stepping bothers it. I seem able to do calf-raises (or heel-raises) without seeming to cause aggravation.

I have a five-mile+ walk scheduled for tonight for which I intend to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for. We shall see what becomes of me during and after that specific outing.

When I got home last evening following the grocery shopping walk, I found my younger brother passed out in front of the T.V. in the darkened living room. When I finally got around to joining him and he was still passed out, I was going to tune in The Graham Norton Show, but just as I was about to select the show, he gagged on his slobber and choked himself awake.

I wasn't in a mood to weather his griping, so I tuned in something else ─ Glitch. The reason I had meant to play Graham Norton was because it would not matter if my brother had remained unconscious; but with Glitch, he needs to be awake for the series as much as possible because he has such limited comprehension ability, and in the past has been passed out for much of the series.

Last night it was season two's episode five ("The Walking Wounded").

Next I played Wanted ─ this time, episode two ("Drive") of season three. I think my brother may have passed out through some of this one.

Whatever the case, he was supposedly set for his bedroom for the night after it was done, but I began playing a half hour YouTube video about polar bears and orcas, and darned if he not only stayed up to watch it, but he even opened another can of beer.

I often feel guilty for his consumption when we watch our shows together three nights a week because I think he likely does stay conscious longer than he otherwise might, and thus stays up later and drinks more. The poor guy's in dreadful physical shape, and seems helpless to do anything about it, nor cut back on his drinking.

It amazes me that he is as healthy as he seems to be. Unlike me, he has never had any surgeries, nor has he ever been hospitalized ─ I truly cannot understand it.

I think that I only added three more cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to the can of Cariboo Malt and can of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple cider (7% alcohol) that I drank before going on the grocery shopping hike, but I am extremely fuzzy on my bedtime last night. I feel that I may have managed to get to bed by 3 a.m.

It was something like 8:08 a.m. this morning when I got up, feeling far from hale nor properly slept. My brother was already watching T.V.

But as usual, I did not join him until after 9 a.m. And when given the green light to put our Android TV Box to work, the first important video I tuned in was 47 minutes (47:52), and had been published November 23 to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Interview With Dr. Jessica Rose: WHY The New Self Amplifying "Vax" Is Very Bad For Humanity.

In Japan where initiated... the uptake is very low of these new self amplifying so called vaccines, but now they are trialing them here in North America (US) for the so called bird flu. Listen to Dr. Jessica Rose explain what can happen if injected with these.

Next up was a 59-minute video uploaded September 13, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: London's Wealthy Russian Elite: The Price of Luxury.

Entering the lives of the uber wealthy Russians who have made London their home. From multi-millionaire wine merchants and uncompromising art-loving oligarchs to tsarist princesses and beautiful supermodels. Rich Russians takes us into the lives of the uber-wealthy who have made London their home. How do they see themselves, how do they see others, what does money mean to them?

Russian women can certainly be strikingly beautiful! But apart from that, their education and sheer class makes me feel virtually as if I am ─ and only ever going to be ─ a low-bred peasant.

After that video, I tuned in one I had previously recorded, but it was likely over 1½ hours, so we only watched a portion of it. I will cite it once we have completed viewing it.

After my brother left to drive his girlfriend Bev about on whatever were her errands, I believe that I was to bed for a well-needed nap before 2 p.m. It was after 4 p.m. when I thereafter rose, but I mostly did so because I correctly deemed that daylight was declining.

I found my wife to be home, apparently having today off work.

All morning her Hotmail (Outlook.live.com) E-mail had been more or less offline for me, so she of course couldn't access it on her cellphone. She was already having problems with it these past few days on her smartphone because her Inbox was not updating with new messages being received.

I was at work on this post when in the early evening she prevailed upon me to allow her to use my computer to have access to her account, so I went downstairs with a Cariboo Malt and tuned in The Rookie ─ episode four ("Trouble in Paradise") of season six.

It's a very good series. There is always so much going on with the different main characters that it is continually interesting each episode. But I had seriously believed that I had watched the series more recently than I apparently did last October 6.

Once the show was done, I gathered up a very small supper and resumed work on this post, for my wife had vacated my computer considerably earlier.

I am going to call a halt to blogging for today, for it is already 9:08 p.m., and I want to be freed up to get to bed well before 10 p.m. ─ maybe nearer 9:30 p.m.

There has been no rain this afternoon as far as I have noticed, so maybe I will be spared on my nighttime walk in the wee a.m.

By the way, when I rise and walk after sitting for any length of time, my sore left heel now burns a little ─ this seems more and more a probable longitudinal tendon inflammation.