Today may have been my worst day since the right knee accident on the weekend. I feel so damned feverish from the respiratory infection that began developing Tuesday after the 14 or so hours I spent among masses of ailing people at the emergency care area of Surrey Memorial on the weekend.
I've begun feeling chilly, and wore a fairly heavy jacket all last evening. I have it on again as my evening commences.
I spend a lot of time lying down. There is no bloody way I can have a follow-up visit to see a doctor to learn if it is profoundly serious that my knee is as bad as it is. I'm too feverish, and my joints are sore.
I am abandoned of God.
My beer-mad brother showed scant mercy last evening after he 'invited' me downstairs around 8 p.m. to put our Android TV Box to work so we could watch some shows. It was about 2 a.m. before my ailing body finally got to bed.
Anyway, we were to watch the following series in this sequence:
- Bodyguard ─ finale "Episode 6" of the six-episode series.
- The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 15 of current season or series 32.
- Chicago Fire ─ episode 11 ("A Guy I Used to Know") of season 11.
- Chicago P.D. ─ episode 12 ("I Can Let You Go") of season 10.
- Bosch ─ episode five ("Gone") of season two.
Bev had opted to watch T.V. upstairs in their bedroom, so it was just my brother and I. It even looked possible that during the first show, I might be able to escape to my bed for the night once it had concluded, for somehow despite the intense drama of the episode, my brother passed out early into it and never revived until the resolvement of the lengthy suicide vest sequence when our hero was able to break free and escape.
Lord, I feel miserable as I type this. My brother showed up at 6 p.m. after some social drinking somewhere this afternoon. He had some news ─ he bumped into Margaret and Brian Porteous at (I believe) Surrey Place.
We've known the family since we basically were kids. Garry Porteous had been my brother's best friend for many years.
Well, it seems that Darrel or Darrell or Darryl Porteous recently died. The mother is working into her latter 90s now ─ my brother and I had assumed it likely that she was gone.
Most interesting.
I can barely recount what my brother and I watched this morning ─ I feel so feverish. But I think this was the roster.
First was a 12-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: NDP's Niki Ashton calls out Carney on Brookfield.
A 38-minute video came next, published earlier today to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Emails Reveal Health Canada's Theresa Tam Did SECRET Medical Experiment On Indigenous Children!
We finished with an hour-long video published February 27 to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel: With Great Crisis Comes Great Opportunity.
"It isn't the rebels who create the troubles of the world, it's the troubles who create the rebels."
We can't take anything like a steady diet of Max Igan.
My wife never came home last night.
I've got to lie down before my brother imposes upon me for his evening's entertainment. It is 7:13 p.m.
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