Possibly it was 9:15 p.m. when I retired last evening, my hands washed of any involvement with my inebriated younger brother newly home downstairs and somewhat interacting with Bev who had been watching her T.V. shows.
I had written that I was feeling lonely and helpless, and that blend of emotion was still with me here in my darkened bedroom as I settled as best I could to sleep.
For a few hours, things were relatively normal ─ apart from my respiratory infection and my cripplingly damaged right knee.
A couple of times I rose to use the bathroom, seeing my brother still downstairs and probably passed out in front of the playing T.V. Bev had apparently gone to their bed, but their bedroom door was somewhat ajar.
After my second trip to the bathroom around maybe 1:30 a.m., nasal congestion was so profound that sleep eventually became just about impossible. My suspicion is that the state was brought on by the amount of Himalayan pink salt in a solution of water and some H2O2 that I had inhaled into my sinuses in the latter afternoon using an eyedropper. I snorted back quite a lot of that solution.
Anytime the congestion became liquified enough that I could use an extended snorting technique to deliver the volume into the top of my throat for swallowing, it was remarkably salty. I am still finding the mucous from my sinuses to have a distinctly salty taste, and I have not since inhaled the eyedropper solution ─ it is residue still not cleared from that original treatment.
Perhaps towards 3:30 a.m. I was moved to rise and go downstairs to maybe watch a show or two on T.V. and even have one or two beers, for I have missed three consecutive evenings of enjoying any.
But my brother was still downstairs, and clearly passed out. I was again a prisoner of my bedroom, unable to access the T.V. for any enjoyment. But at least I had my bedside computer, so I sat here at work on a few things.
Then I became aware that my brother had roused near to 4 a.m., and soon he came upstairs for his bedroom. I continued with what I had engaged, and anon felt ready to attempt some sleep again.
Unlike the previous three nights, I was feeling feverish but was not causing any clamminess within my bed's environment. This seemed a different sort of feverishness ─ I attributed it to the excess of Himalayan pink salt in my sinuses.
Despite my trouble finding sleep, I was almost unable to believe it when I checked the time on the corner of my computer screen and saw it to be after 9 a.m., for I felt quite poorly and ill slept. But I wanted to try and watch some morning T.V. even if my brother was not likely to be rising anytime soon.
First, though, I set about boiling water for a mug of instant coffee. As I waited, I casually noticed the clock on the stove ─ it read something like 8:20 a.m.
Aghast, I checked a clock on the wall, and it read similarly ─ had I misread the tiny time readout on my computer? I never normally come downstairs until around 9 a.m. if I'm going to boil water for coffee and watch some T.V.
So I turned off the stove burner and went back upstairs to my bedroom and crawled back into bed t see if I could drift off with some further sleep for an hour or more. But as I lay, a recollection from yesterday popped into my head ─ overnight we were to have set our clocks ahead an hour (daylight savings time).
My computer had been right ─ but so had been the two clocks, they just needed to be manually adjusted.
I got back up, and was soon downstairs again to complete the water boiling.
As for T.V., I settled upon material I felt was not particularly needful for my brother to have watched. And when he finally did emerge from his bedroom upstairs somewhere around 11:30 a.m., I was pretty much all set to play for his benefit a 41-minute video published yesterday to YouTube's Serjeant Major channel: IT'S HAPPENING: WE ARE GETTING A NEW FINANCIAL SYSTEM [2025-03-07] - DR. KIRK ELLIOT & MARIA ZEEE.
Whether we like it or not, all the signs are there and recent developments prove it - we are getting a new financial system. Dr. Kirk Elliott joins Maria Zeee to discuss what we can expect and how to prepare.
The description I used is from this original ZeeeMedia source at Rumble.
I am not even remotely ready for such a change. I will be one of those who may as well just surrender and die off. It is the only lesson I am able to distil from the catastrophes that keep befalling me despite my pleas to God.
Anyway, when the video ended and we were well into the noon hour, I pointed out to my brother that he was not to be concluding that it was still only the late morning just because the wall clock said so.
He had also forgotten about the time change.
We were to watch one further show, but damn it! The episode was a misfile in the streaming app I used via our Android TV Box.
We should have watched Workin' Moms episode eight of season three. Instead, I was to later determine that it was premiere episode one ("Ohmygodohmygodohmygod") of season seven.
This is quite the piss off ─ how can an episode be this badly misfiled?
But the harm now cannot be undone. I shall just have to make note of the fact that we have watched this specific episode when long into the future we arrive at that point in our slow progression through the series.
When the episode ended, my brother was set for bed rest; and I was soon enough back in my own bed for a restorative nap just after Bev had emerged from the bedroom to watch T.V. and drink coffee.
When I rose from my nap this rainy day, I thought that the two of them must have gone forth to do some shopping. But eventually I realized that my brother's van was here. It seems that he had left on foot to catch a bus and engage his nearly daily social drinking, and Bev had returned to bed.
I don't understand how someone can have made having drinking buddies so damned all-important.
This afternoon I have felt that my respiratory infection fever is about done and I am nigh recovered from it. Occasionally I have felt almost normal of my right knee that unconsciously I have nearly been moved to attempt to raise my lower leg ─ currently not possible.
I will bide time a little more before seeking the medical assessment of it that I have wanted. The damage is now into day eight. I have a bath day scheduled for tomorrow, so I will spruce up during that process; and then Tuesday at latest I ought to be hale enough to revisit the emergency section of Surrey Memorial to gain a final determination as to whether the first assessment last weekend had been correct, and nothing has been torn and requires reattachment; and only time is required for my knee to recover enough from swelling and pain to allow the mechanics of elevation of my lower leg again.
Such does not really seem likely, but we shall see.
It is approaching 7 p.m., and I am feeling a little overcome and in need of a lie-down, so I shall take a break here from blogging. If my brother arrives home early enough this evening and is tolerably sensible, I feel that I could sit up late watching our shared shows and indulging in two or three beers.
By the way, my wife never came home last night after leaving here at nearly 4:30 p.m. yesterday afternoon, possibly to go to work.
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It was 7:48 p.m. at latest that I heard my brother enter the house, so I rose from my lie-down. His speech with Bev did not sound unnatural, so I shall bide time until 9 p.m. before properly seeking bed if he has not before that had enough of Bev's banal T.V. fare and invited me down to put our Android TV Box into play.
With that explained, I am going to consider this post sufficient for today and publish it. The time is 7:54 p.m.
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