No Sabbath fast in play today, although I did only eat midday yesterday, and have yet to eat aught as I type these words at 1:15 p.m. this rainy day. I have, though, been drinking coffee with dairy and true sweetening.
Last evening my brother delayed too much in accommodating Bev downstairs at the T.V. ─ despite all she does all day long is watch T.V. anyway. So at 9:30 p.m. at latest, I would say, I retired for the night with my respiratory infection fever.
I rose three times overnight to use the toilet; but otherwise, I was abed until just about 8 a.m. this morning. In other words, basically a 10½-hour night.
It was not all sleep ─ I was conscious a heck of a lot of the time. But my bedding was thoroughly dampishly cool to lie in due to my apparent fever-sweating, and thus approaching being rather uncomfortable.
But I think the worst of this infection ─ that I firmly believe was acquired last weekend at Surrey Memorial's emergency section over the course of 14 hours ─ has been broken. So I will give myself tomorrow as an additional day of recovery, and then I may be in shape to revisit the hospital to have my damaged right knee reassessed to see if it does require surgery.
I cannot elevate my lower leg; and if I have my right foot assisted with my left foot in elevating the straightened leg, I have to impose utmost caution that the right foot does not slip off the support of my other foot. Anytime that happens and my right lower leg is denied support, the burning pain to my knee as my foot drops helplessly draws my entire body forth to minimize the impossible strain. I practically rise upright to my good leg.
So something is wrong beyond any consequences of just the swelling.
Anyway, my wife evidently came home last night after being away since she left for work last Wednesday afternoon.
My brother was up this morning and emerged around 8:30 a.m. from the bedroom he now shares with Bev. An hour or so later after he'd been watching T.V. a while, I went downstairs to have my day's first coffee and then to join him.
He quickly gave me the okay to put our Android TV Box to work, but cautioned that it be nothing too long. He was to be leaving soon enough to run at least one errand.
So I first tuned in a 16-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: PBD goes off on Pierre! Why I think PBD needs a to learn a lesson!
PBD, Pierre Poillievre, Anneke Lucas, Canada.
Why I lost respect for PBD after watching him interview child sex abuse survivor, Anneke Lucas. Also, I disagree with his comments about Pierre.
I've never heard of the PBD Podcast, so Anita's comments about it meant little to me, apart from instilling within me no interest to ever tune in to it.
The only other video we watched together was 15 minutes and published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: BREAKING: Government KNEW Dr. Hoffe's Vax Batch # Was Way More Toxic- Then Thew Him To The Wolves!
FOIP Request Reveals BC Health Authorities and Staff KNEW Dr. Hoffe's Office Happened To Receive A Vaccine LOT # That Had WAY WAY More Safety Issues Than Other Lot Numbers, But Covered It Up And STILL WENT AFTER Him Anyways To Try To SHUT HIM UP.
ALSO- Why Are There Almost 15,000 Back And Forth Emails About ONE LOT #. Those Emails MUST Be Released As Per Lex Acker's FOIP Request!!!https://freedomandinvesting.substack.com/p/review-of-foi-f23-1799-part-1?triedRedirect=true
Such a broad population of people in B.C. alone need to face justice and go directly to jail, that the magnitude of this evil worldwide is beyond what we as mortals can ever aright.
My brother was not to be gone too long ─ possibly his only errand was to purchase another four-litre box of white wine for Bev, but I cannot surely claim that. However, upon returning he did not dress down, and I was to learn that he was just about to head off afoot to catch a bus. He had a noon assignation somewhere with one of his drinking buddies, so I can only speculate on my brother's state if he does not return until the evening after drinking since that long.
Once he had left, there was not peace in the house for too long ere Bev was up and then had the T.V. downstairs turned on. My wife emerged from her bedroom soon thereafter.
She went downstairs to the kitchen, passing my room without a word to me, but probably wasting a soft good morning on Bev who can't seem to comprehend anything spoken to her unless it is repeated ─ honestly, I sometimes think that she just automatically or reflexively responds with "Huh?" or "Pardon me?" anytime someone says aught.
But my own mother of course was developing auditory difficulties around the same mid- or late-50s age range.
Therefore my wife likely hustled down the stairs with her soft greeting and Bev heard nothing from her, but who knows?
Eventually ─ resisting an urge to avoid my wife and just have my early afternoon nap ─ I did venture down to the kitchen for some conversation with my wife, so we've had some communication.
When finally I did lie down, I left my bedroom door ajar a half foot or so, but I was never to be disturbed. I finally chose to get up again because of some guilt if my wife was to be leaving to start work if she was scheduled for the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.
But it was certainly pleasant lying in bed with my head near my open bedroom window and listening to the pouring rain on the carport roof just beyond.
Earlier this morning I had snooped into my wife's Facebook for recent posts, and saw she only had one since I last checked. But it had this comment:
Shen Dennis
Hello! I'm truly impressed by your profile. You're an incredibly stunning and beautiful woman. I guess this is your best look yet. You seem like such a kind and compassionate person, and I'd genuinely love to get to know you better as a friend. I've tried sending you a friend request on Facebook several times, but encountered some issues. Would you mind sending me a friend request instead? I'd be really grateful and thrilled to connect with you. Thanks a lot for understanding!
That stank ─ not the apparent hit on my wife, but his claim of encountering "some issues" anytime he had attempted to send a "friend request". I've heard of requests of course being ignored, but not of having problems actually sending out any such requests.
So look here ─ after a bit of research, I found what appears to be essentially the verbatim comment sent to two other Facebook accounts:
In visiting his account, I realized that although it appears to stretch back to 2017, it really only has eight posts. So I selected an older photo from a post made in 2018 ─ a photo of him and a boy ─ and did a search. Check the result here.
But if that link fails due to its extreme length and complexity, this is an image of the result:
The third photo leads to a scam forum where images of this guy have been used in numerous fake 2019 accounts ─ apparently four pages of reports of such fakes accounts.
So I hope that I have successfully warned my wife away from making a direct friend request to this prick masquerading as Shen Dennis. It is also a lesson in not accepting friend requests from strangers ─ I sure don't. Years back I knew no better, but I soon got suspicious and stopped accepting such requests. To this day I only have 85 "Friends" at most, and some of those are now deceased, while others I realize are duplicate accounts.
Just ahead of 4:30 p.m. I heard my wife leave, so I am expecting that she did have to report for work. However, she said nothing to me, nor did I hear her say anything to Bev who was already into some white wine as she filled up on yet another day of endless T.V. shows.
I am going to take a break now at 5 p.m.
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I was rather hoping for some evening T.V. with my brother, but it's well past 8 p.m. and he is not yet home. He will be plastered, and passing out soon after sitting down.
So my bedtime is probably going to be 9 p.m.
I never did eat anything today until after nightfall, so the three mugs of coffee I drank ─ with dairy and honey and / or brown sugar ─ were all the calories I had to spoil an actual Sabbath fast, for my only meal yesterday was midday.
I felt emotionally lonely to tears ─ and quite helpless ─ when I went to bed last evening, and that emotion is seeping in anew. What really hurts is that there is no escape from it ─ this is all I will ever have at 75 years of age. The only thing keeping me going are my largely financial responsibilities to my wife, brother, and youngest stepson who still lives here at home.
How I miss the serene comfort that a loving spouse like my wife was once able and willing to provide to me. But I am no longer a man, and God cares nothing for it.
I am closing this post at 8:33 p.m.
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