Yummy Keiko

It may have been after 10:30 p.m. last evening before I got to bed, so I set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m. to get me up for a potential walk to Surrey Memorial's emergency department to await my eventual turn to be seen by a doctor to have my damaged right knee evaluated.

A day or two ago I had located a website that purportedly lists the estimated emergency department waiting time for the hospital at any given part of the day ─ it seems to be updated 'live' as need may be. Over the course of yesterday I had noticed it was around 8½ hours in the morning, but for some peculiar reason only something like 3½ hours in the afternoon.

My thinking was that if I rose very early in the a.m., then surely there would be a huge reduction in waiting time.

I found myself quite awake well before my alarm chimed, so I rose and used the bathroom, and returned to bed to continue seeking more sleep. But when this was resulting in failure, I finally broke and checked the time ─ it was something like 3:14 a.m., so I rose then.

And what did I find when I called up that website? The waiting time was back up to around 8¼ hours. No bloody way I was going to hike over and subject myself to that!

And so instead, I dressed and had another walk exactly as I had done nearly 24 hours previously ─ a rectangular circuit of approximately six blocks. This time, though, I had the experience of yesterday and knew that I could handle it, so there was no doubt concerning my ability. I just had to be cautious as I slowly progressed along the route that I always lifted my right foot high enough to avoid snagging the toe on any sidewalk irregularities, for unless my knee is locked out and my leg straight, I have no stability.

It is almost as if the musculature on both sides of my knee, as well as directly behind it, has become as nearly unresponsive as if it had been paralyzed. Expecting my knee to support my weight if the knee has been bent seems to me to be a dangerous impossibility. There were times during my walk when the muscle tissue directly in back of my knee felt like it was briefly spasming, and a similar sensation can strike my lower thigh just to either side of my knee.

It is such that I do recognize the threat being present of my leg buckling ─ I definitely could not hold my balance if that foot were to stumble; or if someone were to carelessly bump into me.

Perhaps it is folly, but if I can again get to bed this evening without any entanglement with my brother that would find me sitting up late watching shows and having two or three cans of beer, I just might attempt the long (maybe a round trip of a dozen blocks) hike to my financial institution's nearest ATM; but more likely I will visit another credit union's ATM that would spell a round trip of about eight blocks (a mile) ─ credit unions have long had a reciprocal agreement whereby any credit union member can use any credit union ATM without being charged a fee for the transaction.

I only have $10 in cash in my wallet.

But maybe I will rise and discover that the website of waiting times will be astonishingly low and I will be tempted to go there instead.

So I have some pondering to do as I type these words at noon.

I did go back to bed this morning ─ it may have been as late as 6:15 a.m. or so. But I slept poorly, and rose again little more than two hours later. My brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom; and when he still had not done so by 9 a.m., I went downstairs to boil water for my day's first mug of instant coffee, and to turn on the T.V. and activate our Android TV Box.

The first show I tuned in was 42 minutes long, but I do not feel it merits identifying. My brother joined me reasonably early into it.

I was only to tune in one further video, and it was nearly 1¼ hours (1:13:31), published March 13 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Election 2025 Are You Ready With Tanya Gaw And Maxime Bernier, March 12, 2025.

Maxime Bernier, leader of the People’s Party of Canada (PPC), joins Tanya Gaw on this Empower Hour to address several issues including Mark Carney’s appointment as Liberal leader, despite being unelected and without parliamentary experience, as well as the US tariffs and the rampant political corruption heading into the 2025 election.

Maxime and the PPC will be getting my vote in any next election.

My brother never even watched T.V. until 11 a.m. before returning to his bedroom for further rest. It seems that he had a memorial or some such to attend in Port Kells for Sandra, the late wife of the old friend of my brother's whom he rendezvoused with yesterday. Since my brother was going to drive to the event, I am concluding that he is not going to hang about and do any drinking.

At present it is now almost the end of the noon hour, so I am going to pursue a nap. I will only add that my wife did not come home last night.

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My brother left for Port Kells just after 12:15 p.m., and was back by mid-afternoon, but we never communicated even though he passed by my open bedroom doorway twice. I then heard him ask Bev if she was ready, so for a rare change the T.V. went off and away they went.

Not for long, though. My suspicion is that he only drove her to the liquor store to buy another four-litre box of the white wine she prefers. This needs doing approximately every three days.

They were back soon enough, probably having gone to the government liquor store about two miles from here.

Once back, he again passed by my open bedroom doorway a couple of times without a word, and then I heard him saying goodbye to Bev as he probably left to catch a bus and engage some social drinking ─ he was gone well ahead of 4 p.m.

Feeling some vague stirrings of an eyestrain headache, I thought to see if I was capable of another nap, lying in the quiet dark of my bedroom. But quickly enough the attractive notion struck me to instead have a beer while watching a show here at my bedside computer.

So up I got, fetching a can of beer to the ready. I had no sooner located sources for the show I was intent on ... when I heard my wife come into the house. It was maybe 4:15 p.m. at latest.

And that was that.

I may yet watch a show and have the can of beer, but I will give it time. I suspect that my wife is home to remain, and likely has a full workday tomorrow at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

At least I am likely to be having a more appealing supper than I was resigning myself to.

I am going to take another break from this post ─ it is presently 4:39 p.m.

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I did finally get to watch my show, and I timed it perfectly. I was just about to open a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) when my dear wife appeared at my bedroom door with some delicious supper that she had prepared.

So I ate that while watching the show, and then had the beer. This is the best sequence where I am concerned; if I drink beer before eating in the evening, then the overnight dehydration becomes more of a threat.

Anyway, I watched Prodigal Son ─ episode nine ("The Killabustas") of season two. Actress Keiko Agena can certainly come across as remarkably desirable in a most understated fashion! It's interesting to me that she's a little under nine years older than main star Tom Payne ─ her character openly displays that she has the hots for Tom Payne's "Malcolm Bright" character.

My source for the episode was this GOOJARA.to link.

Well, my brother finally got home around 8:45 p.m. As has been his routine of late, he sits downstairs with Bev, watching whatever she has playing on T.V. Anon he will most likely be passing out for a time.

Consequently, his failure in enlisting my company for some evening T.V. until after she has drunk herself to the point of requiring to resort to their bedroom for the night is his undoing. I have no intention of sitting up late awaiting his eventual summons to come and operate our Android TV Box so we can watch at least a couple of our shows.

And with that said, I am going to publish this post and shut myself up into my bedroom so that I can soon get to bed and maybe get up around 3 a.m. to have another walk, as discussed earlier. It is 9:06 p.m.