I understood that watching the Christmas movie I had tuned in early last evening without first having a supper was running a bad risk ─ especially since I was going to be drinking three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol); but I mistakenly believed that it was early enough that the dehydration consequences might be avoided.
If I eat a supper in the evening after drinking and prior to going to bed, I may initially sleep well enough; but then the dehydration effect exacerbated by the demands a meal makes in its digestion hits overdrive.
Alcohol itself is of course dehydrating, but it is so much worse when a salty and spicy meal follows the drinking. There is an inadequate supply of fluids remaining in the tissues to handle the digestive requirements.
I know this, but I wanted to hold off on eating until after the daylight had gone ─ a weak bit of lip service to my former Sabbath fasts.
To top off the self-abuse, I didn't even get to bed relatively early as was intended. Instead, I dallied sordidly here at my bedside computer until almost midnight.
Nevertheless, I still did set my cellphone alarm, but only for 5 a.m., for I thought it possible that I might actually risk my damaged right knee and get out to do some local grocery shopping ─ the nearest store I would frequent opens at 8 a.m.
I slept for a time, and then around 3 a.m. required urinary relief despite having little spare fluids in my system. Yet the hallway light outside my bedroom door was on, and I believed it possible that so was the T.V. downstairs.
I carefully opened my bedroom door to better ascertain concerning the T.V., and it proved so ─ my fool brother had not yet gone to bed. No doubt, he had spent a lot of time passed out in order to achieve this late feat.
It was to be around 3:30 a.m. before I finally heard him coming upstairs to his bedroom for what remained of his night.
I thereafter slept rather poorly; and when my 5 a.m. alarm sounded, I was at my worst. I felt as if I had only gone to bed at 3 a.m., and not midnight. To rise was practically impossible ─ and why? I had no hope of doing a thing that was productive ─ I certainly would not be getting out into the public later to cope with a grocery store.
So I merely cancelled the alarm and remained in bed, seeking healing through further sleep.
It was raining outside, though ─ it would have been ideal for a nearby shopping expedition, for it would be gloomy and the weather would reduce some of the people who might otherwise have been 'out and about'.
Possibly I remained in bed until around 8 a.m., but it seems to me that I rose earlier than that. Whatever the case, a mug of hot instant coffee with the works was vital, so downstairs I went to take care of that.
I suspected that my brother would be unlikely to manage to start his morning ahead of 9 a.m. as is his custom, and I was accurate in that assessment. I took control of the T.V., and bided time downstairs until finally he did emerge from his bedroom ─ possibly around 10:30 a.m.
I had our first video lined up to play ─ at 22 minutes (22:34), it had been streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: I went to Pierre and found the Pleb!
This was a fun video!
Our next video was more serious. At 21 minutes, it had been uploaded September 13, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: Battle of Okinawa | Japanese Kamikaze Attacks on US Ships | Pacific War | US Navy Documentary | 1945.
This film (originally titled as The Fleet that Came to Stay) is a 1945 U.S. Navy documentary about the naval engagements of the Okinawa Campaign in World War 2. It details the aerial and naval battles that raged during the invasion of Okinawa.
The film shows the invasion from the U.S. Navy point of view and explains why the U.S. fleet had to remain at the base even under constant Japanese kamikaze attacks. Battle of Okinawa was the most devastating air-sea battle of all time.
Refer to the link for a far, far more comprehensive description. My brother and I were amazed by what we saw in this fabulous video ─ I never dreamed so much went on, or that it even could have gone on as it did.
This was followed by a movie, but even though it was almost 12:30 p.m. before my brother called it off to return to his bedroom for further rest, we were only a little more than halfway through it. I will report on it once we have completed watching it.
After I had a meal and then pursued a nap, my brother evidently emerged and he took Bev off to so some sort of shopping, for they were not here ─ maybe he only took her out just for another box of her preferred white wine.
Following their return, he must basically have just dropped her off and then left on foot to catch a bus so he could go social drinking. I thought that with the rain, he might choose to remain home, but his addiction for social drinking is too strong.
It is presently 4:39 p.m. this wet day. I am going to take a break now from this post and figure out how I shall be spending the remainder of the day. One thing is certain ─ I shall be exercising my damaged right knee.
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There were some stirrings that I might venture out this evening to do some pharmacy shopping for nutritional supplements, but I managed to relinquish the notion. I will give my knee until next weekend, hoping that meantime my progress excels despite how it looks and how it feels when I cup it with my hand.
The rain has been rather impressive this evening, incidentally.
I am a little ashamed of how much fury I nursed towards Bev earlier this evening when I was set to prepare my fast second meal of the day, because she was occupying the kitchen. I wanted to eat and then watch a show here on my bedside computer, but I could not do so until I had eaten because I intended to enjoy a Cariboo Malt with the show ─ I desired no trace of last night's sleep fiasco.
I did get my opportunity to use the kitchen, and did my best to sound civil to poor Bev when she was to briefly intrude upon me meantime. I am not without heart, and I do like and feel sorry for the unfortunate woman.
The show I was to tune in was Katy Keene ─ episode 13 ("Chapter Thirteen: Come Together") of the sole season. And although I was never a fan of the heavily extroverted Gay nonsense, this was the series finale episode I now see; and there are some storylines that I wish could have been concluded, for their resolution can obviously never be known.
If interested, my video source was this GOOJARA.to link.
Note that my brother had arrived home around 8:30 p.m. and before I had begun watching the episode; but when he was not quick to issue ad invitation to me to join him downstairs and operate our Android TV Box so we could watch episode of some of the T.V. series we follow in common, I wasted no further time and was quickly shut up here in my bedroom to enjoy the rather emotional production.
Anyway, it is late enough now, so I am getting myself to bed with my cellphone alarm set for 3 a.m. so that I can have a private six-block walk for my knee's sake. The time at present is 10:28 p.m.
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