😈😈😈 A Fall, Naturally

I was not to require my cellphone alarm overnight, for during a wakeful period I checked the time at 2:28 a.m. Initially I just lay there intending to await the alarm, but then I decided not to ─ I wanted to walk the nigh mile to my financial institution's nearest ATM and withdraw some cash.

But that crick in the right quadrant of my neck almost had me in tears, and I thought that it might even be initiating a headache. I could neither raise my head to look up, lower it to look down, nor turn it left or right. And if I leaned over ─ or in bed, attempted to rise up or roll over ─ and had my head even slightly angled, the pain from the sudden weight of my head on the affected spasmed area of my neck was paralysingly excruciating.

I wondered if it might be folly to be venturing anywhere at night when I was so clearly vulnerable. With my damaged right leg removing all stability, and me unable to move my head, I would be virtually defenceless even armed with a knife and my Titan baton flashlight stun gun, along with my five-foot walking stick.

The light outside my bedroom had been on earlier, and it was still on ─ my wife usually turns it on when she is home, but generally turns it off once she goes to bed. However, she was not up.

My youngest stepson was, though.

Anon when he realized that I was up, he came and brought me two good-sized pieces of excellent pizza. I often express my anger at the lad in this blog, but I do love the young man.

I let him know that I was intending a walk.

And I did get away just ahead of 3:30 a.m., by which time the lad had gone to bed. Apparently this past week (according to my younger brother today), he had the time off work ─ vacation time ─ and that was why he was free to sit up all the night long every day like an idiot, so things should be back to normal where he is concerned.

I had my walk, my bad leg always a consideration due to its unreliability, and my cramped neck limiting my head movement. I cut through the elementary school property where I like to exercise, and just before exiting at a far corner as my shortcut, I noticed what appeared to be a possible street person coming along on the far side of the road I was to be having to cross.

So I held back in the gloom, awaiting his passage. It looked to me that he may have been aware of me, however. And then to my dislike, instead of continuing along that road, he turned onto the one (98th Avenue) I had intended to take:

I was coming from what shows as a trail on the left, and he was walking 'down' 134th Street, and on the far side of the street. When he turned left onto 98th Avenue, he still seemed to be potentially taking some stock of me, possibly wondering if he should seek me out. I didn't need that.

So when some corner shrubbery obscured our view of one another, I came out onto 134th Street and went 'up' a short distance to 98-A Avenue. Both come out to King George Boulevard; it's just that I like to travel along 98th Avenue and return along 98-A Avenue.

No big deal ─ just an annoyance.

I actually had three other full coincidences that I could not avoid before my outing was over, but none were with street people, and I issued a "good morning" to each to help allay any unease they might have had concerning me bearing that walking stick. One guy was actually a city worker moving safety cones about.

Anyway, I got my money ─ $300.

And back at the school, I attempted some exercise despite my crippling neck pain. Unfortunately, two attempt at pull-ups were impossible to perform beyond getting my upper arms horizontal ─ the neck pain was intolerable and nearly had me in tears.

Chin-ups were bearable, so I performed three and then two of those. And I could do a pull-up in each try on the gymnastics-style rings. I also could pull-up between two of the jungle gymn monkey bars, and held the dead hang afterwards for a difficult 70-count.

As well, I managed five slow full-range decline push-ups on the cement ramp, but getting down into position and then back up again was most difficult due to how disabled I have become.

It was good to get home ─ even if the realization struck me as I approached the house that I had yet the half hour or so chore of watering the front yard garden plants.

Rather peculiarly, before it was yet 5 a.m., a white car pulled into the far curve of the cul-de-sac we live in; and anon, I noticed a guy who seemed to be coming onto our property. It turned out to be someone delivering a package for my stepson ─ at that time of morning! I said something like, "You're sure getting an early start!" He just grinned.

Thereafter, with my stepson abed, had my neck not been so dreadfully painful, I would have performed full flat-footed squats to work my bad leg, but I just couldn't face up to it this morning.

I was rather hungry, for yesterday I only had one smallish meal. Those two pieces of pizza truly hit the spot!

I was back to bed maybe 5:45 a.m., rising again about 2½ hours later. My brother was by then downstairs watching T.V.

I joined him at nearly 9:15 a.m., by which time he was ready to turn the T.V. over to me so I could operate our Android TV Box. 

My first choice was a nearly two-hour video at Rumble's klaTVEnglish channel, but it opened with an interview with Maria Vasii, a Romanian lawyer. Maria spoke English, but her voice was too soft and high, and her English consequently too difficult to grasp ─ she needed to have closed captioning or subtitles.

The content was being lost upon both my brother and I, so I tuned out after maybe four minutes.

My next choice was to be our last video, for it was also nearly two hours (1:56:18), and had been published earlier today at Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Dr Lee Merritt Christopher Keys Unmasking Medical Mysteries 11-Jun-2025.

Hey guys, it’s Christopher Key, and I’ve got a MUST-WATCH interview for you today. I sat down with the brilliant Dr. Lee Merritt—a real surgeon, not one of those pharmaceutical puppets—and we went deep.
We’re exposing the lies behind bird flu, COVID, PCR tests, and the satanic agenda that’s poisoning our people and trying to enslave our farmers. You’ll hear the truth about chlorine dioxide, nicotine, parasites, and why viruses might not even be real. That’s right—not real. This one will blow your mind.
I need you to watch it, share it, and comment below. The truth is under attack—and you are the resistance. Don’t believe me. Don’t even believe Dr. Merritt. TEST AND PROVE ALL THINGS.

Join Christopher Key live from Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, as he dives into controversial health topics with a fiery passion for truth. In this episode, Key and guest Dr. Lee Merritt challenge mainstream medical narratives, focusing on the contentious debate over viruses, the history of Rockefeller medicine, and the electric nature of the human body. Expect bold discussions, historical insights, and a call to question conventional standards of care. Tune in for a thought-provoking exploration of health, science, and freedom from fear-based paradigms.

There was much more to the description ─ especially other links; so please refer to it if the topic interests you. The interview ─ actually, the video is comprised of two separate interviews with Dr. Merritt ─ was excellent, although we never got through it all because at 11 a.m. my brother announced that he had to start getting ready to head out for a noon appointment of some sort that he had. We've got nearly 15 minutes to go, so I expect that we will finish up watching it tomorrow.

By the way, my wife had a scheduled full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom shortly after mid-morning and I think she was away by about 9:50 a.m.

Anyway, after my brother left, and I had a smallish meal, not much later I catered to my wretched addiction of endorphins or oxytocin or whatever the Hell is wrong with me, and that lost me at least a couple of hours of the afternoon.

When I had been out in the wee a.m., the sky was possibly hazy, but it had become overcast by the time my brother and I were watching T.V.

Shut up in my bedroom pursuing mischief, I had little idea if the day was becoming sunny and I should be outside sunning.

Things ran their gamut, and I confess that it was maximally exquisite ─ which only makes things worse where concerns future temptation, of course.

I finally sought my bed ─ possibly for an hour, but not napping. It did seem sunny outside, so this was something of a discouragement.

I may have called the bed rest quits around 3:30 p.m., rather surprised to find that my brother was still home and not away on a bus ride to commence his daily social drinking. With him home, I would not have likely sunned anyway, so that reduced some of the guilt.

He was still home watching T.V. with Bev after 4 p.m. And before too long, I heard it ─ the cracking open of a can of beer. My brother was home to stay. Whatever noon appointment he had must have possibly been onerous or overlong, and it depleted his desire to face up to public transit just to go drinking when he could simply kick back and do it at home.

Then later in the afternoon I noticed that the sky was mostly clouded over again.

Note that before he left on his appointment, he mentioned the home insurance that I had paid on Saturday, so he knows he still has to contribute towards it.

My neck became more bearable over the day, so late in the afternoon I had one of my exercise sessions in my wife's vacant bedroom, finally getting in those full flat-footed squats ─ 20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and one held in the full squat position for a 70-count before the painful rise. I also did some isometrics.

I have been working on this post piecemeal, so I will report that in the early evening the sky seemed blue again ─ at least from the one window I was looking out from.

8 p.m. arrived and I realized that my brother was newly watching with Bev one of the series I had intended for us ─ the current season of American Ninja Warrior. Evidently I will have to strike it from our list, although this is likely the third episode and I doubt that he has seen the first two.

Since he was involved, as usual, watching our T.V.'s Bell basic programming, I tuned in Blood Ties here on my bedside computer ─ episode three ("Bad JuJu") of the first season. I'm loving watching lead actress Christina Cox, but I am also drawn to beautiful Gina Holden's expressive big eyes.

My source for this episode was this uFLIX.to link.

It's odd how the series is all but forgotten by me, for I am quite enjoying it. Maybe I only ever watched it while drinking, back when it was current.

I am going to start shutting down browsers and tabs and so forth, and get to bed, for right now it is 9:42 p.m., and I intend to set my alarm for 3 a.m. for a walk to the elementary school playground for exercise, a round trip walk of maybe ¾ of a mile.