I had no time to post here yesterday. I had finished watching some latter morning T.V. with my younger brother and was here at my bedside computer midday when my wife emerged from her bedroom to announce that she hoped to be leaving around 3 p.m. for the get-together her eldest son and his girlfriend were hosting at the apartment building they live in, off near Metrotown in Burnaby, and I was to begin getting myself ready.
He had told me maybe two weeks ago that this was being planned because his girlfriend's family were coming to visit them from their home in Nova Scotia. But I never heard anything thereafter such as any date having been set.
And now I was being alerted that I had to bath and otherwise ready myself.
The lad and his girlfriend had arranged to have use of a banquet / recreation facility the apartment building offers free of charge for tenants.
On the drive to get there, I contributed a little over $120 for purchases my wife wanted done ─ $60 went towards food, and $61.04 for a large bottle of U.S. red wine (J Lohr) she and a friend of hers (Ui) like.
The visiting family included a grandmother (younger than I), the father (and son of the grandmother), a beautiful teen girl, and a little girl of maybe eight.
As well, my stepson's girlfriend had also invited her best friend and that lass's parents.
And rounding out the crew were two Thai friends of my wife, and my younger stepson and his girlfriend.
That latter lad had brought me four of my cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) from my supply in my bedroom. Until then, I had only drunk a glass of red wine.
My wife and one of her friends had pretty much done most of the meal preparation, and there was lots to eat ─ far more than was possible. Big sections of deliciously barbecued chicken, thick beef patties, lots of lamb chops, some kind of whole fishes (I never managed to have any), and of course shrimp. As well, different kinds of salad, including spicy papaya salad made right there. There were watermelon sections ... oh, jeepers, I can't remember what all.
A lot of money went into that feast!
My eldest stepson drove me the long haul back home to Surrey, for my wife remained with her cooking friend. I saw on her Facebook that today the family of four Nova Scotia visitors, my wife's eldest son and his girlfriend, and my wife and her cook friend went sightseeing ─ apparently to Shannons Fall Provincial Park.
There seemed to be more barbecuing.
I was feeling the drink last night, and basically just went directly to bed. My younger brother was still up and watching T.V., for it may not yet have been midnight.
I am subject to occasional urinary retention that I imagine is the result of benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) ─ an enlarged prostate. It typically sets in when I am seated for a long while, and so last evening it became a problem for me with numerous visits to the toilet because they were never productive. Meantime, the uncomfortable need to urinate would constantly bother me because I was not getting relief.
On the drive back here, I had to get my stepson to stop along the way so that I could seek some slight emergency relief, for the urge was so strong that by then I was going to begin wetting myself if I did not release some of the vexating pressure. Even so, we barely got me home in time for further relief, although I did not share awareness of that dilemma with the young man.
Today was my scheduled physiotherapy consultation concerning my damaged right leg ─ it had been moved from 8 a.m. to 10 a.m., which I was not exactly happy about. I walked the four blocks (half mile) to get there. This meant only watching one morning video with my brother. At 20 minutes, it had supposedly been published earlier today to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Shocking Pfizer Admission! They Don't Count Kids Getting Myocarditis If Reported After 7 Days!
SHOCKING ADMISSION!! Pfizer Study About How Many Kids Actually Got Myocarditis Is Fraudulent. They Only Count The Children Who Reported It Within 7 Days !! This Goes Against Even Mainstream Guidelines!!
They Will Also NOT Show Their Studies To Date As Previously Promised! They Are Now Covering It Up Until 2030!
Meanwhile The Pharma Backed Institutions Are Now Suing RFK JR For NOT Recommending Kids Take Them!
I watched hardly any of it, having to ready to get out of here by about 9:40 a.m. on that walk to be assessed for physiotherapy.
Well, guess what? After some discussion, the physiotherapist offered me an actual session. It was to entail having me practice maybe a half dozen 'exercises' that I am to continue with here at home once or twice a day, and it was suggested I return in a week.
Darned if I can remember more than half of the simple and rather repetitive exercises designed to rebuild the strength of my lower quadriceps muscles to eventually allow me to fully elevate my lower leg and hold it in alignment with my upper leg so that it is as straight in the extended position as my other leg.
I was hoping for some sort of direct intervention, such as a deep manipulation of the muscles.
I am no fan of the later morning session ─ I don't think that I will accede to any other time but an 8 a.m. appointment henceforth. I detest being out in the public during the day.
I was back home by 11 a.m., but already my brother had retired to his bedroom for further rest. And because I was feeling the aftermath of last evening's excessive drinking, I was soon back into bed for a deep nap.
Only with reluctance did I rise again ─ probably not too far after 1 p.m. My brother was still not up, so I suspect that he likely overdid things last night where his own drinking was concerned.
But since my return from physiotherapy, I have become anxious and have even felt loneliness for my wife ─ she was superb company last evening. I think that I am suffering a bit of hangover, plus social withdrawal ─ this is commonplace with me when I party socially, since I tend to be alone in my life most of the time.
The morning was overcast, and clouds fortunately took too long to clear away ─ I was in no mood to spend time outside sunning. I lack heart. But the next several days are to be sun-filled.
I want to drink as I type these words at 6:46 p.m., so I am going to break from this post and watch a show here on my bedside computer. I have hard liquor, and am sorely tempted, but I will seek to adhere to the Cariboo Malt.
⚪⚪⚪⚪⚪
I chose Krypton ─ episode eight ("Savage Night") of the first season. The distraction served quite well, as did a can of beer.
My source was this GOOJARA.to link.
At the video's conclusion around 7:45 p.m. I was to discover that my brother was fairly newly home from his social drinking.
'Twas far too early for bed, so next I tuned in Too Close to Home ─ the premiere episode ("The Mysterious Man") of season two.
A nice change from DC nonsense. My source was this uFLIX.to link.
I have raged in the past about the Sikh or Muslim extended family who use the cul-de-sac as their playground for their unbridled very young progeny ─ two kids in particular have me nearly nuts. One is a boy who must be at least five years old. He is allowed to shriek and yell as loud and for as much as he likes; and he's forever calling for attention from his elders, no matter how involved they may be in anything else.
His aggravating "Mə-muh!" exclaimed loudly a half dozen or more times in a row when he wants his mother to suck-hole attention to him ─ and she gives it ─ is one infuriation.
And then there is what must be his wee little brother who has only recently learned to run about. This weak freak bawls and bawls practically every time he makes a move ─ absolutely everything is a catastrophic event that his screaming needs to be alerting the neighbourhood about. He bawls numerously each and every time he is outside, and the elders all come suck-holing to the effing weakling ─ just like he wants.
Well, last evening at my eldest stepson's party, my youngest stepson and I had occasion to discuss those two incredibly noisy brats, and he is nearly beside himself with his own fury over this endless daily high-pitched intrusion we are all subjected to ─ and he doesn't even have an open window near him like I do in my tiny bedroom where I spend most of my time here at home. Even after dark, the dense, useless adults still are outside with their insufferable brood, catering to them.
Why must we bear this violation of our privacy and serenity every damned day?
I dare say no more ─ it will be uncontrolled.
I intend to rise at 3 a.m. and walk over to the elementary school about a half mile distant and use its playground for several sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I went there early yesterday, but it was vaguely raining and my performance was undoubtedly affected by the inferior gripping of the playground equipment.
It would be nice to watch something else and have another beer, but I am going to start shutting things down ─ browsers and their tabs, as well as apps ─ and soon enough be to bed. It is 9:52 p.m.
By the way, yesterday was my younger brother's 73rd birthday; I gifted him that morning with a 1.75-ml bottle of Scotch.
No comments:
Post a Comment