Despite all the time I spent in bed yesterday trying to heal from this incredibly swift and powerful respiratory infection I wrote of, I was to spend another 9½ or so hours in bed overnight ─ although there were bathroom breaks. I think that the hits of vitamin C tablets were likely responsible for increasing the usual sense of urgency.
Into the latter part of my night I was to rise and go downstairs, feeling remarkably better ─ it was likely around 6:30 a.m. Due to having no appetite following my midday meal yesterday I found myself distinctly hungry, but I sufficed with a rich-tasting cookie ─ one of three I suspect that my youngest stepson left in a ziplock bag on the kitchen counter. They were likely baked by his girlfriend.
Then I returned to bed. Throughout the night I had considerable wakeful periods, but I understood the healing process required me being abed, and I was never much restless.
Considering that I only felt the symptoms of this ailment when I rose from my early afternoon nap on Tuesday (two days ago), that I was so severely afflicted so very swiftly is mystifying. I remember once in some T.V. sitcom ─ possibly Mary Tyler Moore spake it ─ something to the effect that a cold is three days coming. three days at its worst, and three days in leaving us.
This thing had me down in half a day's time.
But I seem to have broken its grip. Sure, I am still fairly feverish; but my joints and muscles aren't aching beyond what is normal, and I've got that appetite. There is considerable pressure within my skull ─ I wouldn't want to try strenuous or even any exercising for fear of inducing a stroke or other hemorrhage elsewhere; but my body feels like I could handle it otherwise. And my beak won't stop running ─ mucous flow is ceaseless.
Even so, I anticipate being able to resume my normal exercising routine as of tomorrow, beginning with rising at 3 a.m. for the ¾-mile hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercising there.
Yesterday was a bath day, but I had to postpone it because I was just too ill to handle such a chore.
What has me wondering is how something so wicked can be bested as quickly as this? One day coming, one day at its worst, and (I hope) one day fading away.
My day began around 8:30 a.m. as a broad estimate; my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. news shows, but I waited till after 9 a.m. before joining him.
At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a very long video published earlier today, but when the host identified the date as being a week earlier, I tuned out ─ too much has already happened in the world to be watching a 'current affairs' show that's a week old.
So I tuned in a nearly 1½-hour (1:27:57) video also published earlier today to Rumble's The White Rabbit Network channel: Tucker and Col. MacGregor Warn How Neocons Are Exploiting the Drug Crisis to Drag America Into War.
I followed that with an episode of the old Route 66 T.V. series ─ it was episode eight ("Legacy for Lucia") of the first season. In researching the episode for this post, I did not anticipate that lead actress Arlene Martel was anything but foreign-born. And that being so, I never expected that I would have seen her act in anything previously, but now I see that I have probably seen her quite a number of times before.
I of course recognized a couple of the supporting character actors, even if I couldn't attach their names. I must say, actor John Larch looked to me to be well-built in his (forest warden?) uniform.
Our source was likely this December 30, 2023, upload to YouTube's Classic Films & Serials Now! channel: Route 66 S1E08 Legacy for Lucia (November 25, 1960).
My brother returned to his bedroom for further rest following the episode which he largely missed because of a phone call from one of his drinking buddies.
I fixed up a hearty first meal of my day, and then it was back to bed for a needed nap. I was to rise later and find that my wife was home, and would be for the evening ─ a day off work, apparently.
Right now it is 5:43 p.m. and I am going to take care of that postponed bath.
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I seem to have suffered some decline since my bath. So much so that I am not going to watch any shows here on my bedside computer, nor have a beer. In fact, right now it is 9 p.m., and I am going to get to bed. It tends to take a while for me to get to sleep initially; and there are always those periodic wakeful periods.
And 3 a.m. strikes rather early.
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