Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

K d;m't think I've ever been so glad to be old as this year. If I don't feel well - in a non-pathological way - I just go to bed and stay there. Today was a perfect day to follow that advice. I got tons of sleep, managed to calm my insides and enjoy the leftovers from Wednesday (the romaine was STILL crisp) and nibbled on granola bars in-between.

There was a promo on the evening news of the upcoming 55th season premiere this weekend of a wonderful investigative journalism program on Canadian TV. It's going to be about the hidden dangers of contracting Covid, how it lingers in the bloodstream and can then affect all the organs in the body. I shivered when the newscaster talked about brain fog. So, I'm definitely recording it.

I apparently must have missed this bit on the news (during an unscheduled nap), but the Blue Jays have made it into the playoffs. So I am happy. What makes me less happy is crappy vision today. I thought it was improving, but no luck. So I watched the animated Trek with almost no colour contrast. If it weren't for the blue character....

Another frustration was receiving an email from Brian with a PDF that I can't read at all. Sigh. I'll email him tomorrow. Right now, I want to read some fanfic and then take my pills abd go to bed. ::crosses fingers::

9:33 may have been an acceptable time to wake up but that was it as far as pleasant numbers were concerned. I'm barely holding out for midnight and my pills, having experienced body chills and other pains throughout the day. Sigh. It's no wonder I spent most of the day in bed watching animation.

I couldn't even watch the evening news on my regular station as both it and the regional alternate were showing football. American football. As little George Pig would react, "Yuck!" So, instead I watched a local station I haven't watched in decades, not knowing any of the on-air faces and names. Still, there was news of a nearby mob gathering of hundreds of Covidiots, spouting the previously heard American garbage of government conspiracy, hoax, freedom, blah blah blah. How do I hate people like this - let me the ways.

My pain wasn't helped by the fact the chicken soup I had for dinner with a splash of white wine in it disagreed with me. Sigh. So, I may have to move up the pills in order to avoid a silent scream. My body is quivering in antici---PAtion. Okay, I just semi-cheered myself up. You know what the most irritating thing about the pain is? Yes, it improved my vision for a little while. Sigh.

So … my meds didn't kick in this morning and I had blind book club meeting at 10. Also a dying iPad that needed recharging. Even with these obstacles, I ended up having a terrific time as getting engaged in the conversation completely distracted me from the pain. But - insert expletives - it returned with a vengeance after I signed off. WTF, body? I need to fire the scriptwriter of my life because someone has obliterated the quid pro quo wherein I earn vision with pain. Ha! So. Not. True.

I don't think I've ever had such a combination of spasms and pains in my life. I managed to live through it flat on my back until 4 when I could take more pills. And, naturally, I had the worse vision of my life for most of the day!

Adding to the grumpy factor, I found out we're not going to have an in-person counting day at the end of the month. So, no meeting friends which means no need to get my hair done next week. Instead, I'll see if I can corral church-John to go to Costco for me and then have brunch. Better than nothing.

Next to nothing was my TV consumption today. Anyway, time for a really long sigh before taking my pills and going to bed.

… leaves me in insane gastric distress. Sigh. So, as a precaution, I didn't dare eat the green mango salad. Sigh, again.

At least I had a great sleep encouraged by the presence of Ce-Ce in my bed. Got to sleep in until after 8:30. The rest of te day was pitiful. At least I was so happy to watch the news and learn of the super-dramatic double overtime win by the Raptors last night. So, it's now a one-game do or die affair slated for tomorrow. Come on, We The North.

Emailed Brian about one possibility for attending a drive-in at an upcoming film festival beginning October 1. I couldn't see well enough to get the info myself.

Anyway, as I'm in so much pain to sit in front of the computer, I'd better take my pills early and go to bed. Super sigh.

Best part of my day, as well as sleeping all the way to 9. After that, it was all downhill, beginning with the new terrible twins of no pain coupled with no vision.

So … pathetic reading as well as watching blurry TV. No wonder I was cranky with my sis RS when I answered her email whether I'd be attending church in person. Sigh.

Anyway, now close to midnight, the pain is returning so I may have some vision for a wee bit. Then, off to bed. Sigh again.

25. Or it could have been 50. It was so grotesque I actually didn't want to exist. I'm so exhausted, but I can't even cry.

As if to mock me even more, my vision wasn't bad, faded a little before being reincarnated in blazing glory. Just my luck I was too worn out to take advantage of it.

In the early evening, I kept conking out while watching my usual TV. Anyway, I'm taking my pills early and seeking refuge in bed. Sigh.

… feels weird as something I haven't done for about 9 years. But it was a relief not to have a heavy meal hanging over my head all day long. I nibbled on a baby bag of spicy tortilla chips, drank organic juice, a piece of banana cake, then had some dry roasted peanuts, a few squares of chocolate, and only one can of Coke. Tomorrow, I think I'll try a meal....

It was an aggravating day where my vision was concerned, very fuzzy and glaring. Only now has it calmed down so that I can read a little. There's a new Savage Love and I want to comment on it. Watched just the usual TV, but put off the new Trek for tomorrow - when I might be able to see the details.

Throw in a little laundry, a short shower, and that was my day. Got to do lots of nighties tomorrow.

I so should not have tempted fate last night. After a tolerable day, I went to bed at 2. The attack of muscle lock was immediate, compounded by digestive problems as I'd had a second entrée at 10. In retrospect, I figure I was pushing it. So, I gave in to another couple Robax and one Grrvol. Fell gracelessly back into bed at which point I finally felt a comforting heat in my back and then blissful sleep.

Hated the fact that I'd set the alarm for 9, in order to receive my meals personally. After that, I was able to relax abd gi ti bed where I had an unscripted nap.

Caught up with my TV shows in the evening. One of my fave Bull epis had been on last night, involving early-onset Alzheimer's and the desire to control one's destiny. Anyway, it's time for sleep without any hangers-on. ::crosses fingers::

Yes, I'm being poetic as I describe being caught between the excruciating pain of muscle lock for much of the day while being given a reprieve in my vision, so I could actually read my book. Sigh. It's so not fair, and makes no sense either.

As you might have guessed, I spent most of the day in bed and had little to eat. There were some distractions, including FB on my phone, the aforementioned reading, and my regular TV shows, highlighted by another witty epi of Young Sheldon.

On the personal front, I didn't hear from church-John even though he was supposed to swing by and also do my personal banking. Well, perhaps that'll happen this weekend, especially as the province moves into Stage 3 just after midnight. Libraries! Movie theatres! I'd cheer, but I'm in way too much pain. So, time for my pills and back to bed. ::crossing fingers for sleep::

All. Day. Long.
That's when Sigh is the most strenuous activity possible.

More perplexing was sleeping until shortly after 9. Though the pain had leeched out of my body overnight, so had the brilliant colour perception. Yes, sigh again.

The coolest place was my bed; the hottest right in front of tis monitor. No mystery where I spent my day. Even worse that the only recorded TV was the evening news and many Peppa Pig episodes. That left many hours of doing nothing.

Well, I'm going to remedy that now. Church-John sent me an email late last night, asking when we can meet to conclude our financial transaction, so I'm going to send him my reply. I've already gulped all my pills with chilled water. Crossing my fingers for more good sleep.