These days, I never know….
😀
Last I heard, we were at the Mayo Clinic, where staff were busy torturing me. That was grand fun.
Did it do any good?
Uhhhhh…well…
In a minuscule way, I’d say. Hammering on the keyboard still makes the fingers tingle. But not as badly (I think) as before.
Hey! Life is short. Tingling is long. Why complain about it, eh?
Shortly after 8:00 p.m. now. Outside, morons are setting off bang-bangs. Fireworks, presumably, but they could be firing their li’l guns into the air. Fine if they’re shooting blanks. I’d just as soon not have one of their bullets cascade down through the roof and the ceiling. 😀
Continuing spectacularly sick here. My guess now is that this ailment is not something that will go away. I’m just gonna have to get used to it. Consider the ear whistling to be a kind of serenade. The lips, the feet, the hands buzzing (in a different mode) to be a welcome sign that I’m still alive. And quit bellyaching about it!
Contemplating those women in my family: those powerful women. The grandest of them — a mother and a daughter who lived well into their 90s — were Christian Scientists.
Apparently Christian Science, back in the day, was regarded as a type of eccentricity verging on insanity. 😀 WhatEVER. That notwithstanding, we did live in a free country — we did then and we do now — where people are allowed to harbor whatever crackpot theories they please.
They were powerfully clean living, those two women, largely as a manifestation of their religious beliefs. They did not drink alcohol. They did not carouse. They enjoyed home-cooked meals that consisted almost entirely of what we would call “whole foods.”
If that was insanity, we should all be so crazy!
They pretty much raised my mother, while her own mother went off the rails. And I think she regarded each of them — especially my great-grandmother, as like a mother. Wish they’d lived long enough to meet my son: they’d have liked him.
Oh, well. They’d have been well into their 100s by the time he was born…so appreciation might have been difficult.
No outcome from the Mayo yet. They did a few annoying tests, but no opinion as to what ails me has been emitted.
So let us cast our minds back to the early 20th century and ask…if we were a Christian Scientist, what would we think ails me?
Booze, I reckon. They would tell you that the wine I was in the habit of drinking daily — a habit that lasted a good 20 years — was toxic, God-forbidden, and very probably what has made me sick.
It’s as good a theory as any. And since our august Mayo physicians apparently have no clue, we might as well proceed on the assumption that I’ve made myself sick through two decades of daily boozing.
So I’m on the wagon. Again. Still. WhatEVER.
And…is that working?
Well, in comparison with 20 years of daily tippling, I’d say we haven’t given the teetotaling anything NEAR enough time to show what it can do. We have a few dry days vs. year after year of daily sniftering… So presumably it’ll take a while for this clean living stuff to take effect.
As we scribble? My lips are burning. My ears are buzzing. My fingers are tingling. The soles of my feet are tingling. But otherwise everything is fine.
Uh huh….
