This week despite the bronchitis that was slow to clear and a bad diet of garbage I was able to gather and stuff down my gullet because I was too lazy and too sick of beans and rice to make an effort — well, despite all that — I felt better. I felt better because I was actually sleeping and it turns out the chronic fatigue was there because I don’t actually get into deeper sleep cycles.
During the bronchitis I had to take a mix of Benedryl + Tylenol, so my fever would go down and I could sleep and after doing that for a few days and getting extra sleep: I started feeling human for the first time in years.
It’s dangerous to take Benedryl every single day, but hell if I know what else to do. It also gives me ‘Benedryl hangover’ the next day where I feel groggy — but it’s better than the alternative.
- 5 Workouts this week
- Sat: iFit 45 min
- Mon: iFit 25 min 3 mile bike ride
- Tue: 6 miles by bike at Ft.Stevens w/Ian
- Wed: 6 miles by bike at Ft. Stevens solo
- Thu: 5.5 aprox. miles Ecola St. Park w/Ian
- (and 4 or more walks which is my usual, another 6 miles)
Effected by Bronchitis earlier in the week, wasn’t an issue by Thursday.
My account of the hike for my Habitica team:
My son was off work today, so we grabbed a coffee and a donut (I figured just one coffee wouldn’t hurt right? Well, that coffee was amazing ambrosia and I realized right off, darn I’ve missed coffee!) Diet, what diet?? Okay tomorrow I’ll recall the diet.
The sun was out, which is kinda rare here – AND – it wasn’t cold. Amazing. We headed off to go trail hike and ended up on a gnarly, steep, red-clay-mud trail with a lot of switchbacks and elevation gain and drop, around and around it went. But somehow we were kinda spellbound, I mean … it was SUNNY, actual sunshine (this is one of the cloudiest regions in the world…) The air off the ocean, instead of being an eye watering assault, was actually warm and it was perfumed with spruce and honey scents that wafted on the air like being inside a new brand of dryer sheet.
The air was full of birdsong, hermit thrushes, warblers and sparrows – the whole place was alive and vibrant yet… quiet, because not a single cellphone signal, EMF, or anything else seemed to reach the mountain. Nodda. It was quiet in a whole other way, and I guess not many people wanted to climb around through the mud, but the people we did pass … well they didn’t have any mud on them! and they all had huge smiles and perfect hair and they smelled very good. I was covered in mud, I was sweaty and covered in salt from the ocean – how they managed must have been some sort of forest enchantment, maybe ‘enchantment of the rich-city-dweller.’
At some point we realized, omgosh — we’ve been playing in the mud all day long on this never ending trail and we were supposed to meet up with my daughter around 2pm. We had left the house and fetched coffee and started the day at 9:30am, and arrived back home at 4! Yikes.
I ordered some oil paint this week from an auction on eBay. Gamblin. Whewwwww’ I didn’t think I would be able to get such nice paints. I intend to do an all natural no-solvent process on it.
Actually as long as I get some sleep once in awhile, I think I can return to normal life. I’ve been writing this for over a year struggling like hell with this – and all along I just wasn’t sleeping for shit. I’ve been a bad insomniac since the time I was a little kid, and part of it is caused by sugar, but good luck getting me quit eating it.
Also – I had my period this month and I didn’t get seizures.
