- Like most days, these days, it has taken several hours for the morning aches and stiffness to fade enough for me to begin working on chores. Of particular interest is the rhuematism in my hands. It takes awhile every morning before I’m able to do anything with my hands. And the pain and stiffness is often in my shoulders, neck, back, and hips to one degree or another all day long.
- No telling what time the FedEx driver will arrive today with the new garment rack I’ll be assembling and using back in the garage near the washer and dryer. Waiting for that delivery prevents me from giving full attention to other matters. Hope he comes soon.
From my front door to the neighborhood Corner Store is almost exactly one mile. I walked there and back earlier this afternoon to pick up a 12-pack of diet coke and that little bit of exercise left me drenched with sweat (temperature was in the comfortable low 70s) and totally exhausted.
Man! If I ever needed incentive to lose weight and get myself into better physical condition, this is it!
A battle against fatigue, that is.
This past week hasn’t brought me many good sleeps. Most nights have actually been filled with more insomnia than sleep. Normally such nights are followed by good, restful naps the following day. But there were no naps this week. Instead, each day has found me more tired as the week has progressed.
Tonight, as I try to stay awake to watch my Saturday night TV shows, the eyelids grow heavy. I fear I’m fighting a losing battle against the fatigue that’s been building all week. Soon I’ll be moving from this recliner in the front room to my bedroom to watch the shows from the smaller set back there. And, being so close to my bed, I’ll be ready to put head to pillow whenever the tiredness wins out over the desire to stay awake.
- Monday – 2 mile walk
- Tuesday – yard work
- Wednesday – 1 mile walk
- Thursday – 2 mile walk
- Friday – rest day
- Saturday – yard work
Given my age and level of decrepitude, and given that it’s been so darned hot outside, (this is July in South Texas after all), I’d say this is plenty.
When I had my eye exam last week one of the topics of conversation the doctor and I covered was those floaters in my eyes. She could see them in my eyeballs when she looked with her scope. My peripheral vision checked out fine, and I don’t see flashes, so the floaters don’t signal any serious health condition. But they are quite entertaining.
Sometimes the spots, shapes, and foggy masses that drift across and hop around my field of vision seem like a host of shadow people. But I think they’re just floaters. I think…