Enough For Complaints
Tuesday. A bit of the ocular migraine walking down Broadway and then waiting for a bus after getting a haircut in the City Center. I'd slept in late, awoke at eight, managed to get to breakfast by eight-thirty, finishing up in time to catch the nine-thirty bus out in front of the restaurant downtown to make my appointment. I'd been fidgety the night before and didn't get to sleep until midnight, but still got eight hours sleep.
Still sleep, in whatever way, still the visual distortions I associate with an ocular migraine and a kind of odd withdrawal from normal reality, getting home in a herky jerky way and then going to bed to take what turned out to be a three hour nap. Weren't these the same symptoms I was experiencing last month that made me decide to stop the inhalers? The withdrawal from which caused it to clear up? Which then caused the congested lungs to come back?
Tired yesterday, even with quite a bit of sleep that night, now awakening tired after a total of eleven hours of rest. I have a follow up appointment with the neurologist Thursday. He may know something about these damned inhalers, as I suspect I'm not the only one who's run into them in the past. Or then again, maybe not.
So the day has gone by fast. Often does when you sleep through most of it. Feel a little better, hungry, may head down the hill for sushi and sake, see how they affect my present state. I skipped the inhalers this morning, more through haste to get out the door than any conscious decision, I'll do them tonight. See if skipping a dose helps. Doesn't matter, if they're the problem, they have to be changed, rearranged or dropped. Better a cough than being terminally tired is my thought. That thought may change. Did the last time.
Screws up the writing, this being tired, had to go over yesterday's entry a number of times to get it to make sense. And I'm not sure I was successful, but it took whatever time yesterday and an hour or so today after I got up. I hope it isn't age, age I can't fix, they can't fix, I'd rather continue with this crazy journal thing for a while longer. How does it affect the photographs? Diminishes my energy, my getting out to take them, if not my interest in getting out and taking them. This is what I'm calling the folk art period of my life and I'm finding it to be something I rather like. Not finished yet. Unless there's no choice.
Later. Back from sake and sushi. Sushi and sake. Tried their “Masu”. A wooden box filled with sake and then filled again when you run out. Three or four times. Waved it off after three refills. Feel just fine, me oh mine. Various Maki entries and two servings of green tea cheesecake. Very nice. Not cheap, but very nice. Sushi is a restaurant side to shopping at Whole Foods, AKA whole paycheck. Very nice, but every now and then now that I've retired. No complaints. Not stupid enough for complaints. I'm slow, but not completely so. Here in Oakland.