I bit the bullet. I had my first COVID19 shot today. I’d been dreading having it for several reasons, but I needn’t go into them now as everyone has already heard every reason / excuse under the sun to not have it. But, in talking to a doctor at a pharmacy, who has seen COVID19 patients come in and (most times) go out, I’m convinced that it is likely a good thing to do. Only time will tell the lasting effects of it. mRNA medical technology has not been around long enough to know for sure. Will we all get cancer from this? Will it mutate and change our actual DNA? Will it prove to be just another harmless vaccine like so many others? But, compared to fighting for my life for a week in ICU only to die drowning in lung fluids, I’ll take my chances with the vaccine. Thy will be done.
No coffee for one week now. The last coffee I had was 1/3 Folgers, 1/3 Starbucks house blend, and 1/3 nothing but empty space. The second-to-last was one spoon of Folgers and the rest Starbucks house blend. Before that, nothing but straight high-test espresso beans steamed in a mocha pot. But all that’s history now.
I had a couple of days where I ate enough Tylenols and ibuprofens to kill a good sized horse, but I’m pretty much in the clear now. Only 2 ibuprofens. So what are the side effects of quitting almost cold-turkey? Headaches, a couple of backaches, sleepiness, and, believe it or not, sore hips. Yes, three nights in a row I woke up during the night with sore hips. I never would have imagined. Yes, it could be from something else, but I don’t believe so.
So – will I ever drink coffee again? Hmm. I once went 346 days without coffee overseas. I walked by a Starbucks on Jungang Ro (Street) and had a triple Americano. I remember the euphoric rush of caffeine wash over me as I sat at my little round table with a copy of the IHT. Utter and complete bliss.
All that is a distant memory now.
In working with wood, I bought N95 masks several years ago. They were, after all, the best ones one could buy. So shopping at Rona a week ago, they only had regular dust masks. I asked why they didn’t have N95 masks on the shelves yet. It’s been a year since the newest coronavirus had been discovered. Couldn’t the supply chain have ramped up supply for the demand by now?
This morning I saw online several people with Zoom fatigue. In response, I wanted to share my thoughts.
My sister called me today – at work. She wanted to know how Mum was doing. Paramedics had come by the house yesterday to test Mum for the COVID-19 virus. The test wasn’t carried out because she was, according to other diagnostics, not infected. Had she been, she’d cease to be, already weakened by cancer.
I have noticed this with almost all cats – certainly all my cats.
I’ve used the slow blink thing as a way of communicating with them. It seemed to show a message of trust, and, with strange cats, their tails usually stop twitching back and forth. It’s nice to see this level of understanding with cats. … There are dog people, bird people, even reptile people – but I’ve always had cats – or, rather, they’ve always had me.
By now, everyone on the planet knows about the spread of COVID-19 / Coronavirus. Every news agency in the world is reporting on this daily, and daily it gets worse. Our neighbour to the south, the USA, is said to be the worst of the industrialized nations. Their testing was and is inadequate, which let it spread without much check. Remember Ebola? They weren’t prepared then, either. Here to the north, we’ve closed our border with the US (the longest free border in the world), except for essential services, in hopes of stemming it.
I found this article while surfing the web today. It’s about how kids learn and the resulting issues that pop up.
I had some food poisoning today. Well, not sure if poisoning is the right word. I made some soup and included some dried foods left over from Korea. Bad thing to do. I rushed to the toilet several times. Unfortunately, I had to cancel one class today but caught the second one. On the way home, the fuel light turned on in the van. It reminded me that I hadn’t eaten much today, so I stopped at Wendy’s for a wrap. When I arrived home, Mother asked, “Do you have to go again?” I took this the wrong way, thinking “the toilet”. I replied, “Not sure yet, but thanks for asking.” She meant, “Do you have to teach again?” Ah, then “no”. Then Floyd asked, “Did you get rid of all that crap?” Again, I was thinking “sitting on the toilet”. “Uh… not sure yet,” I again replied. He meant if I threw out the dried food in the cupboard.