Something’s Wrong

 

It has been a HOT summer. Maybe it is climate change, maybe it is no air conditioning, maybe it is age, maybe….

Whatever is the reason, this year has sapped my energy. My get-up-and-go has got-up-and-gone.

There is still a long list of ‘to-dos’ but they just are not getting ‘done’. It’s too blaming HOT!

The fans are running but they are just circulating hot air, so it is time to take naps and wander the yard in my skivvies. Hydration has changed from silver bullets to water from the tap.

This weirdness started at the beginning of spring. Started getting a pain in my left side. I wasn’t eating more, but I felt stuffed. Pressing the skin there was a resistant. Perhaps I was constipated? Take the little chocolate drops to clean out the system.

There was also a gas problem. Any carbonated drink would create a massive long belch. Even eating a cracker brings up an ‘Urp’. Check the tummy aisle at the Tummy Temple.

When the temperature soared to triple digits, even the simple ride to bring home my daily bread became a struggle. A few days had multiple stops to catch-my-breath and on some require dismounting and walking the way home with several stops in the shade for water breaks.

Arriving home, exhausted and soaked, there was nothing left to move. Go to the doctor?

Sleeping became a series of naps broken by bathroom breaks and hydration. Wild reem dreams would come between 3 and 5AM. Waking up was not refreshing. Several mornings were foggy and some days never got into focus.

Adjustments were made eating (and drinking) habits and the stomach extension seemed to lessen. Getting enough nourishment to function, with excretion of liquids and solids working, life goes on. To make it easier, the taste of food is not as enticing as it once were. A bowl of shredded wheat and milk is more appealing than a porterhouse steak.

Sure, a doctor visit could possibly supply a diagnosis for my stuffiness with draining blood and camera scooping where it shouldn’t go of any number of cancers or ulcers or other frailties that could (or not) be treated and eliminated with concoctions and potions and constant check-ups to maintain a healthy existence until the final hour.

And so the story goes in this is Just Another Life.