One of the old buildings on the former farm of Scott’s grandparents
Whoa! I’ve been “missing” for days. I guess we’re just getting back to normal around here though Scott’s about the house, due to the weather mostly. Harvest is at a halt and other work that needs to be done outdoors is too.
I baked a chocolate cake for his birthday and gave him an exercise mat and roller to make stretching his back and neck muscles a little more comfortable on the hard floor. I’m still older and wiser than he, I told him, while wishing him Happy Birthday. He only agrees on the “older” part.
Dad stayed at Karen’s after his first two nights here, but yesterday came out to see Emil, who was here for the weekend, and had lunch (and cake) with us. He’s on his way back to Kelowna this morning.
A friend wisecracked to him that “The Johnsons aren’t doing very well lately, you’d better be careful!” because we’ve had three deaths in the family since late June. Here’s hoping the run of bad luck stops now for a while.
I’ve had a run of neck-thing (a.k.a. migraine-type) days and had to miss Aunt Beulah’s funeral on Friday. Most times a pill works if I take it and go to bed for a couple hours; that morning, it didn’t.
Often the neck-thing forces me out of bed early because lying there any longer only makes it worse. Maybe we need a new bed; but then why don’t I have the neck-thing every morning? Karen has lent me a memory foam pillow but it didn’t prevent troubles last week.
Sometimes using the laptop keyboard or doing dishes first thing in the morning vanquishes the neck-thing; so then it’s just a matter of limbering up ye olde muscles, right? Maybe, but not always. It’s a crapshoot, whether it comes to treatment or prevention. That’s what’s so frustrating.
Was one glass of wine too much? Was it the wine on an empty stomach? Was it the one beer? The shot of rye and ginger? Maybe, but then why not every time? I haven’t always had a drink the night before and sometimes when I have, or have even had more than I should’ve, no neck-thing follows.
Was it too much sugar? Chocolate? Maybe, but these over-indulgences don’t always result in the neck-thing. Was it poor posture while watching a movie? Maybe, but not always. Is it the rainy, cool weather? Maybe this time, but not always. Is it lack of adequate sleep? Nah, I get plenty.
Scott suggests it’s from not eating enough, or not eating enough meat. Sometimes eating something hot, or something with protein, does set me back on my feet. Other times, not. I’ve had regular chiropractic visits, massage appointments, shiatsu. I’ve done hatha yoga regularly for long periods; I’ve consulted a physiotherapist; checked in with an alternative therapist; seen an intuitive healer and herbalist. I may even have prayed to the Spirit in the Sky. I doubt I’ll ever stop searching for the answer(s), but it’s damn tiresome that this keeps happening.
Oh I know many others deal with a lot more painful and debilitating health conditions. I’m not really complaining about mine. It’s just tiresome and confusing and I can’t seem to shut up about it when it’s gone on for a few days in a row. Today’s the first morning since Wednesday that I’ve woke up feeling normal.
The mineral supplements have arrived and today’s my third day of taking them. I don’t expect miracles, but hope for one anyway. Ya just never know.
Secret Agent Woman, I took my driver’s training in the city at age 15 or 16, and lived or drove in cities without any nervousness. My discomfort now comes from being unaccustomed to heavy traffic after the last 16 years of rural Saskatchewan driving. Wadena, the town I live six miles from, doesn’t have even one traffic light. Couple that with the infrequency of my trips there and Saskatoon’s rapid population growth, horrible traffic congestion, and detours due to road and bridge construction in recent years, and my confidence has evaporated. Edmonton too has grown considerably since I lived near and often drove through it. I’m sure if I spent a day or two driving around the city my moxie’d come back and I’d drive as if there was a house on fire, like everyone seems to.
None of this is to say that people don’t foolishly exceed the speed limits around here, drive dangerously or stupidly, drink and drive, or talk on their cellphones while behind the wheel. I see the cellphone bit when meeting vehicles almost every time I drive the six miles to town on the correction line (a gravel road). It seems people simply can’t imagine anything could happen to them; it only happens to others. A $275 fine for distracted driving? Meh, they’re not going to get caught.
Before I got too far from town one afternoon I pulled over at a country corner to answer my cellphone in case it was Scott needing something I could go back for. A driver who came along stopped to see if I needed help, and when I indicated that all was well, I was only using the phone, he said “Oh no one would ever know, out here!” In other words, why not make the call while driving? That’s the mentality; you can get away with it. Never mind the risk; apparently it isn’t real enough.
Pfft. People: not nearly as smart as we think we are.