14
Jan
2023

BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS, OR BOTH

I keep thinking that maybe I should keep a journal or notation somewhere of medical issues so that I have a record of things that are wrong with me, when I’m sick, when I’ve had to go to the doctor and for what, but somehow I never get around to starting it. Is it because I don’t REALLY want to admit that medical issues are a thing, even though I seem to be dealing with one thing after another, constantly. I don’t know if it’s just because I’m aging, or just having a run of bad luck, medically speaking, or if it’s all in my head (potential line item: psychosomatic tendencies, date started: birth).

I tend to use the search function in this blog to go back and find out when something happened, whether it was the last time I was dealing with a pinched nerve (2017-2018), or when we went to a Detroit Red Wings game (April 2007), so maybe that’s enough, but I don’t tend to chronicle EVERYTHING here. So, it’s not a comprehensive record, in that sense. Of illnesses and medical issues, I mean. It’s not a comprehensive record in any other way either, since I am not consistent about posting, and I don’t remember to post about everything, and who cares, anyway?

The last two weeks have been a blur of illness, after getting super sick on New Year’s eve. I was marginally better each day last week, and I worked, though not full days, and I feel like I am 99% back to normal now, though I still have some minor coughing and snuckiness. I’m not blowing my nose more than normal at least, which is a definite improvement, though it’s hard to tell, since I regularly blow my nose continually even when I’m not sick. This is why no one reads my blog, hahaha! In-depth writing about the frequency of my tissue use.

Tonight we are going to celebrate our friend Mats’ 60th birthday, which he actually had in mid-December. The party is tonight though, and it’s the first time we’ve seen them since…dun dun dun New Year’s eve. I know that Annelott was also sick with cold symptoms a few days after I came down with the flu that night, but I haven’t heard anything else, so I’m assuming that she is recovered, and that Mats either didn’t get it, or had only a mild case. The party isn’t cancelled at least.

It’s so weird to think that so many people close to me are turning 60 or already have. How can we be so old? 😀 It’s a mystery. Especially when you consider that in my head, I’m maybe 30, if that. All the time when I was joking that I kept turning 29 was really how I felt MENTALLY. I read a headline yesterday about scientists somewhere reversing aging in mice. I didn’t read the whole article, but it would be interesting if true, and more interesting to know what the long-term effects of such a process would be. Would you REGRESS? Physically? Mentally? Emotionally? What does “reverse” MEAN in such a case? If you reversed PHYSICALLY, would you KEEP reversing, like Benjamin Button, or would you level out and stop somewhere? Or would you reverse for a certain period, and then start aging again? So many questions. It’s not something that would be practically applicable to humans in my lifetime, most likely, so the chances of it being something that would be of benefit to ME are slim. But it’s so sci-fi!

All this week, after work, I spent an hour or so packing up Christmas. It took ages because I was so slow from not feeling well. 2 days to pack up the house decorations, 2 days to pack up the tree decorations, another day to vacuum and today I am very slowly dusting every surface, windexing all the glass (with Martin’s help), wiping all the photo frames, and putting the regular knick-knacks and pictures back where they belong. The tree is still in the stand; it will go out the door tomorrow because the local soccer team is coming round to pick up trees and compost them. I hope that Anders will take down the advent lights too, but we’ll see, since it’s nice to have them up while it’s still so dark in the early evenings. I would like to get everything put away though, so will be pushing to get them gone tomorrow.

And then it’s full steam ahead in to the new year. There are no public holidays until Easter, and I will not get that day off as I’ll be in the States then, at the US office, where Easter Monday isn’t a thing. I’ll have a week of vacation in March, though, so I have that to look forward to. Only 2 months away, woot!

I’m up to September in my 2022 blog book layout, and have a lot of photo-heavy entries from our trip to Bornholm to insert now. Still, pretty good that I’ve gotten so far when I’ve been sick, considering it’s only January 14. I keep having to remind myself that getting it done is not a race. There’s no deadline on the blog book for LAST YEAR.

There’s no deadline on ANYTHING really. Deadlines are all social constructs. Get it done when you get it done. No pressure!

Mood: contemplative
Music: The Jacksons—Blame it on the Boogie

2 Responses

  1. John says:

    I will admit it: I’ve just now returned to take a look at your “new” blog after a much-too-long absence. I was stunned to learn, apparently, you are not in your early-to-mid forties. Ever since I first read your “other” blog, I assumed you were a good twenty to twenty-five years younger than I. Hmm. I understand how you feel like you’re 30 or thereabouts; even as I get perilously close to emerging from my 60s into an age group that cannot escape being called “old,” I still feel like I’m in my forties. Mentally, anyway. Physically, the evidence of my geezerhood is far too abundant to allow myself to be fooled.

    I like your new internet real estate and its furnishings. I promise myself (and you) to return more frequently. I enjoy reading what you have to say!

    • lizardek says:

      hahahaa! How did you not know I was NOT even close to my early-mid forties? I have a 25 year old kid 😀 Thanks for stopping by again, and I hope to keep seeing you here!

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