09-19-2016, 07:35 PM
Hi Everyone,
Haven't posted much. Went to the hardware store a couple of weeks ago, and they had every bolt in the universe, except they were out of the 3/4" hex bolt I needed. I think that's what set it all in motion.
That night had a bad drug reaction. Don't drink much (2-3) beers, but was unknowingly coming down with flu too. Brain went crazy for about two hours. Couldn't think clearly or abstractly, everything seemed out of place. Weird, unlike unpleasant trip from days of old.
Most of you know I live and travel in my RV. Before I realized how messed up I was I started to walk to Safeway directly next door. I was carrying a small plastic bag of trash in my left hand. My balance felt off so I tested myself (that side portion of the parking area was mostly empty). I stood on one foot like on TV and kind of used the trash bag as a balance. Problem was when I took the raised leg down I stumbled and began a slow lope to regain my balance, like you do when you trip and hustle to catch up with yourself.
For some reason, I kept hold of the bag of trash and it acted as a sort of anchor as I stumbled faster and faster in a shrinking circle. I should've let go of the trash bag as it was acting as a pivot, but I had to run faster and faster to keep from falling, and the circle kept getting smaller and I was running faster and at a more and more oblique angle to keep from falling. I remember running under the same parking lot light about three times, still more scrambling for purchase than actual running, though I was running, running down like a top, and I of course eventually went down, on top the trash bag. By then I was only at about a 30-degree angle to the ground, so amazingly no damage but a skinned knee and some squashed garbage. Not so funny at the time, but I wish I had an overhead short video for Utube.
So, back home. At the end of kicking pks as mouth, though jaw still protruding here and there, has not hurt bad lately, catching flu, bad RX--not too many, and the result is that I think I'm getting well, behind on leaving again. I'm on a new health regimen. Not as rigorous as the run-in-a-contracting-circle-until-you-fall-down, something more balanced.
Anyway, that's why I haven't posted much. Getting my flu shot--I know it's controversial, but they have always worked for me--soon as the pharmacist says it's far enough removed from my currently fading case.
Hope everyone is well. C has been very supportive to me, and I appreciate it.
later soon,
Spankster
Haven't posted much. Went to the hardware store a couple of weeks ago, and they had every bolt in the universe, except they were out of the 3/4" hex bolt I needed. I think that's what set it all in motion.
That night had a bad drug reaction. Don't drink much (2-3) beers, but was unknowingly coming down with flu too. Brain went crazy for about two hours. Couldn't think clearly or abstractly, everything seemed out of place. Weird, unlike unpleasant trip from days of old.
Most of you know I live and travel in my RV. Before I realized how messed up I was I started to walk to Safeway directly next door. I was carrying a small plastic bag of trash in my left hand. My balance felt off so I tested myself (that side portion of the parking area was mostly empty). I stood on one foot like on TV and kind of used the trash bag as a balance. Problem was when I took the raised leg down I stumbled and began a slow lope to regain my balance, like you do when you trip and hustle to catch up with yourself.
For some reason, I kept hold of the bag of trash and it acted as a sort of anchor as I stumbled faster and faster in a shrinking circle. I should've let go of the trash bag as it was acting as a pivot, but I had to run faster and faster to keep from falling, and the circle kept getting smaller and I was running faster and at a more and more oblique angle to keep from falling. I remember running under the same parking lot light about three times, still more scrambling for purchase than actual running, though I was running, running down like a top, and I of course eventually went down, on top the trash bag. By then I was only at about a 30-degree angle to the ground, so amazingly no damage but a skinned knee and some squashed garbage. Not so funny at the time, but I wish I had an overhead short video for Utube.
So, back home. At the end of kicking pks as mouth, though jaw still protruding here and there, has not hurt bad lately, catching flu, bad RX--not too many, and the result is that I think I'm getting well, behind on leaving again. I'm on a new health regimen. Not as rigorous as the run-in-a-contracting-circle-until-you-fall-down, something more balanced.
Anyway, that's why I haven't posted much. Getting my flu shot--I know it's controversial, but they have always worked for me--soon as the pharmacist says it's far enough removed from my currently fading case.
Hope everyone is well. C has been very supportive to me, and I appreciate it.
later soon,
Spankster