As I’ve alluded to in my recent posts, I’ve kinda sorta been feeling out of sorts lately. I’m sure some of this derives from being in an emotionally weird place, but there are physical aspects as well. Light-headedness, lethargy, weird aches and pains are some of the symptoms I’ve been enduring. I need to schedule another consult with Dr. Jo to see if any of this is liver-related. God knows, my liver gets plenty of exercise, but it ain’t as young as it once was. I saw an ad on Facebook that described what happens when your liver begins to fail, and it was a little too familiar for comfort. And since it was an advertisement, they suggested an herbal remedy called Lymphoria. Well, it was “only” 1800 pesos ($35), so I decided to order a bottle. I figure it can’t hurt, right?
Wednesday went as Wednesdays usually do, starting with the Wednesday Walkers group hike.
A 6K trek on a hot day was plenty.
Swan took a “me day,” so I was on my own for the evening adventure in Barretto. I plopped my sorry behind down on a stool at Cheap Charlies and put my new drinking strategy to work. On the plus side, my gin shot with a can of soda water lasted around thirty minutes, about twice as long as a bottle of beer. On the negative side, after two gins, I was feeling a tad more buzzed than I wanted to be, so I switched to beer for the remainder of the evening. I’m not giving up yet, but I’ve got to learn to pace myself better.
Otherwise, my visit to Cheap Charlies was pleasant enough. My hike buddy Todd popped in for a while, so I had someone to chat with, which is nice. I fed the girls in lieu of lady drinks, and they were very appreciative. I was even given the rare beer on the house as a thank you.
I wasn’t quite ready to call it a night, so I popped into Alaska for a final round of drinks. Still made it home before 8 pm, where Swan was awaiting my return and the smoothie I promised to make for her. And that was all there was to Wednesday.
From Facebook memories:
In the November 2017 LTG archives, I share my Thanksgiving blessings. I’m not sure why it is that it seems that it is always in looking back that I realize how good my life was, despite my feeling that it sucked. Hopefully, I’m not going look back on the present in a similar fashion.
Today’s YouTube video features people even dumber than me. Yep, you read that right. The most dangerous thing I do is crossing the National Highway, but I’d never try to take a selfie while doing so.
Shit, I hate when a video I select to share won’t embed. You’ll have to click this link to see it. Sorry!
On to the humor, then.
And that’s all I’ve got for today.
I hope you stop feeling out of sorts soon. And learn to pace yourself with the gin. And have a good consultation with Dr. Jo. And find nothing wrong with your liver.
On that last note: People like you and me need to watch our levels of visceral fat (the fat wrapped around the internal organs), which is much worse than the visible subcutaneous fat (gut, love handles, double chin, etc.). Too much visceral fat can screw up the hormones (cortisol) and mess up organ function—kidney, liver, intestines, and even the heart. See if Dr. Jo can test for that.
Kevin, yeah, that’s what I’m worried about…the fat you can’t see. I’ll set up a consult with Dr. Jo soon.
I swear John if it’s not our organs turning on us it’s something like bloody rodents. I need to do something about these bloody mice. They’re getting into areas I didn’t think they could, or would want to, reach. I’m rapidly running out of food and I discovered a box of precious pasta had been chewed open and the contents gnawed at. The little bastards are getting so bold they’re openly scurrying over the countertops now. Morgoth the Third (my companion cat) doesn’t really care to mess with them anymore, and I now know my catch-and-release trap is well and truly buggered because I baited it with a largeish chicken bone (from Xmas dinner) figuring if the mouse was too light to trigger the pressure plate itself, the extra weight from trying to drag the bone out surely would. I woke up this morning to find the trap unsprung but the bone was missing. I need to get a new trap but that’s money I don’t have right now and I’ve looked into the DIY traps, like the bucket one, but the mice aren’t really at ground level and I don’t have a bucket anyway.
Thompson, why not get the old-fashioned mousetrap that snaps down on their neck when they try to eat the cheese?