Bloody hell

My Tuesday started out normal enough but had a surprise ending. I’ll get to that, but let’s take things from the beginning. It was shopping day, and I had my driver detour to the Pure Gold supermarket. I do this every couple of months, hoping to find things I want or need that Royal doesn’t stock. Not much luck with that yesterday, but I did get this:

I’ve got a bit of a mosquito problem at my place, thanks in part to living near a stagnant river. Hopefully, this bug zapper will reduce those itchy bites.

The Pure Gold is near the old Royal store, so we went there next. Again, sometimes the old Royal has items in stock you can’t find at the new Royal where I normally shop.

Back in the Navy base days, this was the commissary. It is showing its age inside now, and I only occasionally visit since the new store is more conveniently located.

Home again with the week’s groceries, a nap and a blog post, then it was time for my weekly excursion to Baloy Beach to visit the Kokomo floating bar. I baked a batch of brownies before departing to share with the girls. Swan joined me for the adventure.

Here’s how you get there from my house–a little under 2K. And now I know the name of that road that leads to the Alta Vista subdivision–Brisas Del Mar.
The sun as it appeared upon our arrival at beer o’clock (4:30).
The floater was unusually quiet when we arrived, but this big spender made up for it by buying all the girls multiple drinks.
Swan and the couple in the back were the only other customers.
But as the afternoon progressed, more folks rode the raft out to join us, including my pals Steve and Alex.
Swan’s friend Billy and his gal (and dog) stopped by for a visit as well.
Time was passing
Caring is sharing those moments
Another day, another sunset
And that was that
We headed to shore in search of some dinner.
We changed things up and had dinner at the Lagoon Resort. That’s just one page from the menu, but we both wound up ordering something from here.
I had the marinated grilled chicken, and it was outstanding.
And Swan also enjoyed her pork steak medallion.

I used to play darts for the Lagoon team but rarely ordered food there. I was pleasantly surprised it was so good.

After dinner, we caught a trike home, and I went to bed early. I woke up a little before midnight feeling a bit off somehow, so I got up to nebulize. I also checked my blood oxygen on my oximeter and was shocked to see this reading:

Yikes! That’s scary low. Normal is 95-100, although because of my COPD, I’m usually around 93. Some web pages I looked at recommend visiting the emergency room if you are in the mid-80s.

Of course, I didn’t even consider wasting my time at the hospital. Instead, I fired up my oxygen tank and self-medicated with inhaled air. That brought me up into the mid-90s. I went back to bed but had to get up again later to ingest more air. A rough night indeed!

I had some doubts and concerns about participating in today’s group hike, but since we were planning on a relatively flat hike from Naugsol back to Barretto, I decided to give it a try. I’ll save the story of how that worked out for me until tomorrow. I’m leaning toward just staying home tonight and treating myself like the old man I’m rapidly becoming. Better old than dead, I suppose.

Today’s Quora Q&A:

Q: What is the quickest way for a male high school graduate with little cash and no car to move out?

A: Join the military.

My daily try at humor:

Next time, take her with you!
I’m the one that got away…four times!

Here’s hoping for a breath of fresh air.

3 thoughts on “Bloody hell

  1. And Swan also enjoyed her pork steak medallion.

    Somebody has a funny idea of what a “medallion” is when cooking. What Swan has there looks more like butterflied pork. In cooking, medallions are supposed to look like little Olympic medals.

    Here’re some real medallions. Or here.

    With a blog-post title like “Bloody hell,” I was expecting some scary verbiage about you spitting up copious amounts of blood or something. Not to diminish the pulse-ox issue, which is obviously scary in its own right, but this is what your punniness leads me to look for. I guess, in this case, “Bloody hell” is just a literal expression of shock at the pulse-ox of 82.

    Feel better tomorrow!

  2. Hmm, you are right; that meat isn’t very medallion-looking. I’m not sure if Swan misremembered what she ordered or if the chef needs to see those links you shared. Still, it tasted good, whatever in the hell it was.

    After almost twenty years of blogging, finding a post title I haven’t used before can be challenging. I’m not sure why that matters to me, but it does. My first two tries yesterday failed the uniqueness test, so “Bloody hell” worked on multiple levels.

    I achieved my goal of surviving another challenging day, so that’s a good thing!

  3. I think Swan ordered what she thought she’d ordered. I saw the medallions on that shot of the menu. In fact, I recall thinking the medallions would be too skimpy for someone my size, and I’d never order them. The pork she got looked to be almost the size of an Alice Springs Chicken from Outback Steakhouse.

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