And no pep.
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me these past couple of days. No energy and just feeling lethargic all the time. I couldn’t even convince my tired old body to do a short Sunday walk. Not feeling much better this morning, which doesn’t bode well for the Hash later today.
I did manage to drag my ass over to Swan’s for our morning coffee ritual. Work on the house continues, and hopefully, it will be ready for my forthcoming move-in on October 1.
I had intended to do my morning walk when I left Swan’s. Instead, I dragged my lazy ass home and took a nap. And another nap a couple of hours after that. I hate feeling this way.
I did make it into town later in the day to do the Hideaway feeding.
When it came time for me to depart Hideaway, I paid my tab and headed for the door. And that’s when I discovered that it was pouring down rain. Totally unexpected, and I was without an umbrella. I sent Joy to buy one for me and had another beer while waiting. With the new umbrella in hand, I ventured out into the driving rain. Even with the umbrella, I was still getting wet below my head and shoulders. And the flooded streets soaked my feet. Places where I might have sought refuge, like Blue Butterfly, were closed, so I kept going until I reached The Annex bar. And that’s where I stayed until time to go home.
It could have been worse, I suppose. The Annex plays nice music with videos on large screen TVs. Just a bartender and a waitress, so no lady drink pressure. I may need to spend more time there in the future.
When I got home, I had a coughing fit which was accompanied by a stabbing pain in my side. Based on my internet sleuthing, it’s probably just a muscle strain, but I’ll continue to monitor it for signs of possible appendicitis.
Hopefully, I’ll be back tomorrow with more positive news. Surviving the Hash will be a good first step!
Koreans collect umbrellas because they’re often caught out in sudden rain, to the extent that there’s a glut of cheap umbrellas. A side effect of this is that umbrellas aren’t that valued, so they get stolen all the time. It’s practically a running joke here—about as bad as bicycle theft in some parts of the States. Sometimes it might not be theft, though: when there’s a bucket full of umbrellas, people occasionally grab the wrong one.
At least the right people got fed.
Appendicitis: expect mounting pain at the juncture where your small and large intestines meet. For most of us, that’s the lower-right part of the front of the abdomen, not all the way over on the side. Based on your description of the location of the pain, it doesn’t sound as if it’s appendicitis.
Umbrellas are a pain in the ass. I’m always leaving them behind if it stops raining while I’m out. I prefer the small ones I can carry in a pocket, but if it is raining hard about all they do is keep my head dry. At least they are cheap here.
Yeah, glad it wasn’t something like appendicitis. I never had a pain quite like that, which was a little disconcerting. It’s much better today; I’m guessing it was muscular. Or old age.