I have indoor flowers continuing to bloom, if not outdoor.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I have indoor flowers continuing to bloom, if not outdoor.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I overdid a bit yesterday too.
Friends drove me to the airport when I wasn’t really strong enough on my own. It is two hours away at least. I am very very grateful. They kept my car. I drove them to the ferry and picked one of them up last Friday. My friend L said my brakes were suspect. Two days ago I drove to his house and he took a look. I mostly held a flashlight. The front brakes are fine but the back shoes were down to very thin. I got a crash course in brakes (2006 Scion, a very useful black box of a car) and we took the drums to be ground. We ordered brake shoes and the kit of annoying springs and things.
Everything was ready yesterday so he picked me up. I held the flashlight and then held the back of the pin for one particularly annoying and difficult set of springs. He is a very good mechanic, though not primarily cars. A cell phone picture of the brake before taking it apart and studying the intact one: useful tips. He also pointed out the blue paint. Someone added that in order to keep it all straight. We got it all back together and then tested them. It did need some tweaking to tighten the emergency brake to working order again. I got home at about 4:30pm. Whew!
So today I am tired again and rather achy, but not too bad. I may attempt a quiet day, though we never know what will happen. The best laid plans can be altered at any moment. I hope to recharge my energy today!
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: recharge. And speaking of recharging, here are two experts:

I’ve been reading journal articles about Long Covid. The three primary symptoms are fatigue, shortness of breath and brain symptoms. Mostly brain fog. Then there is a long long list of other symptoms.
For the fatigue, the journals are recommended graded increase in activity “without triggering a fatigue crash”.
Now, that is all well and good, except it’s a moving target. The amount of activity one can do is NOT static.
I have something that caused CFS-ME. My fast twitch muscles came back on line sometime between Christmas and New Years. GREAT! Then I was helping a sick friend until January ninth. I flew home and then there is all the unpacking and bills and catching up and sweeping up catfur dust elephants. Finally I got to exercise. I walked a couple miles on the beach one day and then around town with a friend the next.
Which crashed me. The third day I spent lying on the couch. My muscles basically were ALL hurting and saying, “We hate you.”
The fast twitch are back on line but they are weak as newborn kittens. For the first two days I felt strong and normal. The third day I felt like a steamroller had gone over me.
So did I do the wrong thing? Well, no. I won’t know what I can and can’t do it unless I do it, right? After four rounds (or more) of pneumonia with muscle weirdness, I can tell when it’s improving. Then I have to rebuild the working muscles. Also my slow twitch posture muscles are frankly pissed off and have been doing all the work and are not very interested in working with the fast twitch when they first come on line. “Where have YOU been? We’ve been doing YOUR work AND OURS.” I have to learn to walk again.
I was doing well with pulmonary rehab in the fall, building up on the treadmill twice a week, until I got my flu shot and then my Covid booster. Well, they are supposed to raise antibodies. Unfortunately they raised the ones that make my fast twitch muscles not work. Muscle blocker antibodies. I am just glad that my slow twitch work, because I sympathize hugely with the people who end up lying in bed. It’s still inconvenient, difficult to explain and annoying.
At any rate, gentle graded increase in activity is all very well as advice. But do you control everything that happens in your life? I don’t. Someone gets sick, the mail goes awry, a billing company changed their address and I didn’t get the memo. It all takes energy. Some days I am going to overdo, especially when I feel better. And it rather sucks to lie around the next day, but it is ok.
Over the last week I had a friend up from Portland. We walked three days running. On the third day we walked paths from my house to the lighthouse and back. About 5-6 miles. I was not quite limping when I got home, but I knew I could rest the next day. My muscles got HUNGRY and are continuing to improve.
So when your doctor tells you “graded activity to avoid fatigue crashes”, remember that it is not wholly controllable because life is not wholly controllable. Some days you will do great and others, well, hmmm. That was too much.
Blessings.
https://www.aafp.org/pubs/afp/issues/2022/1100/long-covid.html
https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/long-term-effects/index.html
They always look unlikely in trees, though they are comfortable.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sol.
Taken yesterday.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Some days I can’t chuckle
when the news rolls in
my heart could buckle
shootings again
US gun habits
What’s up doc? Dagnabbit.
Shootings on the year of the rabbit
dancers dead as they celebrate
Why are guns such a habit?
I refuse to fill my heart with hate
Gun sales stab it
Year of the rabbit
Forgive but do not reconcile
let my resolve not buckle
mental health takes a while
let no demented chuckle
Fearful gun habits
online snared like rabbits
They argue they must defend their homes
daughter teacher on the line
fearful males online alone
think that guns will make them fine
Fear is a habit
Stop being rabbits
Leave your basement
Help another
Walk the pavement
Earth as mother
Make it a habit
To walk out with rabbits
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: chuckle.
I think this is a quite young rabbit. It just was not scared of me.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
What old deep wound causes you
to hurt me and other friends you’ve had
in past. What terrors hidden in that brew
make you glory in making others sad?
You boast to me of throwing people out
of your life forever, never friend
again. You don’t explain what crimes reroute
your heart to where you never speak again
to him or me. How many people discarded
from your heart and at what interval?
How many “friendships” have you departed?
And yet you boast that others call you spiritual.
“Friends forever,” you said. I wonder why
you tell yourself and me that petty lie.
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