March is at its end and none too soon. Coming in like a lion, the month is leaving the same way. Winds, thunderstorms, muddy yard highlight this last day of March even though the mercury will rise to around 70.
Unlike yesterday, Chooey began trying to get me to rise around 5:30 this morning. I managed to make it until 8:30 before rising.
Had I risen earlier, Chooey would not have gone outside. With the rain still falling off and on, he would have opted for his puppy pads to do his business. And after I did get up, that is exactly what Chooey did.
Fighting depression can be quite tiring and wearing on the system. It does not only affect the mind, but can also affect the physical well being. The added stress of having a house guest does not help either. Who that house guest is feeds the depression as well.
But I fight on.
Later tonight and definitely tomorrow, I will learn if the change in my bank account for my Social Security check processed properly. Hoping the check went to the new account and not my old account.
That’s the way it is this wet, but warm Thursday in Mark’s Den.
Imagine my surprise to wake this morning at 9 a.m. I could not believe that Chooey had allowed me to sleep in on this Hump Day.
The sky has begun to grow darker as threats of more thunderstorms are forecast today. Along with the rain to come is also a rise in the mercury from where it has been the past few days.
While I welcome the warmth, the rain is not so nice to my respiratory system. The barrage of moving fronts in and out of the Cornfield, typical of spring, are not friendly at all, adding more pressure on my chest wall.
Like so many others, my own worst enemy is myself. I am constantly having to fend off the depressive thoughts which run through my mind, which could easily sink me beneath the crashing waves of despair as a riptide pulls me to the murky deep.
So it has been now for the past few weeks. I have been doing my best to keep the conflict suppressed and out of my meanderings here on Inside My Mind. But today, the darkness is encompassing my being.
The cold does not help. As weather systems move in and out, it takes a toll on my physical being which in turn feeds the dark side of my mental stability.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den on this last Tuesday of March, 2016.
Going on half passed four on a Saturday afternoon. I have been the victim of the doldrums on this warmer, sunny and beautiful March Saturday, the day before Easter.
After rising this morning around the 8 o’clock hour, I spent the next four hours mostly napping in my recliner. Even this afternoon as it is moving toward evening, I am doing little online.
Not that I have been completely dormant. I did clean up the presents left by Chooey on the puppy pads. I did clean up the kitchen. I have meat thawing for supper. I am feeling strong enough, I am considering showering here in a short bit.
Such it is this Saturday as I ward off the doldrums.
The calendar may declare it is spring, but it is Old Man Winter that has me crying, “uncle” this morning. The mercury plunged from the low 60s back to freezing over night.
The cold air is not my friend. Took the last pill of Cipro this morning as I have recovered from the bronchial infection that threatened to put me back in the hospital. Then comes along this cold front right before Easter.
The weather man says that the temperature will rise to more normal levels by Sunday. But today, I am staving off being re-infected with some type of infection.
That’s the way it is this Good Friday, in Mark’s Den.
Chooey woke me way too early this morning. He was ready to go outside at 5:30 a.m. Reluctantly I got up to let Chooey take care of business.
I turned on the coffee. I lay back in my recliner. Next thing I knew it was 8:30.
After Iohn left for work a half hour later, I took my morning meds and the first of my nebulizer treatments. Once more after the treatment, I fell sleep.
The cell phone ringing roused me out of slumber. It was Mom letting me know her computer has crashed.
Now it is going on noon. I am ready to once more lay back in my recliner and sleep.
When I let Chooey out this morning, it was dry out. The rain which had been forecast had yet to begin. By the time I woke again the second time, the rain was falling in a torrent. My yard is flooded with many puddles of water covering the lawn.
Recall the opening scenes from a television classic. Uncle Joe slowly rising from a rocking chair on the front porch as the music intones, “Uncle Joe moving kind of slow at the Junction, Petticoat Junction.”
That pretty well sums it how things are in Mark’s Den this morning. I keep plugging along.
And on the subject of plugging, the mucus plugs are the bane of my existence and anyone who suffers from COPD. The plugs are what disrupt my breathing and saps my energy by coughing to unstop the airways.
Following very cold temperatures and high winds, today is turning out to be a warmer, more mild day. The beauty of the morning, however, will be giving way this evening to thunderstorms.
Call me an early bird this cold Tuesday morning. As much as I wanted to sleep until at least 8 or 9 this morning, it was not going to happen.
For some reason, Chooey was determined to push me out of bed and join the living. I tried to resist and ignore, but to no avail.
After two cups of coffee, letting Chooey take care of business and seeing my house guest leave for work, I went through my email, checked the headlines and social media. Now I am posting.
Like the rest of the world I am staying tuned to the tragedy coming out of Belgium. The death toll continues to climb after suicide bombers did their dastardly worse at the Brussels’ airport and striking the subway system early this morning.
Thoughts and prayers going out to the victims and their families.
At this early hour, that’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.