Yikes!

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Longing for the dry air of the Desert on this last Thursday in April, 2017 as thunderstorms raged across the Cornfield through the night. The damp and threats of more rain remain.

The impact on my respiratory system are devastating. To say breathing is labored would be an understatement.

It is not just me suffering, but Mom tells me her recovery and health is also being affected by the weather.

Such is life.

Iohn got on a tear last night. He rearranged the living room for me. I really like the change.

Having the help while I struggle with my own body is greatly appreciated right now.

For Mom recovering from the accident over a month ago, Bill has provided the support and assistance around the house she needs during this time as well.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Thursday going?

#ThrowBackThursday photo: 

Wild burros right on historic Route 66 in Oatman, Arizona, August, 2015.

Status Quo Report

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Nothing of any consequence when I went for my three-month checkup with my lung doctor on Tuesday. However, I did give some of the staff a bit of a fright. I had one of my dizzy spells, which are caused by my cluster headaches.

After I moved off the scales, where I weighed in at 138.4, two pounds less than back in February, I was hit and gently floated down to the ground in a sitting position. The nurses were almost hysterical seeing me gracefully take my seat on the carpet. A wheelchair was brought and rolled me back to the examine room.

I tried to explain it was normal for me. I tried to reassure them I had dealt with this for 20 years.

Naturally the spell passed as quickly as the onset.

Instead of seeing the doc, I agreed to see Kathy, the nurse practitioner. Nothing new for that to happen, though very rare.

The exam was unremarkable. Kathy did schedule me for a routine C-Scan to screen for cancer, an annual event.

That test will happen Thursday, May 4. Follow-up is set for Thursday, May 18, to go over the scan.

On Friday, May 5, I will be at the local Veterans Administration Clinic for my third and final hepatitis vaccine. Tuesday, May 9, it will be my six-month checkup with my cardiologist.

Such is life.

Today, my priority is to maintain.  

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Hump Day going?

Kernels – Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Hoping for Good Prognosis

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I will be back at Springhill Medical Center this afternoon for my 3-month checkup with Dr. Ajay Deshpande, my lung specialist. I am hopeful my prognosis will be good. Even though I struggle most days with my respiratory issues.

The appointment is for 2:30 p.m. I have never, however, got in to see the doc at my appointed time. As a rule I wait at least an hour before being taken back to an examine room. Then it is usually another 15 to 30 minutes before the doc makes his entry.

This means, unless I can really get a move on today, that Kernels From the Cornfield, will be published late today.

Check out yesterday’s edition: 

Kernels – Monday, April 24, 2017

While you are at it, also catch up with the Alterverse:

Politics Roundup: April 17 – 23, 2017

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Tuesday going?

Last Week in April

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Today begins the final week of April, 2017. At times I did not think this week would ever arrive. For a 30-day period, this set of weeks seem to have dragged on forever.

At least as this last week begins, the sun is shining brightly. The skies are a stunning azure. The threat of rain is off in the distance.

The battle with my body, for the moment, is enjoying a ceasefire. How long that will last is anyone’s guess.

Tomorrow I have my 3-month check up with my pulmonologist to look forward to getting out of the way. I am hoping for another good report.

Don’t forget to check out all the shenanigans from last week’s Alterverse with Politics Roundup, which is now out.

Politics Roundup: April 17 – 23, 2017

Going to take advantage of the ceasefire to try and get some things done today. Hoping it does not start the firefight back in earnest again.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Monday going?

Sunday Golden Text: Tomorrow

Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.                                                                                                              – Proverbs 27:1

And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:          – Hebrews 9:27

Tiresome

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Tiresome is the best adjective to use about how this day has already begun. This in spite of not being awaken by Chooey until 15 minutes before 9 this morning.

The rainy weather does not help. The damp only adds to the weariness and creating an atmosphere which is tiresome.

As I struggle with my own body, the respiratory concerns, I am left drained. I am worn out. I am tired.

As I said, tiresome is the best descriptive for a weekend day like this.

Such is life.

Yes, I know I tend to use that phrase ad nauseum. But it is simply accepting the reality.

Such is life.

One must adapt and move on in the realness of the moment. That is life.

So it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Saturday going?

Check out:

Kernels – Friday, April 21, 2017

Gray Friday

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The grayness of the day out in the Cornfield is matching the gray inside Mark’s Den on this Friday.

I started Thursday off a bit rough, but it began moving toward the sunny side of life. Then the rains came.

While calm and no water falling from the sky at the moment, rain remains a threat. This does not bode well for my respiratory challenges.

Such is life.

I cannot believe it is still another week and a half until payday. This month seems to be taking forever.

Treading water today and through the weekend will be my priority.

That’s the way it is.

And how is your end to the work week going?

Struggle to Rise

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Trying to get out of bed this morning was a bit of a struggle. I could not wake up and move to make my way to the living room.

Is it due to the depression that plagues me?

Is it the fight with my own body as I wrestle to breathe and function?

Perhaps it is the thunderstorms which have now moved into the Cornfield.

No matter the root cause, the fact remains that it was a struggle to rise.

The rain, which is now falling, will continue off and on, violent at times, from now through the weekend. Not making a healthy environment for my respiratory concerns.

Such is life.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Thursday going?

#ThrowBackThursday photo:

Dad (Grandpa Ivy) with grandsons: Phil Jr., Jeremy and Kev 1993

Sitting on the Hump

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Made it!

Yep, made the slog and climb to the top of the Hump. Looking down to the weekend in the valley ahead.

Storms are threatening to make the descent tricky at best. But for the moment I am relishing the view as I sit here breathing a tad easier than in recent days.

Last night I dozed off into reflection of other times and places.

My mind went back almost 40 years ago when a woman I had been dating for a short while said something which has haunted me all these years.

After I had told her I could not return the feelings that she expressed for me, she looked at me, piercing my soul with her eyes. A few seconds passed before she spoke.

In quiet, measured tones she said, “The day will come when you are ready for love. You will look around and find there is no one to love and no one to love you back.”

Those words have come back time and time again. Now as I sit here, those words seem more real than ever.

Such is life.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Wednesday going?

I Goofed

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That’s what I get from not checking my calendar before I posted.

I relied instead on my famed memory, which is usually quite reliable. This time it failed me.

I posted yesterday that I had my three-month check-up with my pulmonologist. That was in error. My visit to the doc is not until next Tuesday.

Perhaps that is a good thing.

Last night I turned in shortly after 11 p.m. For me that is at least an hour early. Rising time did not come until nearly 10 a.m. today. I am still not fully in charge of my faculties.

Not sure what is going on with me.

What I do know is that I am fighting with my body – yes, I know what else is new – to keep from picking up the phone and dialing 9-1-1.

Rush time as I try to post, then prepare my daily recap of the headlines and current events – Kernels From the Cornfield.

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Tuesday going?

Politics Roundup: April 10 – 16, 2017