Reaching for Toothpicks

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Between the weather changes and medications, lethargy nearing narcolepsy has become my new BFF.
In particular the problem is the Lorazepam. Although I am only taking half of a .5 pill, the effect is having to fight to keep my eyes open. That is why I am reaching for the toothpicks.
Such is life.
But I am not the only one suffering. Both Mom and Susie are being impacted by the weather as well.
We are becoming blind leading the blind.
Did you see Chooey‘s post about the new neighbor?

New Kid in Town

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Hump Day going?
Of all the positions of employment in my life, being a newspaper reporter was the one I loved best.

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I am Mark Ivy, a born and bred Hoosier. I am father to two wonderful sons, Dave and Kev, of whom I am very proud; two terrific daughters-in-law, Anna and Hailey; three beautiful granddaughters, Dylan, Alaina and Amelia. On May 9, 2017, my lung specialist hit me with the news I had maybe six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis described below, ran its normal course. I am now on hospice at home. Content and ready to cross over the river to the other side. On September 2, 2014, I was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection, discovered by a biopsy of my larynx. The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years I lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed with a non-specific bacterial infection which left my right lung a "dried up sponge" and non-functioning. I was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals. The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years. I suffer from chronic Horton's Syndrome. The effects vary widely causing various problems. Statistically, Horton's affects only 0.1% of the population. Major depression also attacks me regularly.