Monday. Well, the dizziness I associated with the new blood pressure regime seems to have left, one hopes forever. Not good, dizziness. The blurb with the prescription said it could last a couple of weeks. It lasted longer. What was it really? The pill or some other ill coming in low and slow below the radar? Is that the wind, my son, or a water buffalo waiting in the bushes? With all this crap, though, the last two days have been reasonably clear headed, the gyroscope working. The sinuses have been quiet except around the edges where they meet the still aching teeth and palate. Not so bad as to drive me up the wall or keep me from sleeping, but still, as I said, better than it's been, diddle-dee-din, and I have no reason to complain on this day before All Hallows Evening.
You end your paragraph of complaints with “no reason to complain”?
I'm writing a description. I sometimes read my old entries, read that I'm up or down and I have no idea really from the reading whether I'm down on the floor bleeding or I'm reading a story about being down on the floor bleeding, some of it fact, maybe, some of it fiction. Whatever I've written is the truth, but how to relate what I'm feeling today with what I was feeling three years ago from what I'd written? One year ago? Six months ago? It's something different, but something worse or something better? I can't tell and I'm not sure you ever can tell unless it is specific: “I became dizzy and fell down and broke my crown and spent six days in bed complaining”. You can't tell how much or how little you ached, but you can compare concrete symptoms like “falling down” and “broken crown” even if you can't compare what you were feeling spending six days in bed complaining. There seems to be a lot of complaining. No broken crowns, though. I could use the bed time.
Wednesday. The head continues to be clear, the energy good, the dizziness associated with the blood pressure stuff not in evidence, the palate and the teeth aching, but otherwise things are going well. Sake, some of which I've just consumed, doesn't seem to help (unfortunately), but I'm thinking I'll crawl into bed early and dream a dreamless sleep, aches and pains aside. What else can you do on a Wednesday, here in Oakland?
Oh, and yes. No trick or treaters Tuesday night. I tossed the candy. Better to have the candy and be ready should anyone come than to not have the candy and have people arrive. Can't offer them sake, although that would solve any problem of parents coming by in the future with their kids. Tossing it out in the trash saves me from eating it. I hesitated, let me tell you. The traditional party in the Castro district ended with nine people getting shot in some kind of end of party altercation, so I patted myself on the back for missing yet another San Francisco tradition.
You've never photographed the Halloween party in the Castro, with or without the aching noggin.
Could it be I'm becoming wiser as I grow older?
Not if you want to take photographs.