The One Thing They CAN'T Control Will Set Us Free
Never mind the clickbait title! David Icke's just onto some good shit again.
Never mind the clickbait title! David Icke's just onto some good shit again.
My mom had a severe allergic reaction this week.
Or a virus. Or some thyroid gland issue (as she's had before - though with different symptoms if such was the case). Or something we do nae know about, like potential belated covid-related complications?
People do seem to be getting 'em.
Whatever the cause was her tongue started swelling, and she started having trouble swallowing, and she woke me up in the middle of the night, and I called my sister who's a bit more knowledgeable about such things, and she calmed her down, and mom tried sleeping, and the next day it wasn't any better...
I took a sunshine walk and contemplated buying some Antihistamines to potentially ease the swelling, but if it wasn't an allergic reaction that might not be ideal, so I didn't. And mom didn't want to see a doctor, or call a doctor - we have some bad experiences with doctors, or interact with anyone at all really, so the day passed and I was hella tired from the sleep-deprived night prior... and then it got worse.
I finally convinced her to call 'medical advice', as it's called here - a department designated towards answering questions/offering advice regarding medical issues and ailments as such. It's free too.
I called in her place as she had trouble speaking. Described the symptoms, mentioned it'd been like this for two days now but seemed to be getting worse, and that she had trouble speaking and swallowing but no trouble breathing... and they called an ambulance.
The ambulance personnel called.
They asked further questions.
Mom took the phone and was suddenly speaking easier.
Everyone got dressed.
I had an important two-hour SEO meeting with a new business partner by Google Meet in the morning so I figured I'd try to actually get some sleep myself and let the medics hopefully manage this unnatural ailment, but that was easier said than done.
I lay in bed and listened through the floor when they finally arrived.
The doctor took a quick look at mom's tongue and said to his assistant:
Have you ever seen a tongue this big?
They gave her eight Cortisone tablets, and talked a while, explored the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, and seemed calm but also compelling when they recommended we drive in to the emergency ward right away to get this checked thoroughly.
Mouth issues were serious issues, they said.
At first they debated whether they should call an ambulance to pick up mom, but it would take an hour or so for it to reach us - they'd arrived by car themselves, or if we could drive in ourselves.
When they heard there was a young son living at home with this elderly couple the issue was apparently settled.
So around 1 AM I rushed out and started the car, and scraped the car windows free from ice, and we gathered on the cool parking and drove in.
Their car was still waiting outside.
Maybe to make sure we really left.
The roads around 1-2 AM were empty, with only the occasional truck for company, and the sky dark, but the street lights wove through the void.
As a ribbon of life in this unusual vehicular vastness.
I couldn't drive too fast since my parents were along for the ride, but we sped towards the city with reasonable haste - still a bit above the speed limit, and with little hindrance.
It was refreshingly free.
The drive took around forty minutes.
I dropped off my parents by the emergency entrance, parked the car, made my way to the main entrance, and waited there while they did what had to be done.
Apparently they have self-serving kiosks in hospitals now.
If you have Pressbyrån's app you can check into these yourself, and collect whatever edible items you like - say a sandwich and a warm cup of coffee - and then pay to exit the small glass-encased room. I assume.
I pondered eating something, but at this time of night it didn't seem wise.
I called my sister and informed her of the situation, and then sat in a waiting room alcove on the side of an empty and thus all the more visibly pompous hospital hall wondering what I'd do about tomorrow's meeting.
Should I send a message to my boss, and inform him that I might be a little out of focus at our meet, and hope he'd understand? Or ask if the meeting could possibly be postponed, or just suggest the alternative to?
Or would I actually manage alright? Would I sleep at all? Would a cup of strong coffee and a cold shower be enough to wake me properly after this?
My mom's ailment didn't seem as big an issue at that point.
She seemed better already during the car ride home.
The Cortisone tablets were reducing the swelling.
But I had a bit of an epiphany sitting there in the late night waiting room.
On how you'd best not take anything for granted, and appreciate what you have when you have it. On how you'd better live life to the fullest every day, both for you and for others. Because you never know what's next.
Whatever you have might not last. Whatever's next might be the end of it.
Small but sobering moments that remind you what really matters...
Moments later my phone rang. Mom and dad were on their way.
We made our way to the elevator, to the parking garage, to the car, in a strange kind of combined late-night daze and clarity, and drove home under a sky that was starting to brighten, on roads that were at 4 AM now suddenly bustling with life - early birds making their way wherever it was they were going at the dawn of this strange new day.
We got back home around 4:20.
I rushed inside, left my clothes in a pile, drank a glass of water, jumped in bed, made sure my alarm was set for the next day and wondered how ever I'd be able to fall asleep at such odd hours and if this meager amount of sleep would be enough to rest up at all if I managed.
And that's all I remember.
The meeting went alright, though it was later revealed my boss thought I'd been shocked by some of the propositions our business partner brought fourth.
My facial mimicry apparently wasn't always on point, and towards the end of it I reaaally needed a bathroom break. Too much coffee.
But it really is good to get out of your comfort zone occasionally too.
Strengthening moments with those.
And sobering ones, when unexpected things happen to those,
you hold close.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
It's a rainy day today, so I'm sitting inside and thinking about frontflips.
Figured I'd open this with something unexpected. Can't neglect this. Surprise factor. Good to be eclectic. So almost Wyclific. Ecstatic electric. Like a settler in the nexus of Mars... some day maybe gas prices won't plummet and we'll wreck all our cars, and take a trek to the stars instead. They're vexing and large. To eat a Mars bar or bread, to eat tasty or be well-fed? Regal is Seagal level, feel me? Now begone monger it's the monarch. No equal peeps. It's me the Cyberdevil.
Anyway I'm sitting in.
Took a walk in the rain, the sleet and water slippery beneath our feet, and I've a headache, cause the week's been busy. Been late nights and early mornings and I tend to relax and catch up on sleep when it's all over, which unfortunately has such head-related a side-effect sometimes.
I've felt pretty good about those mornings though.
I'm slowly working on better routines. Feeling like the days are stretched out in front of me when I manage, and feeling like I do manage more in the time I have because of it, though it's probably an illusion of will.
The sunlight (or no sun, but light) is seemingly making time progress slower than it really is. When the day's done it's not like I actually had time for more, but I willed myself to do more that was worthwhile, and THAT is the benefit of early mornings.
In regard to the car troubles I mentioned briefly in the last weekly: they're not fixed.
I thought they were for a while.
I got back home and the display turned off, as it should, and I drove in to work last week thinking it was all over, yet halfway through the day the car alarm started blaring, I went out and turned it off and realized the AC panel was on again, so I disconnected the battery... alas it was too late.
Maybe the car alarm was a warning sign. A built in signal of such things occurring; that something was awry.
I had a premonition I might be in trouble at the end of the day, but work hours were still a thing so I just disconnected the cable and went back in and worked the rest of the day and when it was time to leave I connected the battery again aaand the car wouldn't start!
Moments earlier - when I was connecting the cable again - another car had actually momentarily parked right behind mine, and a guy ran and out to fetch something from a neighboring company locale (we're housed in a complex of 'em - offices and accompanying garages/warehouses side by side), and I pondered asking them to stay, or for assistance, but how could I do that before I knew the battery was actually empty?
Just as I started trying to start the car they drove away...
Fortunately another car came by just minutes later, and they had both starter cables and a spare battery in their office, and car problems of their own, and so before I'd had the time to properly panic and lock the car door and go looking for potential help in some adjacent building (lights were off in all nearby offices) rescue came. The engine started fine, I let the car run a few minutes to build up an initial charge, and that was that! I drove off.
Saved by a stranger.
I thanked him greatly but wondered after driving away if I should've maybe offered some form of monetary compensation for the assist too... or is this just something you normally do if you find someone in a similar situation? What's the social; moral norm in such circumstance?
It took a while before the battery really started charging up properly as I drove home this time.
I wonder if the battery's getting weaker.
When we jumpstarted the car at home it seemed energetic right from the start, though maybe the other car battery was better then too, and maybe the car was on a bit longer before I drove away that time, and maybe since it was day the slightly higher outdoor temperature had an effect too.
This time I actually turned off stereo and AC for a while to let all available charge go straight to the battery. The engine seemed a little hesitant, like it might just die down if I didn't step on the gas sufficiently when I geared up.
I wonder if repeated attempts at unsuccessfully starting a car can have some detrimental effects too.
Each time I tried to start the car this time the dash symbols/lights flickered repeatedly - there was still some power - it just wasn't enough.
I've read that with older cars you sometimes need to press the gas a bit as you turn the key, but I assume that might not have anything to do with the battery itself, more so the engine. It didn't work here, at least.
I drove out on an errand yesterday and the problem was still there, so I've booked in an an hour or so of troubleshooting at a local workshop next Thursday.
Plan to check the fuses earlier in the week and see if maybe it could be a simple fix via those. Just disconnect some non-essential component, like for example the AC part of the AC, if that could be the culprit.
No cooling needed in winter, though if the same system regulates heat then that'd be a problem.
There are also quick release connections available for car batteries that you can just clamp on and off after installation.
Why don't all cars come with those? If there's no simple fix to this I'll probably be using a pair of those for the foreseeable future instead.
Or use 'em anyway.
Nothing wrong with being able to easily disconnect the battery should you need to, and they cost just about as much as a proper wrench does.
Anyway that's my week. It's been a decent say so far, and I had a decent sleep... hope to get up a liiittle earlier tomorrow.
And with no headache.
I've done run out of time this week! Seems I'll be missing the planned dosage of weekend reviews, but here's at least a trailer for one I'm very much looking forward to. Stumbled upon at random.
Who knew Foo Fighters were making a movie! Who knew Dave Grohl would come this far! Who knew the legacy of Nirvana would live on not only in itself and grunge forever, but too in this one awesome dude/band who just seems abrim both with benevolence and creativity!
And who seem to have an awesome sense of humor. The trailer has me thinking of Tucker and Dale vs Evil a bit, and if it's anywhere near as good as that...
Can't wait to see this. Be def (as in awesome); see y'all next weekend.
Don’t allow my confidence to offend your insecurity.