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Reset Fifty, Day Fifty-Three
Sep. 3rd, 2024 06:34 amFinishing dinner about dawn seems to have become a thing. It's not a thing I'm happy about, to be sure, but it's a thing I doubt I can do anything about, for now. It will have to run its course, whatever that may be. But despite Monday's dinner being barely down my gullet, there is one thing I'm pleased about this morning; it's only 71 degrees in here. It feels incredibly luxurious, and all the more so because it will so soon be over. There is a heat advisory in effect from Wednesday through Friday, with the worst days being Thursday and Friday, with highs of 106. Today is going to be 100, but night will be going down to 64, so recovery will be possible. Thursday and Friday nights will be in the low seventies, so misery.
For the last few days I've been getting odd sensations, or a lack thereof, in the fingers of my let hand. It started with a tingling, and then growing numbness, in the tip of my left index finger, which appeared to have a tiny cut in it. Then it spread to my middle finger, and then to my thumb. Now I'm getting the same in the same three digits of my right hand, but less intensely. The skin is getting rough and cracked, and its reminding me of a thing I had upwards of twenty years ago, when my hands suddenly became sensitive to detergents and I had to stop washing dishes, and to find new soaps for washing, shampooing and bathing. The symptoms were similar, but not identical, and I don't think this condition has the same cause.
Since I don't want to go traipsing off to a doctor or look anything up on the Idernet, I've decided to simply assume that it is the onset of leprosy. I doubt that Donald Trump will be able to cure it, though I did have a brief fantasy that he was executed and a terrible storm broke out and I got caught in it and the disease was washed away, even though I know that a far more likely consequence of such a storm would be that my apartment would flood and I would be electrocuted while trying to charge my phone. I wish my random fantasies would draw on better movies than Ben Hur.
Anyway, I'm still feeling fairly crappy, and still want to sleep a lot, and that's what I intend to do now before the day gets too hot. I had Guinness with my dawn dinner, and that has me nicely relaxed, though it's bound to make me pee in a couple of hours. I'm used to waking up to pee now, and it's better than the alternative, so I'll just count my blessing. One. That'll do, for now.
For the last few days I've been getting odd sensations, or a lack thereof, in the fingers of my let hand. It started with a tingling, and then growing numbness, in the tip of my left index finger, which appeared to have a tiny cut in it. Then it spread to my middle finger, and then to my thumb. Now I'm getting the same in the same three digits of my right hand, but less intensely. The skin is getting rough and cracked, and its reminding me of a thing I had upwards of twenty years ago, when my hands suddenly became sensitive to detergents and I had to stop washing dishes, and to find new soaps for washing, shampooing and bathing. The symptoms were similar, but not identical, and I don't think this condition has the same cause.
Since I don't want to go traipsing off to a doctor or look anything up on the Idernet, I've decided to simply assume that it is the onset of leprosy. I doubt that Donald Trump will be able to cure it, though I did have a brief fantasy that he was executed and a terrible storm broke out and I got caught in it and the disease was washed away, even though I know that a far more likely consequence of such a storm would be that my apartment would flood and I would be electrocuted while trying to charge my phone. I wish my random fantasies would draw on better movies than Ben Hur.
Anyway, I'm still feeling fairly crappy, and still want to sleep a lot, and that's what I intend to do now before the day gets too hot. I had Guinness with my dawn dinner, and that has me nicely relaxed, though it's bound to make me pee in a couple of hours. I'm used to waking up to pee now, and it's better than the alternative, so I'll just count my blessing. One. That'll do, for now.
