There is a temporary reprieve from recent calamities. Of course, I still don’t know the end result.
Shakespeare said it best. “To be, or not to be, that is the question…“
Ongoing Letter - Allan's Place
Allan's journal to the world. (Sounds important, doesn't it?)
Everybody wants to talk about their health. And here’s where it all happens.
There is a temporary reprieve from recent calamities. Of course, I still don’t know the end result.
Shakespeare said it best. “To be, or not to be, that is the question…“
What a crap weekend.
Floyd had a stroke. He woke up Saturday morning (Feb. 22, 2026) and made coffee. I sat down at the kitchen table and told him my plans for the day. He stammered and couldn’t get any words out – just mumbling and buzzing sounds.
I asked if he would be alright. He said he would. I should not have left for work, but I did.
I called him at home later. He said he wouldn’t be coming in as he was light-headed and had trouble thinking. I told him I’d call 911, and he agreed.
I met the paramedics at home. They did an assessment and found he likely had a stroke. They took him to the hospital where he had tests and found that he had a mini-stroke. He later rested at home.
The next day, today, he looks fine – no drooped face, no confusion, nearly normal speech. I’ll keep an eye on him. He’ll see the doctor soon.
I was fed up. I averaged 3 hours of sleep per night and have been dopey during the day because of overuse of mirtazapine.
Two weeks ago I had an online appointment with Dr. Ovwasa to refill a zolpidem prescription. He said I was way too early and that it should last 90 days. It was 89 days since my last refill. He denied me. We had a long, somewhat agitated discussion. He didn’t budge, saying I had to wait until Feb. 24 2026.
After many nights of lack of sleep and not yet asleep at 3am, I looked at the box label date – 05-Nov-2025.
It’s more than 6 months in, and my cough is finally subsiding.
My doctor said that he found nothing in my x-rays, and the breathing test showed nothing unusual. It’s just a cough.
Nonetheless, I’m still surrounded by particulates at work and, thus, coughing.
I’ve had some kind of flu bug. It’s been hanging on for 3 weeks.
I’m in Cardston for students but don’t want to be. I’d rather be sitting on a recliner with a heating pad at my back.
I’ve got a problem. My stomach, since the poison-by-lemons incident in Korea, has been ill-tempered. The slightest thing can upset it, and I experience bloating, rumbling (that distracts and amuses one student in particular), and gas.
So I came across this article.
How to Stop – And Prevent – Bloating
I thought, “Oh, I might find some of this article helpful” … until it started talking about my menstruation cycle.
Well crap. I guess this article isn’t for me.
Still sick. (a week of sick) I’m stick hacking up crap. It’s hard to fall asleep at night with a constant instinct to cough. I suppose subjecting myself to 1403 isn’t healthy, but the respirator helps.
Been sick the past week. I cancelled all my classes on Thursday and limped through the rest. I’ve been coughing up all kinds of nastiness and went through dozens of tissues. I think I’m finally on the mend, but I’ve still a long way to go.
It all started last week when I pushed onward, tearing up plaster and lath boards in the upper suite at 1403. The dust that had accumulated over the past 115 years was something fierce. But … to catch a cold from that?
I’ve since bought another (replacement) respirator, a 3M this time, with new filters. I hope this will help next time I muster up enough courage to get back in there.
I’ve breathed in too much dust while renovating a rental house – plaster dust, airborne debris from scraping up flooring, and general dirt-dust that had seeped in through the walls over the past 113 years. I had to leave before sundown as my sinuses were so sore.
In the shower this evening, I used NeilMed, a nasal wash, to clean things out. It certainly helped. But still, at 8:00pm, my sinuses are sore and I’m coughing.
Floyd complained about a “sore hip” for the past 10 or more days. It prevented him from helping me at the rental houses. This morning, We called 611 (Health Link, they call it) and had a pleasant but not very helpful conversation with a nurse.