SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO IS WASTE TIME
It drives me batty, but since I need to have 5 bars on my brain to write with it, there are many times when we are in a holding pattern.
This year, at our community’s Bizarre Bazaar, we acquired furniture, and this is the armchair I selected from what was available (otherwise we would have had to go shopping) when the rocker/recliner we bought back in 1986 when we acquired our first child had decided not to stay put in the reclining position, and I got tired of watching TV with my arms over my head to keep my center of gravity far enough back to stay lying down.
We paid the princely sum of $85, and had it delivered to the apartment, and plunked in front of the TV.
We knew from examining it in the days before the bazaar that it had an electric control in the pocket, but nothing else.
Hidden treasures at the bazaar
We didn’t know we were acquiring a Golden Maxicomfort Power Lift & Recline Chair, retail value new at almost two grand.
It had been very gently used, almost not used at all. No signs of wear.
I picked it because, in the cramped display out in the front courtyard, it was comfortable. And that was all we could tell.
The spousal unit, after figuring out we had something different, went online and snagged the manual (the electrical engineering certification for the owner is only a suggestion).
It comes with TWO – count ’em – power blocks and two controls. The silly thing has BATTERY BACKUP – in case you have a power failure while seated, the battery has just enough charge to lift you ONCE.
It will do any position from horizontal with your feet higher than your heart to gently standing you up to get you out of the chair.
Never in my wildest dreams would I go out and spend that much money on a chair for myself.
This is the kind of chair the children buy for dear old dad.
It has a Zero Gravity-like position – everything gently supported.
It has what they call a Trendelenburg position, with your feet higher than your head and heart, and which stretches your lumbar region.
If I’m uncomfortable, I push a button and shift position a bit.
One of these days I need to get me a decent DESK chair, as I spend most of my days sitting at the computer, trying to write something.
But meanwhile, you can imagine me stretched out for a couple of hours in the evenings watching The Handmaid’s Tale or Mom or Humans.
Still fiddling with the dosage of the low-dose naltrexone, and waiting for the brain fog to clear.
And managed to get several doctor appointments successfully navigated (but leaving the house for them is one of the reasons I have no energy for writing fiction), plus show Maggie off at the U. California Davis hospital in Sacramento (NOT Davis), to admiring glances from medical personnel. They have VERY long corridors in that hospital, and it would have been an even more exhausting morning had I had to navigate them with a walker.
So that’s it.
I’m at the writing position, internet blocked, several hours EVERY day, and some times we make a bit of progress, but the bars haven’t been there much.
It’s temporary, I’m sure, or I’d be panicked. I have this feeling that when the meds settle in there will be a big burst of productivity. So I’m hanging in there for now.
Even the tone of this post feels as if there were a damper on the brain.
Oh, and some totally unknown person bought a paper copy of Pride’s Children PURGATORY, which always surprises me.
Hope they will leave a review some day so I find out who it is.
I do love the interior formatting of the paper version – because the ebook is limited to fonts the reader can manipulate easily. Check it out in the Look Inside feature at Amazon.
And pray. I’m soldiering on with this LDN experiment, but it’s not guaranteed to clear the brain fog. I will probably have to get super strict with the low-carb diet. And stop slipping up.