Good morning. I bring you greetings from my world to yours and just in case you haven't noticed, it is constantly changing, even as I write today's edition on this
Tuesday, January 28, 2020. One of the onset features of my current age and status in life is how easy it is for me to instantaneously go into nap mode. I always admired my grandfather for being able to almost without notice take a quick nap. He could be sitting up straight, leaning on something, or he might just lay himself down on the floor, but, within seconds he could be lights out. Observers tell me I have this same proclivity. However, of late, they are seeing a new development. They believe my breathing patterns have changed and are now concerned based on what they see and hear that I may have a sleep apnea issue. I do not have the classic symptoms, other than I have noticed that I am waking up with a dry throat and mouth more often and that could be a related issue. They observe me snoring away and then a sudden stop to be followed by a gasp and recovery to begin snoring again. I still feel rested when I wake up in the mornings, but, I suppose it is something I should have checked. I am sure most know the huge hit song, This Ole House by Stuart Hamblen was a metaphor about the deterioration of our mortal bodies. It pretty well describes the progression I'm talking about.
This old house once knew my children
This old house once knew my wife
This old house was home and comfort
As we fought the storms of life
This old house once rang with laughter
This old house heard many shouts
Now it trembles in the darkness
When the lightning walks about
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend no window pane
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
This old house is gettin' shaky
This old house is gettin' old
This old house lets in the rain
This old house lets the cold
On my knees are gettin' chilly
But I feel no fear or pain
'Cause I see an angel peepin'
Through the broken windowpane
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend no window pane
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
This old house is gettin' shaky
This old house is gettin' old
This old house lets in the rain
This old house lets in the cold
On his knees, he's gettin' chilly
But he feels no fear or pain
'Cause he sees an angel peepin'
Through a broken window pane
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend no window pain
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
I'm getting ready to meet the saints
This old house is afraid of thunder
This old house is afraid of storms
This old house just blows and trembles
When the night cames after dawn
This old house is getting fragile
This old house is in need of paint
Just like me it's starting to die
I'm getting ready to meet the saints
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend no window pain
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
I'm getting ready to meet the saints
Maybe they can give me another pill. I did see a list of medications that are prescribed for sleep apnea related symptoms. I could just add it to the mix. I'm currently swallowing 9 at night and 5 in the morning. Out of the 14 I take each day, 5 of them are prescribed over the counter pills. Like I say, at this point in time, adding a few more is no big deal. It wasn't always that way. Back in the day, up and until around age 55 I hesitated to take any medications at all. I can remember me bragging on myself for not needing any. One trip to the doctor changed that narrative forever and ever,
Amen. That was the one where I went in to have my injured shoulder checked, the doctor said it was time for a general physical, and suddenly I come out as a confirmed diabetic. That's when I had to make shelf space available for the medical cocktail of drugs to deal with the diabetes from a treatment and a preventative approach. An example would be how diabetics typically are inclined to develop other issues like high blood pressure, therefore, a pill was added for that, and for the other, and, oh yeah, that too. It sure did away with all of my braggings about never having to take medicines. Reality has a way of humbling us all. In time. The bottom line for me is how thankful I am there are ways to deal with the medical issues I have. And, yes, I would caution anyone not to be thumping their chest too much because that can change in a heartbeat. Pun intended.
Don't take today's reflections as complaints. That's not my intention. It's more or less a status update on why I am thankful to still be able to get up and go and to find myself able to do what I can do. That is the provision of Almighty God. Yep. The doctors, the pills, and all of the above. Should I end up having to wear one of those Astronaut masks, well, so be it. I hear they make some good wind sounds. That added to the two fans we use year-round should pretty much knock out most other sounds, except for Mr. Bentley who has his sleeping quarters kennel pretty close to where I sleep. He lets me know when he is ready to get up and go. That's typically between 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. each morning. He has turned into a pretty consistent little alarm clock. That pretty well meshes with my schedule anyway. Again, while I can hold my own if the subject turns to aches, pains, and aging, I cannot get over how God has blessed. That's my story and for now, until memory loss changes it, I am going to stick with it. Have a great rest of the day and may God add His blessings
. Amen. ...More later.
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