Well, my attention has been pretty much occupied by my state of (ill) health these last many weeks. BUT WAIT!!! After consulting with four medical people (my dentist; the specialist endodontist; the urgent care PA; and last my primary nurse practitioner), and receiving the good news from two blood draws and multiple tests (all normal; no lyme's, no thyroid disfunction; no nothin'), and being examined by all, the conclusion is that my malaise has been caused by a more severe than normal - for me - allergy reaction. So I don't have any exotic malady, or any ordinary malady other than my always present in one form or another allergies. That's a relief really. I've never known this kind of fatigue for so long - 6 weeks - before. But the conclusion makes sense to me, and I've been using some antihistamine spray, had an acupuncture treatment and will have a few more before we depart, and will take some Chinese herbs as well. I've already started feeling better, and today I was able to accomplish doing several chores around the homestead, checking items off the to do list.
What remains though is a decision I need to make regarding the infected tooth. Pull it or re-root canal it? OR, maybe, if the particular gods are on my side, have it resolved by way of an essential oil application, the formula for which was put together by Quinn, my acupuncturist. I have a bit more time to make this decision, but not all that much. Nancy thinks I should have it pulled and be done with it, and when we muscle tested me for the two options, root canal was a "no" and pulling was a "yes". Hmmm.
Aside from my aging body requiring more attention lately, we are now on what I hope is the graceful downhill slope leading to our next departure from New Mexico. A few things to do yet, but not all that much, really. Nothing like last year when we were starting from scratch, prepping the house, cleaning up the property, moving all manner of things to town, getting our visas and photos and passports and banking and mail in order. Researching everything. Much of this is simply carry forward from last year now.
The "kids" are settling into their new and current lives in their respective locations on the West coast. They are well and doing well. We can leave them to themselves for the time being and head off again for another while, fully planning to return to the States from our home base in Thailand for at least one if not two visits during our imagined +/- year and a half away. Blessings abound, even in the midst of challenges and inconveniences and bothers and glitches. Living in relentless gratitude.
UPDATE:
My fatigue is back, after 2 or 3 days of relief. Feeling pretty much like shite again. Today in conversation with Nancy I speculated that, as I have entered a realm in which I say I have nothing to accomplish, and so in which I am simply more open to what there is around me, I am perhaps more sensitive to an energy I've always experienced in Santa Fe, which is one of oppression, to put it in a word. This related to the history of New Mexico, the Catholic Church, conquistadores, violence, rape, murder, pillage, slaughter. The patron system of hierarchical political and social organization. I'm feeling an oppressiveness with regard to my energy level, certainly. If I'm willing to extend the meaning of "allergies" to include my body/mind reaction to "what's in the air", then I might say I'm allergic to New Mexico. I do find myself saying "get me the fuck out of here", however one might like to interpret the meaning of that.
TBC
What remains though is a decision I need to make regarding the infected tooth. Pull it or re-root canal it? OR, maybe, if the particular gods are on my side, have it resolved by way of an essential oil application, the formula for which was put together by Quinn, my acupuncturist. I have a bit more time to make this decision, but not all that much. Nancy thinks I should have it pulled and be done with it, and when we muscle tested me for the two options, root canal was a "no" and pulling was a "yes". Hmmm.
Aside from my aging body requiring more attention lately, we are now on what I hope is the graceful downhill slope leading to our next departure from New Mexico. A few things to do yet, but not all that much, really. Nothing like last year when we were starting from scratch, prepping the house, cleaning up the property, moving all manner of things to town, getting our visas and photos and passports and banking and mail in order. Researching everything. Much of this is simply carry forward from last year now.
The "kids" are settling into their new and current lives in their respective locations on the West coast. They are well and doing well. We can leave them to themselves for the time being and head off again for another while, fully planning to return to the States from our home base in Thailand for at least one if not two visits during our imagined +/- year and a half away. Blessings abound, even in the midst of challenges and inconveniences and bothers and glitches. Living in relentless gratitude.
UPDATE:
My fatigue is back, after 2 or 3 days of relief. Feeling pretty much like shite again. Today in conversation with Nancy I speculated that, as I have entered a realm in which I say I have nothing to accomplish, and so in which I am simply more open to what there is around me, I am perhaps more sensitive to an energy I've always experienced in Santa Fe, which is one of oppression, to put it in a word. This related to the history of New Mexico, the Catholic Church, conquistadores, violence, rape, murder, pillage, slaughter. The patron system of hierarchical political and social organization. I'm feeling an oppressiveness with regard to my energy level, certainly. If I'm willing to extend the meaning of "allergies" to include my body/mind reaction to "what's in the air", then I might say I'm allergic to New Mexico. I do find myself saying "get me the fuck out of here", however one might like to interpret the meaning of that.
TBC
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