Cylindra Beets picked Tuesday morning

July 29, 2015 - Wednesday
64 degrees/clear/windy
Pentoga Road

The hot and humid weather of the past week seems to have departed ahead of the cold front that marched through last night. Unfortunately, there was no rain so we remain dry.

I walked my five miles first thing yesterday morning and by the time I arrived home, felt as though I'd been run over by a Mack truck. I had a very full feeling in the lower part of my stomach and what I feared turned out to be reality. It was the onset of another diverticulitis attack, an inflammation of one of the sacs in the colon. 

I thought if I ignored it, it would go away, so I picked some beets and took those into town for Mark and Sheri. We talked a bit before I came back home to my recliner where I remained the rest of the day.

I slept most of late Tuesday morning and all afternoon. A fever caused me to suffer from the chills only to be replaced with the sweats. I simply had no energy and any movement caused the pain in my lower abdomen to flare up. 

Two pills remained from last fall's attack and I took one yesterday, another this morning. Nurse Sargie poured clear liquids down my throat when she got home from work and other than having to heed nature's call several times during the night, I slept like a rock.

This morning? The Mack truck appears to be getting smaller in my rearview mirror. I feel much better and am planning on heading into town after while to retrieve the trailer filled with wood. We'll see how I feel once I get home. I'd like to prime the sides of the wood shed today. It's much cooler and the building is in the shade which would make painting comfortable. We'll see.

Meanwhile, it's time for a cup of coffee. I think that qualifies as a clear liquid. If not, tough. How can a person think deep early-morning thoughts without a cup of java?

After all, a man's work is never done.

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