Saturday April 17, 2004
I haven't figured out the connection between what I eat and how active I am and the ups and downs of my energy levels yet. Today is starting out with even less energy than yesterday, so I won't be going to the festival in Delta today.
My brain doesn't operate well when I am in the trough. It behaves as if it is drunk or drugged, so I limit my time in the Jeep until I feel more alert.
I'll just have to find something else to do with myself in town. Maybe I'll look for a more health-friendly place to live. If I'm supposed to be resting, this isn't the place for it. Unless I was deaf, like the owners of the yappy dogs (one above me, one in the house next to my apartment) seem to be.
Then there's the pre-teen daughter and mother yell fests, laundry machine noise marathons, creaking floors, "hammer tapping on the floor" sounds of the dog upstairs playing with a toy. And people yelling "Enough!" when it has (finally) barked longer than even they can stand. Barking at the dog to stop barking as it were.
Not helpful in my quest for wellness.
I have been considering relocating so I can get access to liver and spine doctors as well as finding a new GP. There are none accepting patients here in Kingston and no specialists will see you unless and until your doctor refers you. Just at the consideration stage right now, mind you. The logistics overwhelm my poor head at the moment.
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