I believe the B12 crack attack hit me at 5:00 PM. I got some groceries, shampooed every carpet in the house, washed the floors, wash walls, washed and folded four loads of laundry, washed dishes...all in 3. 5 hours and it continued the next day where I walked to the hardware store and home, walked to the post office and home, and walked to the Dollah Gentral and home, walked to the General Store and home (three times), planted flowers, cleaned up the yard, did some minor repairs, some more spring cleaning, washed sheets, and fixed meals, got Bug's Easter basket ready, worked out, went to town twice, mopped the mud room, gave dogs grooming, dusted, and still continued until 10:00 PM when I went to bed.
It's Easter Sunday!
I feel alive! What have I been missing?
Perhaps I was just plodding forward all this time and so used to feeling like crappo that I didn't know what 25 was like until now. Woohoo!
It made me think that the last year I was training rookies would have been much different if I had not felt so exhausted and run down. I attributed it to the process of selling the River War Haus, working as a copper, and closing down the landscaping business, selling all my machinery. I nodded off at times and felt my training really lacked pizazz as during the time of Wheels and Squirrel. The later rookies really got ripped off. I was more irritated with their mistakes instead of having oodles of patience. Never did I think of it as any type of deficiency. Nor would I have mentioned it to my physician.
Had my new doc not given me the Home Alone questionnaire, made me log every minute of every day including food and activities, and done the extensive blood work...I may have continued on as I was making little progress. I guess I owe it all to my eye doctor who started the whole process.
Speaking of which, I still have no answers to my failing eyesight. In Target, I was trying to read the instructions on a bottle of cleaner and no matter how near or far I was...I could not see it. It was just a blur of words. I was increasingly frustrated to the point that tears formed. I had to leave the store. I sat in my car wondering if it was just me or the container packaging. Here is a challenge for you. Go to the store, get a bottle of this and read the back. If it doesn't bother you or you can read it loud and clear, then I know it is just me.
Something strange I have noticed is I am drinking more and more water and less and less tea and coffee. That is not normal. The doc told me green tea and coffee (black) were good for me. Actually, so did my respiratory doc who said coffee helps asthmatics because is it a bronchodilator. Bam! Gotta love those beans. Today...I had three rocket fuel cups. Add that to my crack attack and I might drive myself crazy,
After our Easter Sunday brunch, I hope to get to the range and test some ammo. Next week, I will also take some ammo from Ammoman.com to trap shooting. It has to beat those Busch Light reloads I was given. Perhaps my crack attacks will help me at the games. Have to give the old guys a run for their money so they don't kick me out of the club. LOL.
Christ has risen! He has risen indeed!