The weather has finally warmed up. It went from being in the low 30’s at night to the 70’s and it’s supposed to get to 96 freaking degrees here Sunday.
I’m thinking it must be a combination of the warm weather and the FOUR new medications I am having to take now, along with NEW AND INCREASED DOSAGES!, that caused me to feel dehydrated all day yesterday.
It was so bad that for once I was actually drinking…..
Water.
Not something I usually do. I know what fish do in that stuff, know what I mean?
Anyway, so I’m drinking water.
Lots of it.
I came home and started drinking more water.
I finally got over feeling dehydrated but still finished the bottle I had opened anyway, just about a half an hour before I went to bed.
Any guesses as to what happened after that?
Anyone?
Bueller?
Yes, that’s right, nature did it’s thing and I wound up getting up four times in two and a half hours to go take a leak.
So now it’s like two thirty in the morning and I finally drift off pretty good. I get up at five.
Danged if I know what time it was because I was asleep but I started having this weird dream.
Nightmare actually.
I still shudder just typing this.
I dreamed that Joe Biden and his wife showed up at our place and I had to be nice to them because they were guests.
Except it wasn’t Jill Biden that showed up, it was Nancy Pelosi as FJB’s wife.
Next thing I know, old Joe and Nancy are digging through all my stuff.
In the bedroom, in the closet, pretty soon we were out in the garage and they were poking their noses into everything and just throwing shit over their shoulder. For some reason I had to stand there and let them do all this because I had to be nice because they were house guests.
That ugly bitch Nancy kept turning around and asking me questions about my stuff and she was like two inches from my face and I could smell Vodka and Old People.
I kept gagging but had to be nice.
Pretty soon they are done digging around in my stuff and we are all sitting in the living room and that’s when I woke up.
I was so freaked out that I sat up and swung my feet over the edge onto the floor and just sat there for a few minutes trying to get that out of my brain. Eventually I laid back down and went to sleep but it felt like it had only been five minutes and my alarm went off.
Lemme tell ya, it was a very long day today.
Flushing toxins and electrolytes out of your system can do that to you.
My worst nightmare was not getting to a fire with my gas can before the fire department got there. God, I hated that job!
Yep, Phil, yer gotta quit taking them drugs! Seriously, keep a log of your nightmares, you may be able to tie it down as a side-effect to new medication.
If so, ask your doctor or chemist(pharmacist) about reducing the dose, or changing the time that you take it so it’s not affecting your health or lifestyle.
Also, in your next such nightmare, I suggest that you dream up some weaponry. They can’t arrest you for pleasant dreams, yet.
Gah, Nancy Pelosi, shudder. I bet that Deathray would have been wakened by wet sheets!
That’s not a dream, that’s a nightmare. Glad you woke up
And, it was a BAD one !!
This is gonna sound strange, but is there a pickle brand that you like? If so, then save the pickle juice and keep it in the refrigerator. Take a couple pulls off of that, maybe even a full glass, and it will restore your electrolytes and make you feel less dehydrated.
And, of course, have a pickle or two.
If the pickle juice is too strong, you can cut it with the dreaded water.
Beats any of the gatorade type drinks hands down.
The best part? People have been drinking basically this for thousands of years. Gladiators used to drink vinegar and water, also known as posca, maybe with some honey. Sekanjabin is the Persian version.
There are days when things just seem off internally. And I’ll wander to the refrigerator and guzzle some pickle juice. Usually takes about 4 minutes and suddenly everything is much better.
It’s one of those things. You have to sit and think about not what’s wrong but what seems like it would taste good. No matter how wrong it sounds. Want mustard? Crave mustard (vinegar with seasonings,) and do a couple lines on a piece of bread. Listen to your body. It knows what it wants.
shudda used good Genever gin to hydrate; you used water I bet
Water…. Yeah, I can’t stand the stuff myself.. unless it’s like filtered through coffee grounds and such. And the resultant micturating…. especially at night, very inconvenient.
As to the nightmare? I dare say more like a HALLUCINATION. Possibly induced by the meds… maybe not but I’m sorry you had to go through it.
As to temps….. Well… it is once again _unusually_ warm here in SW FlawDUH… so mid nineties ALL WEEK… JOY!
Hope you’re feeling better, SIR!
Sounds like your new career is a horror writer once you admit you can’t move around like you used to. Turn that short into 100 pages and it’ll sell like hotcakes in conservative circles!
What a horrible nightmare! I can’t imagine FJB and that old hag roaming around my house.
Remember for the next time: You NEVER have to be nice. That is just a lie society tells us. Time to be real and kick them the f out of your house!
ahh, come on Mr Phil. . . . . . Joe was just trying to get a sniff of yer drawers . . . . & Nancy has to hots for ya!!! 🙂
Check out the side effects of the meds you’re taking here: https://www.drugs.com/sfx/
When on diuretics your doctor should monitor your blood potassium levels. Some of the diuretics, like hydrochlorothyazide, deplete potassium which you’ll need a supplement for to compensate.
Low potassium can affect heart rhythm and other muscle contractions. Diuretics can also affect bowel movements. I have personal experience with potassium depletion when on diuretics.
You can compensate for potassium depletion with either a half a ripe banana or half a ripe plantain daily. Plantains have 30% more potassium than bananas. They taste similarly. You can also take an OTC supplement if you can’t stomach bananas or plantains.
I’m not a doctor nor do I play one on TV. I’m just relating my personal experience with diuretics here. YMMV
YDMV – Your Diuretic May Vary
a — Plantains need to be cooked.
I thin slice, then fry covered in a cast-iron skillet with a dab of coconut oil.
Naturally sweet, I season with cinnamon, or pink salt for a savory accompaniment to meats (I quit potatoes decades ago).
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b — re: banana
I suffered from terrible muscle cramps, sometimes both hams cramped with double Charlie Horses.
A workout pal at the gym suggested boiling banana *peels* into a ‘tea’.
Apparently, peels are far more nutritious than the white innerds.
Thank God I had my first 3 cups before I saw that UGLY close-up of the drunken witch. Otherwise I would have flung my tablet across the room.
Worst “dream” I ever had? In a violent car wreck, tumbling off the freeway. Banging/bouncing around inside the car. What a relief to wake up from that one. Was too damn real.
OceanSpray Cran-Raspberry juice, dilute. 1/2 juice, 1/2 water. Will break up the monotony.
Fresh air! But out of direct sunlight. Even a short stroll, will help with sleep later.
Dr. Elmo
I nightmared I was in a skank alley facing punks.
My trigger finger lacked the strength to fire a shot, so I pulled with two hands.
The slug dribbled out the muzzle to land on my bare foot.
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Early next morn, I was at the range.
Changed that programming.
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Remember:
If we know their names — biden, pelosi, newsom, trump — they are puppets.
Behind them, the RulingParasites are anonymous.