Day: October 9, 2025

**WARNING GRAPHIC TMI ABOUT TO OCCUR IN YOUR FIELD OF VISION.

Taking NyQuil is like giving myself a colonic. Just vile stuff making its way out of me. Like dirty radiator water. Puddles of farm stall mud dribbling away like some mad man’s disease ridden hour glass. If it didn’t work so well at getting me to sleep through the night it would be several steps too far as far as medicine is concerned. I’m leaking like a Taco Bell meat gun dispenser over here. Feels like a gas bubble & a pebble have lodged themselves on top of the Push button for the garbage shoot of the human body, but I ain’t got no trash to go out anymore capiche? It’s all gone. Leave me alone. You’re flogging a dead horse here baby! Golly gee whiz mister IBS/Crohn’s Disease sure don’t sound like fun. No siree bob. Add in some tenderness from bloating, and a nose that’s running like a faucet and you’ve got yourself a case of Con-Crud, or public event illness where sick kids passed you by sneezing, coughing and being biological weapons of intestinal destruction. In a round about sort of way that is. No biggy. Just down four pounds today as a result… Yikes!

Oh boy! Was it ever tense, but the boys in blue have secured for themselves a trip to the ALCS! This hasn’t happened since 2015, and I was very sick with EB, and stuck in the isolation wing of our local hospital for eight days. I think they thought I had SARS, or MERS or some sort of COVID-19 type thing from out of China. The CDC people asked me about 100 times if I’d traveled to China, or had been with anybody who had. I had a sinus infection that depleted my immune system and I picked up EB from a walk in clinic visit. It was an ugly nine weeks, plus recovery time. But… He gets around to saying finally, on my last night in the hospital I was allowed to wander into the third floor patient lounge (alone) to watch the final game where we lost to the Kansas City Royals in game five. A tragedy. Perhaps we can remedy that this year with a trip to the World series! We haven’t won since the 92-93 back to backs. Could have done a three-peat but the league had a lock out, and the team disbanded several key components of the winning group. Shame that.

While I do currently have a sore throat, and the early sneezing stages of a cold, I am healthy enough to enjoy the ALCS from the comfort of my own home. The Blues get a couple of days rest as the deciding game for their opponent runs on Friday evening. Next week is going to be a tense one! I had such a tough time falling asleep after the win last night, even with the NyQuil coursing through my veins like a ten tonne truck. The adrenaline was counter acting the cold meds mightily.

Cold morning, with frost on the ground and only 3°C here. I wasn’t convinced I was going to split any wood today, but I eventually came around to it. I did another 90 minutes though I started later after fixing my wife’s tire, and taking a longer walking route through the pumpkin patch with the dog. Now that the bean portion of the field is done I don’t feel bad with the dog & I traipsing through the field standing on stuff. Tell you the truth, now I feel as though I want to take a nap. I’m exhausted. And hungry. But mainly tired. These ball games go so late into the night. Bye-bye Yankee Doodle dandies.