The end of a typical year for me is a sprint … finishing up work projects, shopping for gifts, preparing to leave town for the holidays, etc. It’s a high-energy month.
The end of this year has been more of a limp. My dad died two weeks ago and was cremated soon after, but his memorial service isn’t until Sunday. My mom was understandably drained at the end of that experience and didn’t want to deal with the arrangements for awhile. The Older Brother had to undergo knee surgery for a torn meniscus (same procedure I had two years ago) the next day and was out of commission for a spell. So two weeks after the fact, there’s no real sense of closure. Maybe Sunday will fix that.
(By the way, my dad told me years ago that when he died, he wanted us to dump his ashes in the water hazard on the 17th hole of the Lincoln Greens golf course — that way he could spend eternity with all this golf balls. I doubt my mom was able to honor that request.)
I took a few days off from work after my dad died, then worked from home for a few days, then went back to the office. Two days after that, I got socked with a head cold/sinus infection/ear infection or whatever the @#$% it is. Haven’t had anything like this one in years. The megadoses of vitamins C and D didn’t work their usual knockout magic. Maybe I was overdue, maybe it was bad luck, or maybe emotional stress weakened my immune system just enough.
I still have the infection, and it’s been seriously zapping my energy. I sleep 10 or so hours per night, then need a nap in the late afternoon. Back in the day, I would have gone to a doctor, who would have prescribed an antibiotic, just in case the infection was bacterial instead of viral. Now that I’ve learned quite a bit about the importance of the gut microbiome, I’m choosing to just wait it out. I don’t want to decimate my gut flora unless absolutely necessary, which means I’ll only take an antibiotic when I’ve got a dangerous bacterial infection.
I’ve tried sit down and write a post or work on the book a few times, but my brain refuses to cooperate – probably because it doesn’t like residing in a head jammed full of gooey stuff. So I’ve been going to work and then coming home and vegetating in front of the TV – after a nap, if need be. I managed to get to the gym once for a workout, then came home and slept for two hours.
So like I said, I’m limping towards New Year’s this year. We’ll attend the memorial service on Sunday (driving to Illinois and back all in one day, since we have dogs, hogs and chickens who need tending), then Chareva’s relatives start arriving on Monday for the holiday. I apologize for the long absence, but I don’t expect to take up active blogging again until after New Year’s.
So to the Christians out there, Merry Christmas. To the Jews, Happy Hanukah. To followers of the Master of Sinanju, Merry Feast of the Pig. And to everyone, Happy New Year.
See you in 2015.
p.s. – Thanks to all of you who posted kind comments about my dad.
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