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And, the Doctor Said and Senior Easter Egg Hunt

 

Brown eggs from my chickens that I dyed years ago with color tablets and vinegar. Fancy laid some of these eggs.


I dragged myself to the doctor. I have no uti and cannot figure why I have so much exhaustion, malaise, lack of caring...lol. He suggested it could be allergies. I think he is correct even though I absolutely have no symptoms. My blood pressure was extremely low, O high, and pulse low. 

This happened once before long ago, about 45 years ago. I went to doctor and we decided it was allergies. The malaise went on about 3 weeks and for no reason. It was orange juice I drank every morning. It seems sometimes I can have citrus but not in the spring when other allergies are worse for me. 

Doctor said this is a really bad allergy season, worst than usual. He had no suggestions. So, I need to take allergy meds and figure out what I am eating is helping me feel so awful. He said malaise was playing prominently in the symptoms of others. 

Since I only slept 3 hours last night, I can imagine lack of sleep is part of the problem right now. We are expecting bad weather until about 2 am, so I will be up anyway. Well, I won't give in to the tiredness. 

I was going to move things on the porch, but already the wind is too bad for me to try to rescue things that might blow away. 

I won't be going to the Senior Easter Egg Hunt in Cullman. One of those spry elderly people who is overly  competitive might knock me over. I don't know how I would handle a walker and a reacher/grabber at the same time. There is one old guy who is really short who comes to me with a huge smile and tries to flirt by poking me in the arm and really hurting me. I would hate to have him arrested at an Easter Egg Hunt. He won't listen to me and tells me he is not hurting me and hits my arm again. I am fed up with letting it go and giving in to his male ego and privilege. 

We might watch children hunt eggs in the park. 

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