— I’ve been having blood pressure issues for awhile (henceforth shall be called “the pressures”). In the last year I’ve been trying to eat better and experimented with fasting. (Mostly brought about by my part of the world coming to a halt on March 13th 2020 and I then began preparing for a possible apocalypse) This year I took up walking to help as well. It seemed the better shape I got in, the worse I was feeling. Due to this, I’ve been taking a break from a lot of things and concentrating on getting the pressures sorted out. About 2 weeks ago I was having a particularly bad day with the pressures. Many times, instead of using writing to get all the extra words out of my head, I’ll write to relax. If nothing else, it helps to focus on something other than my heart rate registering on a seismograph. I wrote the following when the pressures and heart rate were soaring. It helped divert my attention and stay calm till they came down. Find something in your life that helps you keep pace, from top to bottom. As of now, I like to walk and I like to write and I’m only decent at one of them. Tomorrow is either another day or it isn’t, but you get to decide what you do up until that point.
If you have a fear of words used in the uncorrect way, holes, being treated by doctors, new technology, sarcasm, hidden messages, blatant truth, blatanter lies, an almost complete disregard for memory, and possible authority figures, then please continue doing what you choose to do of your own free will. Now read the following as well and enjoy. Do it because I told you to.—
There is a very good reason for my recent absence. I have been online the last several weeks but I haven’t contributed to any of your lives with my posts or divine enlightenment which is unusual for me. I know a lot of you have missed me quite a great deal and I’m sorry. I do realize how difficult it must have been to hide how you felt. The most telling fact was how everyone suffered through their pain by completely ignoring the fact I hadn’t been posting. They way that none of you mentioned it at all must have taken a great collective effort which is very admirable and I’m extremely grateful for that. I too, love you all equally. I can sometimes be guilty of bottling all of my pain away as well. I’m simply amazed how every single one of you continued to go about your usual business, synced up and worked together with thousands of others to make sure no one broke down and called out for me. It was quite the lift in spirits I needed.
10 months ago (around April 2020) I started having issues with the pressures. Although at the time, I wasn’t aware that’s what the problem was. Last year I lost 30lbs and so I figured those weird feelings was just my body getting used to not being pulled down by gravity so much. Of course I immediately checked to see if I’d gotten any taller. I hadn’t, so I’m slowly beginning to rule that out. I still check once a week in the middle of the night when no ones round just to make sure.
After a phone call with Verizon back in April of 2020 when they cut my cell phone off due to a 120.00 mystery balance, 3 days after I paid the bill, I began to wonder if it wasn’t stress instead. In my recent years I don’t typically react to stress. I used most of that ability up in my thirties. Most of those fuses were burnt out long ago so it’s out of character for me now. So I took some time to really think about it. I needed to find out what was causing this pressure in my chest and up into my neck. So I went on a fact finding mission. I scoured the top sites for unadulterated information. Where the buck stops and the truth hurts. I’m of course talking about social media. Facebook, TikTok, YouTube and any others I could find. That’s when I realized some real hard facts. The real truth that has been hidden from me, from us, since the beginning. (The beginning of what I can’t remember right now.) It had to be the 5G that was getting me. At this juncture, I could see no other option.
So for a month or so I began testing how I felt when I was close to a cell tower vs being far away. It was, however, always hard to know if being close to a cell tower made me worse. There I would be next to a tower trying to see if the tightness in my throat and chest was increasing and this ridiculous commotion would always break out. I’d look down and there’d be all these officials and police with bullhorns yelling at me, “get down from there or we’ll have to shoot you down again.” I’d just grin knowing that I now know that they know now that I now know what was up. I’m pretty slick that way and hard to fool more than a dozen times in a row. I mean it’s obvious I was on to something they were trying to keep secret or they wouldn’t have been acting that way. They were fighting hard to keep me from the truth. I found additional proof when afterwords I would pass out NDA’s but no one would ever sign them. They’d just threaten to let the rookies practice using their tasers on me if I didn’t leave immediately. Yeah, I know, an obvious sign of a coverup. I minded my P’s and “Q’s” from then on I’ll tell ya.
So me, my tightened throat, the sporadic pressure in chest and odd heart located flutters just plowed ahead until they were no longer as sporadic. When they became a regular thing, I figured I had to see the doctor. (take a deep breath before continuing) I would’ve gone long before now but due to several life hiccups, only one teeny tiny bad life decision on my part, a few soul vampires and time wasters and not being able to get anyone to take me to a socialist regime where health care is free, I chose to simply wait till it got better on its own. Like a real man. When that didn’t work I finally decided to go see a doctor because my wife made me.
Fast forward to a week ago, Mr. Doctor subscribed a new medication and said to start trying it at once. As soon as I began taking this new medicine subscription, I began receiving calls from a Mr. Reaper about my extended warranty possibly ending. I have an iPhone so I blocked him easily. (Having an iPhone has nothing to do with the story, I just wanted to let everyone know I have one.) I called Mr. Doctor and asked him if one of the side effects of the nice new medicine he prescribed me was seeing a big bright light in the sky. I explained that It was located at the end of a dark vortexy looking tunnel with what appeared to be Mr Reaper riding a horse that seriously needed some sun. He replied with, “Ha ha ha my boy. Heavens no. Let me change that right up for you sport.” Ok, well I didn’t actually hear him say that but I could hear it implied in the medical assistants dry response to me. I let it go because I figured she was just one of the hordes of adoring fans that was attempting to suppress how much they love and miss me. FYI, thats what you have to get used to here at the top. I let her know that while I hadn’t been making witty and wisdomous posts, I had been writing and collecting my thoughts to share very soon. She acknowledged me by saying, “ok, well if you have any problems with this medicine just wait until your next appointment to tell us or ask for someone other than me.” I smiled and let her lack of acknowledgment pass because it must be difficult to be star struck.
I’m now on a new medicine and it seems to be much better. Instead of being able to count my heart rate by the vibrations in my shadow, I’m just dizzy. I’m able to get back to my daily walking regimen so that’s nice. I try to get in at least 2-3 miles a day. If they close down the doughnut shop then I’ll probably start walking even farther. That depends on where the next closest doughnut shop is though. I’m not sure what tomorrow brings but I know I will appreciate all of it more than the rest of you. I know this because I am secretly building a bunker and tunnel system under our town. I’m leaning towards calling my underground city, Morlock.
If I’ve learned anything from social media and life, it’s that we have to argue as much as possible. From what I gather, this is the most efficient way to make the world a better place. The only way to get someone to see a different side to things is to openly mock and call them names. If that fails then you invite them to meet you in a parking lot where you will trade broken knuckles for knots on your head until the police arrive and take you to time out. Time out is where those pavement lessons really sink in and real changes are made in the psyche. Unless you don’t believe in the police and then I see some fighting them as well. I may have some of this wrong but I’ve never actually witnessed those lessons in person. I’ve always remained in my own business but it has to work or people wouldn’t continue to do it. I strive to learn from hardships and life even though I know that is the incorrect way to become better. That’s why I do what I do. I watch others behavior so hopefully soon I’ll soon be able to think less and act on emotions that will wildly and blindly lead me towards nirvana.
I want to bring smiles and much more intelligenter lines of thoughts and ways of looking at the problems of the common people. Now I must go and do my best to add salt to the the earth, bring horses to water, punch my way out of paper bags and other such things that are smart or at least sound that way. But first I’m gonna go for a walk because I hear that is a pretty healthy thing to do. Plus, I got an alert that the donuts are hot and fresh. If you want to join me, let me know. No pressure.