I felt great last Friday until I didn't. I was on the road to Mule Town on 840 when a sudden feeling of dizziness came over me. Perhaps I was dehydrated. Or maybe I was dying. I just knew I was halfway to where I was going and I didn't want to turn around. I had to concentrate. If I could just get to where I was bound the dizziness would go away. I cranked the AC up. I drank my soda and ate the crumbly Pop Tart I had stowed in the console just in case I got hungry. Figured if I got my blood sugar up normalcy would return.
I arrived in Mule Town in one piece so I hit Variety Records. I came out with a bunch of Jimmy Martin records, a Stanley Brothers one, and a couple of private pressed random bluegrass records. I also picked up the Brains record I didn't have which was cool. I talked to the guy working the counter about Van Halen....picking up a conversation we'd had since the last time I was in there almost 2 years ago...and some other customer started telling us how he hated David Lee Roth. He informed us "David was a clown. The band got good after Sammy Hagar joined. He could really sing." Oh, it was all I could do to not lay into such an obvious idiot. But I still felt dizzy.
I walked around the square and visited the local bookstore. I got a book on the disappearing Appalachia in Tennessee. I actually do live in a county that is considered part of Appalachia so I guess I'm an honorary mountain man. The ongoing destruction by developers in Tennessee is running rampant. Better look around today because by tomorrow that field will be filled with houses. I really need a wealthy benefactor to bestow upon me a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
I made it back home from Mule Town by cutting my trip into segments. The dizziness persisted. I eventually came to a completely non-medical self diagnosis that I have a sinus infection. It's either that or I'm dying. My money is on the sinusitis. It's still making me feel wonky 5 days later and that's par for the course with these things or so the AI overlords tell me. It should be 8-10 days to get over this junk. I've been blessed to able to work from home. However if I've not better by Monday I suppose I will have to see one of the pharmaceutical salesmen once known as doctors. That is really the greatest peril in growing old. Falling into the lap of entities that don't wish to get you better, but just to keep you just sick enough to have to keep seeing them. That's as much a nightmare for me these days as is all of the onceler developers hellbent on creating the slums of tomorrow. Peace out. More posts with cool stuff will come again eventually.
