I have encountered some health issues which I obviously do not deserve. I am two years older than Shakespeare when he died. He was more clever and useful to people than me; for some reason, I am still kicking around. Writing could be my therapy. I doubt I can do more than amuse those that know me.
I had a tooth extracted in May. The process took an hour and
ten minutes. I had some stitches and was told not to eat solids. A few weeks
later, a family issue had me flying to Vancouver. This probably was not a
great idea. So, how am I going to start this picaresque? Well, I ordered pizza
in Vancouver, which was salty. I was back on solids. I heard something pop and
a musical sound in my ear, like the finale of a song that needed to be ended.
Then I couldn’t open my mouth for a month. The dentist told me I needed to
brush my teeth. The problem was I couldn’t open my mouth.
The day things changed was a Thursday in late September. I
went for a run. The first minute into the run, I felt like shit. I ran for another 29 minutes. When I finished, the experience was new. I was
sweating from every place in my body. Sweat was showering out of my wrists.
I already had been dealing with some issues. I could not sit in the evenings; I
would get a pain in my lower back. I would say “Funny, I can sit down in the
morning to teach. I am fine when I am taking orders and cleaning in the
afternoon. Why does this only start setting in the late evening when I am
cooking in my restaurant?”
The Thursday I went down, I found I could not walk up or
down the stairs. It was around ten. Shufang said she would wrap stuff up. I went
home. I have to teach eight to 12 on Fridays. So, I got up at around six and
walked to the fridge to get some water. Then I realized I could not even walk
back to bed. I was thinking I could call a taxi to go to work. I could not walk
back from the fridge. How was I going to get across campus?
I could not work. Shufang and Natalie took care of it. At this point, I could not walk at all. I had a trick. I put a pillow in the small of my back and rocked up. The momentum got me to the bedroom bathroom door. By Saturday, I realized I was in a lot of pain and things were not healing. I called Shufang, and she got an ambulance. The medics told me they could get me out of bed. I still had the pillow trick and got up. When I was in the hospital, they wanted to X-ray my stomach. They wheeled me in. Then I was told to transfer to the X-ray bed. This took me took me a long time. I had to roll over to my stomach and shimmy. The doctor told me there was nothing the matter with me. I went home in an ambulance.
In short, my dad said I should stop working. My wife says the same things.
I want to do to. Is it possible?
Can one suddenly stop working?
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