My eustachian tubes have been frequently plugging up for several months. Loss of much bass, especially on the right side. Intermittent frequency and resonance problems on both sides. Makes me grumpy! Ongoing attempts to deal, including consulting medical professionals and Dr. Google, neti potting, aggressive yawning, breathing steam, cutting back coffee and cannabis, etc. etc.
Had a chalazion grow in my right eyelid, developing from a slight irritation to a 1 cm bump in 10 days. Got it removed Wednesday. They numb the eye area, flip the top eyelid over with a clamp, make an incision and remove the “material”–in this case gooey pussy stuff. Takes about 20 minutes to stop bleeding afterward. My eyelid was quite puffy until yesterday. But much better this morning.
Spending a lot of time reading about and listening to music, especially from the “post punk” era but really all kinds of music. I made a super mega folder of folder of folders of tons of albums and 3rd party playlists in my Spotify account consisting of an extreme variety of music styles in order to create extreme random playlists. Imagine rock, pop, rap, opera, salsa, country, metal, ambient, classical, jazz and an arbitrary number more of other genres and styles all shuffled and chopped into playlists. Many sublime transitions, as well as jarring, and often both. I’m Mr. Random!
I’ve had to cut my FBing time radically. I am even tempted to de-activate my account. Reading my newsfeed makes me feel angry, frustrated, sad, helpless and stressed out, occasionally relieved by a funny cat GIF. Even positive or “inspiring” posts often just serve to irritate me, because often my first reaction is that they’re trite or delusional, even though I know people genuinely are expressing goodhearted feelings. I do grant that there are informational posts from friends that I’m glad to read. But I think I would get the really important stuff regardless of FB. I’ve slowed my posting through growing reluctance to participate, although I occasionally feel the urge to perform, be a little entertaining, or display hipness (if that’s actually possible). And btw I made my Twitter account “protected” or private. My last tweet was weeks ago.
But obviously my blogs and their survival are evidence that I am not a complete anti-internet hermit. I still get a rush from publishing and DJ-ing and posting art and poetry and prose and photos on my blogs. Creative outlets! It’s FB & Twitter’s firehose of output and viral interaction of hundreds of people that has gotten me down. Blogs present a higher threshold and require a greater attention/intention, whether reading or writing them. FB is too easy. Evidently I’m some kind of internet elitist. But nowhere near as elitist as some! It’s all relative, right?
Hey, I’ve been off booze for 14 months. Feels great. And as a bonus, I’ve lost weight and improved my blood sugar and cholesterol numbers, and saved quite a bit of money! I know I’ve said this before but I feel very fortunate that it really just “happened” to me and that it hasn’t been a struggle. I lost the taste for alcohol, and that feels like a cosmic gift not to be taken lightly.