Sick as a dog

I was truly down for the count last night.  I hadn't felt that sick in a long time.  I am not sure what it was about, but after a night of joint pain and chills,  I feel much better today.

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I was having heart palpitations and was getting that checked out.  I had the appoinment to have a cardiac calcium scoring done last week.  Luckily,  I live near the city that has the only machine that can do this in the state.  I went to the cardiologist to go over the results yesterday.  It was all good news.  I have no sign of any coronary artery disease.  All the exercise and healthy living has paid off, I guess. 

After the doctor's visit,  I was going to go down to the boat but was starting to feel a headache coming on and my joints were also achy.  The heat index was well over 100 so I decided to simply come home.  From there, I went to bed and had a rough night.  Whatever the bug was, it has moved on today. 

It is going to be around 110 F heat index today.  I am going to take it easy and not go rushing out to do work outside.  The garden was picked yesterday.  But it is so prolific this year,  there is more to pick every day.  The unrelenting heat should abate a little by the weekend. 

I have been reading in the NA basic text.  It is a no nonsense book that cuts to the chase.  There aren't a lot of florid words.  I thought this passage was right to the point:

Before coming to the Fellowship of NA, we could not manage
our own lives. We could not live and enjoy life as other people
do. We had to have something different and we thought we had
found it in drugs. We placed their use ahead of the welfare of
our families, our wives, husbands, and our children. We had
to have drugs at all costs. We did many people great harm, but
most of all we harmed ourselves. Through our inability to accept
personal responsibilities we were actually creating our own
problems. We seemed to be incapable of facing life on its own
terms.
Most of us realized that in our addiction we were slowly
committing suicide, but addiction is such a cunning enemy of
life that we had lost the power to do anything about it. Many of
us ended up in jail, or sought help through medicine, religion
and psychiatry. None of these methods was sufficient for us.
Our disease always resurfaced or continued to progress until
in desperation, we sought help from each other in Narcotics
Anonymous.
After coming to NA we realized we were sick people. We
suffered from a disease from which there is no known cure. It
can, however, be arrested at some point, and recovery is then
possible.

~~Narcotics Anonymous, Sixth Edition