From September 21, 2023: I tried to post this last night but I’ve been so exhausted & dizzy, with a headache & the feeling like I’m going to lose my lunch, that I tried to just sleep. My mouth trembled with that loose feeling as if it’s getting ready to help my system expel the contents of my stomach, regardless of whether it’s full or not.

I was late for my IV. I’d been chatting with a friend in the morning & at 3:44pm I gripped about my unproductive day by finally not answering her last comment at 12:38pm about maybe having a bite to eat together after my IV with, “I've got nothing done 💔 bleh trying to get grociers now but supposed to be at hospital in 15 m.” I got to the hospital around 4:40pm, & fell asleep during the first IV. The nurse said she had trouble waking me. I told her how I’d been feeling & she said if I was still feeling that way I should head to the ER.

During the second IV, I started sobbing, tears streaming down the sides of my head into my hair, as I lay in a hospital chair that was fully reclined. The nurse was taken aback to find me crying. All I could muster was how sorry I was. They ended up putting me in a wheelchair & took me to my car. The nurse said to sit a bit till I felt well enough to drive. I guess she forgot about the dizziness & exhaustion I’d mentioned earlier.

I lumbered up into my car & basically passed out, sleeping in the drivers seat for over an hour. I woke to 2 or 3 missed calls from my Mum, & several texts from my friend. My last text to her had been sent before I passed out in my car, a long lament about how lonely I’d been, & the recollection of part of a dream I’d had that morning where my mind had created an alternative reality about how I had gotten engaged to my ex a decade ago at the time our relationship was ending in reality. My friend had asked if I wanted to talk on the phone about it, but that terrified me & I simply said “It's ok. I'm in my car now I dunno. Feel so exhausted and still crying .” I then followed it up with “I’m so stupid.” I But stopped at typing, “I fucking hate myself so much.” Instead, I passed out again.

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August 30, 2023: I’ve been hanging low lately. As a result, my days now are filled with sleeping, watching random proclivities recommended to me by YouTube, & driving to & from the hospital for the IV antibiotic & wound therapy treatments which I’ve been getting everyday now since I took myself to the ER on August 14. I’m on a schedule now where I’m to receive these treatments daily until the end of September.

On August 18, I remember breaking down in tears, my whole body shaking in the blue hospital recliner patients sit in during treatments for infections. My voice cracked as I hit myself, loudly declaring what a fucking nightmare of a human being I was, & that I’d been so stupid not to take my health more seriously. And the words of mg Mom echoed in my head, as she’d warn me this could happen if I didn’t look after my feet more carefully than I had been.

You see, the doctor examining my right foot declared that my toe would need amputation within seconds of looking at it. “Look at it, it’s all mush,” she said of the wound to the nurse, prodding at it with some metal tweezers. She wasn’t wrong, my right toe had been a horror to observe for weeks now. Plump & purple from swelling, which also continued from the base of my ankle up into the middle of my lower leg. My nail already looked frightening due to a bad ingrown hangnail I had earlier this year, eventually leading to bleeding that got in under my nail, eventually turning to black.

The head of the unit was alerted to my cries, & did her best to comfort me, telling me it was okay & that they’d do all they could to continue treating the wound.

Since August 14, I’ve been trying to eat better again & following the intermittent fasting & almost keto regimen I adopted upon being released from hospital following my stroke. I’ve watched videos on healing wounds, & added several supplements to help heal the wound and prevent swelling. But I can’t exercise. Or do much work. The doctor I saw on August 23 said to stay off my feet as much as possible, & even said they’d get me a special shoe to help me keep pressure off of the foot so the wound would stop bleeding.

I feel so alone.

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“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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From November 1, 2023: I’ve felt so #broken again lately, both #emotionally & #physically, & frankly, it’s beyond #embarrassing crying on here about my #persistent #personal #failures.

Today was the 80th day of my intravenous #antibiotics therapy. Sadly, I still have a few more weeks of this. The antibiotics really drain my system, leaving me #lethargic & unproductive by the time I get to my Mom’s place, where I’ve been staying since I had my #stroke.

I’ve messed up my #ArtHistory course. I didn’t tell the professor what’s been happening with my health, primarily because when I had done so in the past it was deemed to be #oversharing & #inappropriate. Since then, I’ve done my best to not miss this teacher’s classes & to get my work in.

But I did miss the first class, & I had hoped not to miss another. Stupidly, I did miss the October 11 class as on the 10th I got my COVID-19 booster #shot, as well as my annual flu vaccination. Those shots, combined with the ongoing antibiotics therapy, knocked me out hard. I remember I developed a fever, & sleeping all day. When I went for my IV, I remember describing how horrible I felt to the nurses & considered going to the ER. Actually, one of the nurses took me back to my car in a wheelchair & I ended up sleeping in my car for an hour or two before heading back to my Mom’s. In hindsight, I should not have even driven.

On October 17, I saw that the professor had emailed me, saying they had contacted the early alert team at @kwantlenu (who I never heard back from), & strongly recommended I drop the class.

I went to the next class, & the professor told me to see them in the hallway after asking me why I was there. They firmly talked to me like a strict parent talks to a child. They were tired of my games & if I was going to stay in the course, I had to leave now to work on & hand in an incomplete assignment by the end of the day. I worked hard on it, but as the midnight hour approached I found myself giving up as I was only halfway through the questions. Very early the next morning, they emailed me saying they were failing me in the course, leaving me feeling so useless for not handling things better with them.

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September 20, 2023: I’m so exhausted today. I haven’t had a chance to pick up my two week supply of medicine and probably won’t get time to do it till tomorrow. Yesterday was spent mainly at the hospital as a wound care specialist treated my feet, using special tools like good old fashioned scalpels to cut and scrape away the dead skin and a few calluses on my toes and feet. When she treated my right foot I could see it still bleeds, but she said that’s a good thing as it means the tissues are still being fed by the body. Still healing. One toe had signs of fungus growing and they are going to get me on a cream and medication to treat that starting today or tomorrow. I guess they’re giving me another prescription so it’ll be tomorrow as I don’t go into the hospital till after my class, which I didn’t finish my readings for. So I’m behind but somehow I’ll catch up with it this week. I wanted to get up early and finish it but slept through a dozen alarms I’d set on my iPhone and my Fitbit watch. Fun.

I don’t know if I should take my Tylenol 3. My foots in pain again, but that medication sometimes makes me sleepy and given that I’m already tired as fuck, I figure I shouldn’t take it till tonight. I’m guessing I only have about 10 days left or the daily antibiotic IV regiment left which would be nice to stop to get a bit of my days back. But even last week when they measured my swelling, it showed signs there is still some infection in my system. But it’s healing. The wound specialist gave me a prescription that allowed me to get a second offloading shoe yesterday, so both my feet have them now. The other foot has always been better but pressure on it was still making the smaller wound slower at healing, and she said I probably should have had both feet in offloading shoes from the beginning.

Okay. Time to get up. It’s moments like these when my body is physically wrecked and I fall behind with some of my responsibilities that I just want to stay in bed all day but I have too much to do to fall into that trap again.

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September 27, 2023: Six more weeks.

That’s how much longer my wound & IV antibiotics therapy will continue at Peace Arch Hospital after the doctor examined my feet today. I’m also supposed to stay off my feet as much as possible which isn’t easy with everything I need to get done.

My wounds are healing, but the doctor could still feel the bone through my left foot, which was the larger wound, so the treatments would have to continue less an infection come back which would result in the possibility of my losing at least my big toe on my right side.

So this will make life interesting. Part of me is worried, and a little scared. But another big part of me is relieved the doctor doesn’t want to hack it off.

I decided to make this joiner collage while the IV dripped antibiotic and other fluids into me. I listened to a bit of an art history video I’ve been watching, part of a short Udemy course on Contemporary Art I’ve been working through. I’ve been taking notes on my website’s online journal and would like to finish that soon.

Right now, I’m sitting in my car as the rain patters down on my roof and windshield. Before my appointment today I changed in a hospital bathroom, out of a long pair of jeans into some jean shorts as they’ve also been treating some scars on my legs. Now I’m going to head back to Mum’s to have dinner and probably turn in early tonight. The antibiotics can make me drowsy, but thankfully I haven’t felt as dizzy as I was for a few days last week. Haven’t felt the desire to throw up.

I want to exercise some more. I found this exercise app I have from when I had my stroke has a whole bunch of exercises I can do seated in a chair, so I am going to do those as they won’t require me to put pressure on my feet. If the doctor had said they were healed more than they are, I’d have started up walking the 5-10km walks on October 1. So now the goal for that is November 1.

Wish me luck.

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September 23, 2023: I’ve thought a lot about actor Billy Miller, who passed away on Friday, September 15, just two days before his 44th birthday. Initially, there was no indication made in the official statement by the family regarding his cause of death, but it did say that Miller had long been struggling with manic depression.

A few days ago, a second statement was released, this time by Miller's mother, Patricia. I saw it online last night & it revealed that his death was due to suicide following his battle with bipolar depression. Specifically, she described how:

"He fought a long hard valiant battle with bipolar depression for years. He did everything he could to control the disease. He loved his family, his friends, & his fans but in the end the disease won the fight & he surrendered his life."

I didn’t know Miller had suffered.

I did know him from his work on @YoungAndRestlessCBS where he portrayed the character of Billy Abbot from 2008-2014. I had watched the show in the 1990s, as it was on while my Mum made dinner at 5pm every afternoon but I fell away from watching it for over a decade until I came down with pneumonia in the summer of 2010. Miller was a standout, & so many of the stories written for his character allowed him to explore such a wide range of experiences & emotions - including depression after the loss of the character’s oldest daughter. It was impossible not to feel the pain his character was going through because of his powerhouse performance.

He left the show in 2014 & I did my best to follow his career although I never watched him when he became a part of the soap General Hospital.

I sobbed last night when I read his Mother describe how he had lost his battle to manic depression. I think about my own battle with anxiety & major depression & how close I’ve been to losing it all. I just wish it was easier to talk about mental health, in a serious but empathic manner. I still reflect on the few weeks I spent in hospital following my own suicide attempt back in 2021, two years ago this week. It feels like I’ve made some progress but also like I’ve made absolutely none.

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“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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What will you do today to empower your life?

This quote is taken from my book "Empowering Thoughts". 280 pages of thoughts to empower your life. Available worldwide now from your favourite online bookstores. Learn more at the link below.

Wishing you a beautiful and empowered day,

James Cole

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#Antidepressant #Anxiety #Anxietyawareness #Anxietyproblems #Anxietyrelief #Depressed #Depression #Depressionawareness #Easternmedicine #Emotionalhealing #Empoweringmeditations #EmpoweringThoughts #Healing #Health #Healwithin #Holistichealth #Innerhealing #JamesCole #Medicine #Meditation #Mentalhealth #Mentalhealthawareness #Mentalhealthmatters #Mentalhealthquotes #Mentalhealthrecovery #Mindbodysoul #Mindfulness #Spiritualawakening #Wellbeing #Westernmedicine

“Master, why do people take so much medicine when they feel down?”

“Because child, they have not realised they have the power to meditate and heal within them. Instead, they would rather pay for external poisons in the guise of cures than converse with their inner world.”

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What will you do today to empower your life?

This quote is taken from my book "Empowering Thoughts". 280 pages of thoughts to empower your life. Available worldwide now from your favourite online bookstores. Learn more at the link below.

Wishing you a beautiful and empowered day,

James Cole

empoweringmeditations.com/book

#Antidepressant #Anxiety #Anxietyawareness #Anxietyproblems #Anxietyrelief #Depressed #Depression #Depressionawareness #Easternmedicine #Emotionalhealing #Empoweringmeditations #EmpoweringThoughts #Healing #Health #Healwithin #Holistichealth #Innerhealing #JamesCole #Medicine #Meditation #Mentalhealth #Mentalhealthawareness #Mentalhealthmatters #Mentalhealthquotes #Mentalhealthrecovery #Mindbodysoul #Mindfulness #Spiritualawakening #Wellbeing #Westernmedicine

August 15, 2023: I haven’t posted too regularly here but on July 9 I was doing yard work and ended up hosing down several windows and the front porch at my Mom’s. I remember looking down at my feet cushioned in sandals that were soaking wet, to find the skin on my big toes had peeled away. My feet had been very dry as I hadn’t been applying any moisturizer, but needless to say it was concerning.

Since then my left foot has been healing a lot faster but my right foot hasn’t been, in spite of soaking them every other day in an antiseptic and Epson salt rinse, applying extra strength @polysporin and bandaging them up as best I can. But in the last few days I’ve had excruciating pain in the nerves running down my lower right leg, and into the heal of my foot. My Mum was giving me a Tylenol 3 to help me push through but has wanted me to get things checked for awhile now. My doctor is away and the walk in clinic I go to, where my previous doctor works at was booked into next week. So I came to Peace Arch Hospital.

I’ve been here for an hour now. I’m thirsty. My foot aches. The doctor and nurse who checked me in were concerned if my right foot is infected, the infection may have moved into the bones. They also said I should have come in sooner given I’m diabetic. But the one toe on my left foot has been healing well, and I thought the other would catch up with time. I hate coming into the hospital, but the pain is making it hard to sleep, and get work done around my Mom’s house. I thought maybe I was getting a fever last night too, I couldn’t take my temperature as I don’t know where it is… but they took it when I was admitted and he didn’t say I had a fever so maybe that’s passed. They took blood, so we’ll see how bad my blood sugar is, I’ve been having too many baked goods and colas again lately so I suspect it will be high. They also did an ECG and when I was checked in they said he’ll let the doctor decide on whether any x-rays or other imaging was needed. So we’ll see.

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The state of my legs. I have this stupid habit of picking at them, not letting them heal - although since getting sick Thursday with the fever, cough, headaches, and body pain I’ve stopped doing that and used Iodine to dry the wounds, and trying to keep feet moisturizer on the feet too. If my fever is still high tomorrow I’m thinking of going to the hospital.

My right arm is also bad as I’ve picked at where I had IV and needle holes from antibiotics therapy I had last year as well as from when I had blood drawn.

I want to feel better. But so exhausted. Can’t concentrate on anything which is feeding my anxious depression. I wrote my teachers just now. Have one more to reach out to. I’ll email my doctor maybe tonight in case I sleep all day. Mum and I had some horrible yelling matches yesterday cause I am not getting anything done. She was sick too and I think I caught this from her… she says she still got work done when she was sick, which is true, but I can’t lie it feeds my own negativity about myself. I hate when we fight. It breaks my heart.

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August 16, 2023: Today, I feel like absolute death, but I can’t fall asleep. I want to write more, but I have absolutely no energy.

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Everyday now for the last week, the bandages on my feet are changed by the wound therapy nurses at Peace Arch Hospital. And even when wrapped, the blood from the wounds on my left big toe eventually seeps through the bandages & whatever sock I’m wearing. It dries up into a dark, brownish, burgundy colour. An infectious disease expert examined my feet today, finding that the wounds have opened on the top and bottom of my big toe, wide enough that the bone is showing. The blood flow to my feet is strong however, which he says will aid in the healing process. He prescribed six weeks of daily IV antibiotics & wound care therapy.

I’m trying to stay positive. But I feel lost. I’m limited in what I can do, I’m not supposed to put pressure on my feet. On Friday they will hook me up to a PICC-Line (a peripherally inserted central catheter), which the @mayoclinic website describes as being “…a long, thin tube that’s inserted through a vein in your arm & passed through to the larger veins near your heart… It’s generally used to give medications or liquid nutrition. A PICC line can help avoid the pain of frequent needle sticks & reduce the risk of irritation to the smaller veins in your arms.” I’m not sure how I feel about this. No heavy lifting. More housework & yard-work will go undone.

I slept a lot on Wednesday. The antibiotics combined with Tylenol 3 is knocking me out. It’s a repeat of last year all over again. It leaves me feeling so defeated. I want to binge but I’m trying my best not to. I want to cry but crying just embarrasses me. Makes me feel ashamed. Makes me feel weak.

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From September 25, 2023: the last set of photos from my walk at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

Well not COVID, but likely the flu given the sudden onset of symptoms on Thursday. Fever at 102.2. Haven’t been able to sleep so took nighttime @neocitrancanada and had green tea. Body aches like crazy. Head pounding and coughing is awful. So much to do.

I’m feeling so exhausted with this.

I’m parking about two blocks away from the hospital now, in South Surrey, on some side streets that form pathways through a maze of fenced off city blocks. Behind these large steel blue barriers sit lots where older homes had sat for decades. There footprints are barely visible, as all that’s left are the grass, shrubs, and trees that landscaped each lot. It feels a little desolate, and a large development proposal sign sits in front of one of the fences, promising 12-16 story buildings with shops and almost 500 apartment units. With the number of homes that are coming, it makes me wonder why the hospital across the street didn’t get a larger ER built when it was expanded in the last few years.

I’m doing this as I can’t afford to park at the hospital anymore. It can cost anywhere between $3.20 to $10 or more per day, depending on where I’m able to park. @cityofwhiterock street parking is slightly cheaper than the lots adjacent to each side of the hospital, and both are monitored regularly.

The walk wouldn’t be so bad if I was going for regular physio for my stroke, or to appointments for group therapy or counselling - but with my foot injury, it’s putting undo stress on the toes and when I get home, and slip off my shoes, I have been finding large pockets of blood which have soaked into the front of my white socks. I’m going to need offloading footwear again - another cost I can’t afford right now. The pain in my toe is sharp, and it runs through my foot and up my leg. I try to limit the Tylenol 3 to one a day, but often I find I supplement it with extra strength nighttime Tylenol to help knock me out. But it’s not working at night. The foggy insomnia seems to have become an immutable part of my life.

I feel so behind with things again.

I feel so ashamed. So stupid. So angry. So alone.

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From September 25, 2023: more informational signage, artwork, and graffiti stickers found at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

Today has been super hard for me. A dull persistent throbbing has sat in the bones of my lower left leg, bleeding down into my foot and the toe that fell apart earlier this month. Two Tylenol 3 tablets haven’t done much to ease the pain either, although I managed to sleep most of the day. I hate feeling so useless, so tired, unable to concentrate, unable to function like a normal human being.

My right arm has been stiff, a reminder of how I woke up around 10pm with my upper body and right leg feeling as though they were all asleep. One year since I had my stroke that my doctor said should have ended me. One year ago since snow blanketed Metro Vancouver. One year ago since I thought it couldn’t be a stroke, so I stayed home hoping I’d wake up feeling better.

I walked through the world today, step by step, on the verge of breaking into a mournful sobbing, complete with tears sweating down my face from my broken eyes. Before going into the Hillcrest Bakery, the peace Arch Hospital, and then Save-On Foods, I had to sit in my Pathfinder to settle myself into a foggy haze, a state of being that might save me from breaking down.

I felt so alone in those moments, I felt so alone today, so sad, today. I devoured two oatmeal cookies as a result, and a lot of water. But I resisted the urge to crack open any soda pop. I miss holding someone close. I miss feeling soft, warm lips gently pressed against my forehead to tell me it’s all going to be okay.

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Even higher… taken right now.

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From September 25, 2023: more informational signage, artwork, and graffiti stickers found at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

Monday. I arrived at the hospital at just after 5pm, to a packed emergency room. It took a good twenty minutes to get checked in, and when I got upstairs the nurse who greeted me sternly scolded me with “you’re late.” She then proceeded to inform me that they might not be able to even treat me as the nurse assigned to treat me had now left for the day. She ended by telling me, “Go sit at the end of the hall and we’ll see what we can do.”

My heart sunk, and I wanted to just head downstairs, and let the ER provide me with my antibiotics, as that’s the procedure laid out on the door of the wound therapy wing: in short, if you miss your IV during therapy hours, proceed to the ER. I didn’t care if I’d end up waiting the rest of the night. But a few minutes later, the same nurse came and hooked me up to receive my antibiotics. And then, a second nurse came to hook my IV up to the fluids they administer once the antibiotics are in me.

I should’ve arrived earlier. There was no excuse not to. They have me at five on Monday to accommodate a course I’m in on Monday afternoon, but it’s one I’ve not been to in weeks because these antibiotics knock me out. I sleep so much, and in spite of this I still wake up exhausted. I feel so ashamed as it was a course I wanted to take so bad: Indigenous Art History. I’ve also fallen behind in a creative writing course I have on Thursday mornings. It’s last fall and last spring all over again: another term lost. With each semester that slips away, so too does my hope of ever completing my Bachelor of Fine Arts, which I had hoped to pair with a minor in Creative Writing.

I feel so broken inside. On the weekend I saw posts online featuring artists and writers giving talks, they all have MFAs which seem to be the bare minimum standard required to succeed in the arts. The monkey in my mind laughs at my failure, and glares at me with utter disgust whenever I find the courage to look at myself in the mirror.

I hate being alone. I hate being broke surrounded by stuff that should have helped me succeed. Wasted opportunities on a useless life, and I have no one to blame but myself. I have to own this.

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From September 25, 2023: After abandoning a walk through the Burns Bog Conservation Park, due to the paths being flooded, we went for a walk at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

These are a few photographs of some of tve interpretive signage that lined the paths I walked along. I like photographing these kind of informational signs so I can read them later on, especially at locations in other countries I might not make it back to.

I finally got to the PEACE ARCH HOSPITAL at just after 5am to a completely empty ER waiting area. I wrote up a summary of the last week with photos showing the worsening of my feet and particularly my right big toe. Also spoke to everything else that’s been going on - why I have been picking at my scars for example, and why my depression has been making me binge eat junk food. And drinking copious amounts of juice the last few days to deal with my flu. Stupidest move ever maybe.

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From September 25, 2023: more informational signage, artwork, and graffiti stickers found at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

From September 25, 2023: more informational signage, artwork, and graffiti stickers found at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

From September 25, 2023: more informational signage, artwork, and graffiti stickers found at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

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From September 18, 2023: Delta Watershed Park walk.

From September 18, 2023: Delta Watershed Park walk.

From September 18, 2023: Delta Watershed Park walk.

It’s my third day of my latest round of antibiotics IV therapy. Incredible pain in my lower left leg. I can’t have the sugars anymore: I cheated way too much in December. It’s going to kill me. I also need to keep them moisturized properly.

Fever seems to have broken, at most it’s been 101 last night, but today in the 99-100 range. I’m thinking that two days of Tylenol 3s have helped with that. Cough is still persistent though, even started hacking during my IV. The nurse overseeing my IV was empathetic, as she had the flu in December for a good 2-3 weeks: the coughing was the worst she said.

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From September 18, 2023: Delta Watershed Park walk.

From September 25, 2023: the last set of photos from my walk at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.

From September 18, 2023: Delta Watershed Park walk.

From September 25, 2023: more photos from a walk at the Musqueam Winter Village Trail & St Mungo Interpretive Site (which is underneath and next to the south side of the Alex Fraser Bridge, in Delta, British Columbia, Canada.