Thursday night, I finally got the sushi I’ve been wanting. I ordered about $70 worth for my family after hearing my favorite place was finally doing curbside service.
One of the rolls, which is usually lightly glazed with spicy sauce, was soaked. Oh well, I figured and enjoyed this tuna delight. About two hours later, I was paying the price as my acid reflux started.
I’ve had acid reflux for about 15 years. It usually only happens at night, but whatever is in that spicy sauce got it started early. I take meds for it, but the only sure way to fight it is to lose weight. I’ve gained about 15 pounds during the pandemic. I’ve crossed that line, which is right around 200 pounds, where I neither snore nor get acid reflux. Hopefully I can drop this weight in the next month or two that my wife and her delicious dessert making ways are back to work. I just have no will power.
That night was horrible. I slept in a chair in the living room because the moment I got anywhere near horizontal, the acid started throwing itself into my throat, and for those that don’t have acid reflux, it really burns. It’s like a sore throat somebody extinguished a cigarette on. Between the pain, and watching the protests and riots, I got very little sleep.
Anyway, on Friday morning I had to bring my son for a job interview and as I was sitting in the car, I could feel my stomach getting worse, but I tried to ignore it. I figured a lot of it was just that I had no breakfast and was exhausted. I had to pick up my dad at the airport around noon because he’d visited my brother in Los Angeles along with my mom (who stayed in LA). They were there about three weeks for the birth of my niece, but I think my dad was getting stir crazy not being able to leave the house out there. I also think playing with my two-year-old nephew is exhausting.
I was hoping that the job interview would be quick so I could catch an hour’s nap and reset myself, but it didn’t happen. My son and I went to the airport in Portland, about 45 minutes away from home and picked him up. On the ride home, my stomach was doing all kinds of flips and flops, but I tried to ignore it as it only got worse. Just after we dropped him off, my son asked if we could go to McDonald’s. Somehow that triggered me.
I started dry-heaving and thankfully stopped quickly, since I was behind the wheel. I told my son there would be no McDonald’s and he said he understood. I fought and fought the remaining five minutes on my way home to not get sick. As we pulled into the driveway, we could see the Amazon fairy had been by.
“I’ll get the packages and you just run to the bathroom,” my son said.
I opened the door to the Jeep, stepped outside and had the most violent vomiting into my driveway in years. I think the last time I got that sick was when I was drinking. My son just stood there and said things like, “Oh my God!” and “Holy shit, that’s a lot of vomit!”
I got inside and finished my businesses at the foot of the porcelain God. I was wiped out, so I finally went to sleep and was out for about six hours, until around 7 p.m.
I hadn’t hydrated and still had a sore stomach, so when I woke up, I had a pretty good headache. I sipped on water and started to watch CNN.
While I improved over the weekend, the vomiting, dehydration, headaches and general soreness stuck with me so I took it easer than expected, watching CNN all weekend. I hate politics, but I’m interested in history, like the COVID virus until it got political. It was impossible to turn my eyes away this weekend.
I’m not going to pretend to understand the plight of the black person in America, especially because I come from the second whitest state in the country. There are some major prejudices of black people in my small city, but I think that’s as much because they are immigrants recently resettled to the United States. People around here are bigots on multiple levels.
With all of the coverage I watched, I was left with some thoughts. I’d put them in bullet form, bust still haven’t figure out how with this stupid new WordPress editor:
Why do we just accept the “rogue cop” or “bad apple” in the bunch? I’ve heard this excuse for years. Why don’t we have systems in place to remove these officers from their jobs? The dude who kneeled on George Floyd’s neck had 18 complaints. He should not be on the streets. He either has a desk job pushing paper, making no real decisions, or he has no job at all. The same goes with teachers, doctors, politicians, etc. We need a better system in place for the removal of people who have the public trust and betray it.
The best thing I heard all weekend was that we can’t just “not be racist.” We have to be “anti-racist.” We have to call it out where we see it. I don’t think anybody would ever call me racist, but I also don’t think I’ve done enough to be anti-racist. I was proud that when I was running that local magazine for several years that we made it a priority to cover the immigrant population and we also used models of different ethnicities in our photo shoots, but aside from that, I haven’t really done anything proactive except raise my kids the right way. I think moving forward we all have to work at being anti-racist more than just not racist.
We live in a world where those in power just don’t realize that the younger generation films everything. Look at YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, etc. If you think that you can get away with lying about what happened, think again, because there’s always a camera on you. I won’t go into every instance this has been proven in the last month, but you need to assume you’re being filmed and not lie about it when called out.
There’s something that viscerally really angers me about looting. Maybe I’m crazy, but I almost understand lighting a fire because you’re so mad at something happening, or breaking a window because you can’t contain your emotion. The moment you walk through that window and start stealing purses and sneakers, I no longer understand you. You’ve gone from a frustrated person to an opportunist. You’ve gone from a demonstrator to a thief. I wish CNN would have grabbed one of these people and got an interview. I would have like to hear that justification.
The leaders in this country exist mainly on a local level. I learned this from being there personally as a city councilor, I learned it from more than 20 years as a journalist and I had it confirmed this weekend yet again. Most people who aspire to national office are so disconnected from normal people they allegedly represent, that when something like the George Floyd event happens and then the fallout comes after, they don’t know what to do. Nobody has told them what to think or what to say. Democrat or Republican, I only heard from a couple of our federal leaders this weekend. These demonstrations, both peaceful and violent, were taking place coast-to-coast, but nobody tried to bring us together. That’s something that really needs to change. We don’t need more division.
On Sunday, I tried to get some work done outside that I missed from being ill, but the temperatures have dropped back from the mid-80s into the high 50s, with a lot of wind, so it’s not comfortable out there. My pool is open, but at this rate, it’s going to be July before we ever get in it.
I was glad to see Monday come. My son is hopefully doing his last day of school today, I have a quieter environment to work and I think a nap is coming this afternoon. Things could be a lot worse.
Hopefully you had a good weekend.