Life Spent Recuperating

Let’s be silly for a moment or two.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

And I quote to the best of my knowledge, “While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping.”

Now I intensely quote, “His eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming.”

The following is a bulleted paragraph list of three popular and very blind mice:

  • Rufus, the oldest and wisest, makes cheese sculptures at the Mouse Louvre
  • Dufus, who prefers to spell his name d-o-o-f-u-s and refers to himself as Doof, calls himself a “doof machine” and prefers to be in a constant state of “Doof” because “Doof is Life, baby … yeah!”


  • Gufus, whom most everyone calls Goofy (but we all know Goofy is a dog … right?), writes love poems in the sand at Myrtle Beach (which does not, as far as I know, grow myrtle beech trees)

The above silliness was brought to you by boredom.

I’m bored because I’m inactive. I’m inactive because I’m recuperating from an illness.

Recuperating may be boring, but it’s also nice.

Sometimes we need to recuperate from all the ills life throws at us. Sometimes we need to call “Time out” and go sit it out before we can go back into the game … if we can still play.

The past week I had to take a time out and recuperate from a complication while wearing the Covid-19 mask (and other facemasks) at my 9-to-5, 40-hour-week job. I have been breathing in too much of my exhale, which contains mostly carbon dioxide, along with methanol, isoprene, acetone, ethanol, ketones, and other alcohols and hydrocarbons. Rebreathing our exhale is not healthy, and doing so has left me in a near asthmatic state. I recuperate (able to breathe regularly again) after I punch out for the day and remove my mask. But due to my age (63), I recuperate at a slower rate than if I were younger.

When anyone rebreathes air, they are at risk for carbon dioxide intoxication or, in extreme cases, carbon dioxide poisoning. Hypercapnia or hypercarbia are names for a condition when a person has an excess of carbon dioxide concentration in the blood. Symptoms of carbon dioxide toxicity include high blood pressure, flushed skin, headache, and twitching muscles, all of which I have experienced while wearing the mask for periods lasting longer than two hours. I have also experienced irregular heartbeat.

So now, after Day #5, I’m off work until (hopefully) Monday, sucking down various medicines, and spending too much time on the Internet.

Will wearing the mask knock me down again? Probably. But I plan to take better care of my health by often removing my mask in safer environments and breathing properly to clear my lungs. It’s my health, after all.

9 thoughts on “Life Spent Recuperating

  1. badfinger20 (Max)

    I’m fortunate. I work in an empty IT office right now…I’m a director of no one because they are laid off…but I’m by myself so I don’t have to wear a mask… I hope it gets better.

    1. Steve Campbell

      I wish I had a job where I was by myself, ha. I’m a thinker and planner kind of person. Anyway, wearing the mask was tolerable until the weather changed to 90 degrees Fahrenheit and the humidity skyrocketed here. The company turned down the AC to save money. I guess the bottom line is, profits are most important in retail.

    2. badfinger20 (Max)

      Yes I live in Tennessee and the weather right now is terrible.
      Yea I have to have AC…that is terrible. Right now I’m by myself…hopefully they will be called back. I’m beginning to wonder.

    3. Steve Campbell

      I live near Lake Erie in Pennsylvania in an area known as the snow belt in winter and the rain belt in summer. Plenty of wetlands here … and mosquitoes. But it’s picturesque, which influenced me to become an artist.

    4. badfinger20 (Max)

      I’ve been to Pennsylvania a couple of times…I loved the vibe there.
      Here the humity is what gets you the worse…I’m sure the same as there.

    5. Steve Campbell

      Yes, wicked humidity. But not as bad as when I lived in Florida and the Gulf of Mexico side of Mississippi. I never witnessed as much rain as I did there.
      I have never been to Tennessee, only to pass through during a trip south back in 1975. We stopped in Chattanooga for gas and some lunch downtown at a mom and pop diner. Don’t recall the name, but it was a pleasant place and the people we met were friendly. Never been back. That was when I was in radio, before I joined the Navy.

    6. badfinger20 (Max)

      Nashville is what I call…a large small town. I live in a very small town around 40 minutes north of Nashville in a town about the size of Mayberry.

      We go down to the Gulf of Mexico usually once a year…but not this year.

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