I really make it a point not to whine. I'm a "suck 'em up" when life gives you lemons kinda guy....but I have to say the last five days really have blown big time. Notwithstanding that I'm still grieving over the passing several months of my mom after relatively short but horrible illness -- the sun and moon of my life -- this past weekend was the first birthday I went through without having either parent.

My commercial shoot last Thursday didn't go bad, but it was not all what it was cracked up to be. It was really hot and sultry last Thursday and I ended up having to stand up alone in a small makeshift studio with very hot and sultry studio lights with absolutely no air in a full suit. The heat really affected my performance in my considered opinion. Anyway I got through it and everybody seemed OK with my acting. It was kind of hard doing my lines imagining myself being "hit" with electric meters which are to be digitally added in during post production.

On Friday I finally got my blood pressure meds at Costco in the late afternoon, to get back to my car some half-an-hour later to find my windshield broken and my new digital camera and XM satellite receiver (both hidden under the seat) stolen. The thief/thieves were so brazen to have done it in the middle of the day in a busy parking lot....and obviously everybody who could have seen it happening just looked the other way. After filing a police report (the good that was going to do), I was able to go to an authorized Century 21 Insurance body shop who ordered a new windshield. Being that it was a holiday weekend I was surprised they were able to get a new windshield installed on Saturday. I spent the rest of the Saturday -- my birthday -- totally ignored by the world -- painting my bedroom until late.

Meanwhile I was having some strange new side effects from the med....profuse sweating...and was drinking 48 oz. of liquid in one sitting to try to quench an insatiable thirst. Sunday I woke up with a bad sinus headache...did more painting....and kept on having to drink water by a large mugful...feeling worse and worse. I actually got to bed at a decent hour after talking to a good friend in Latvia (still have to keep exercising my language skills). By the time late Monday morning rolled around I was up every two hours drinking more liquid. I couldn't get a hold of my doctor, but finally reached a nurse friend of mine who is out of state who was concerned that I was feeling rather weak...and suggested that I needed to get myself to a hospital emergency room to get myself checked out. It was like I was not sick enough to call an ambulance but had no one to call to take me there, as I was too woozy to be driving safely. I have a call into the doc for Tuesday morning and perhaps he will be able to direct me to get myself back in gear....and finally be able to finish painting my bedroom.....sheesh....

I've never been so weary of life as I have these past five days.

OK...I'll shut up now and suck it up.