Category: health

Awake

Still awake. I wanted to go to sleep early but it wasn’t happening. Oh well, I’ll keep trying.

I just watched the first episode of Y the Last Man on Hulu. Color me hooked so far.

I wish Major League Baseball had booked game one of the ALCS for tomorrow instead of Friday. I have all this built up hype and no where to put it.

I still don’t know why the NHL season opened on the 12th but the Bruins don’t play until the 16th. Is it a TV rights thing? The NHL is back with ESPN for the first time in something like 300 years. Figures. NBCsn streams to an iOS app. ESPN only streams to subscribers. Jerks.

I mentioned we are going up to Vermont on Saturday. We are bringing cold weather clothing to Bellana (and bringing warm weather clothes back home with us) and we are meeting Harry for lunch. I can’t wait. Weekly FaceTime calls are great, but I’m looking forward to actual face time.

Okay, I’m going to put some music on and see if I can sleep. Talk to you all tomorrow.

Long Day

It wasn’t really a long day, but it felt like it. Do I sound like a broken record? I haven’t slept well for the last few nights and I’m just tired. Really tired.

Last night when I had time to play some guitar and didn’t I was pissed off at myself. Similar circumstances tonight, but I feel different about it. I’m just too tired. Nothing I do tonight would be worthwhile, it would just be sleepy nonsense. So once again, instead of guitar we have fun with zombies. I’m up to The Walking Dead season three episode two now. The rewatch continues while the current season goes into hiatus. We’re two episodes into the last season of World Beyond and sadly the seventh season of Fear the Walking Dead kicks off on Sunday. It can’t be worse than the last two seasons, can it? Can it*?

Here’s hoping we get me a good night sleep tonight. I don’t have any meetings scheduled at work tomorrow. Here’s hoping tomorrow becomes a productive day. Who knows, I might even play some guitar tomorrow. Fingers crossed, right?

*Yes, yes it can. Unfortunately, yes it can. May the gods of the TV have mercy on us, yes it can get worse. I don’t know how, but I fear it is possible.

Closed It

I closed my exercise ring tonight. It was difficult. Very difficult. I guess I over did it yesterday or something because my legs were screaming in agony the whole time. There were a few moments where I was pretty convinced I wasn’t going to make it.

I did it though. Let’s see how it feels tomorrow.

Missed a Chance

I feel like I missed a chance tonight. I didn’t play guitar even though I had plenty of time to. I just popped an episode of The Walking Dead on Netflix and flaked. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have been productive. I still haven’t even finished my exercise for the day. I am at 17 minutes. 13 minutes to go. Why am I sitting here talking to all of you when I should be walking?

It’s gonna be a late night, but at least I get to watch the scene where Dale argues to save Randal’s life*.

*The Walking Dead, season two episode 11 Judge Jury and Executioner. Season two isn’t the best season**, but Jeffrey DeMunn kicked this episode’s ass.

**Get back in the damn house, Carl!

Sort of a Tough Day

This has not been a tough day, but it has sort of been a tough day. I can’t explain it. I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around stuff. I couldn’t get out of bed this morning, I couldn’t deal with the few morning chores I wanted to do. I took out the trash and found the critters had taken down one of the barrels and scattered crap all around. I just couldn’t come to terms with raking it all up and getting it back into a barrel. My brain just balked. Mentally speaking, I’ve been in that state pretty much all day. Is this the negative backlash of a four day weekend? Probably.

Example: The first thing I did this morning was put my CPAP mask onto the table next to the bed. It immediately fell off and in doing so knocked over the stand I keep my iPhone on as it charges over night. Clutz central, eh? That’s the way the whole day has felt.

Meetings Meetings Meetings. I just can’t get my feet onto the floor to hold myself up. Ugh! Speaking of meetings, why do instacart deliveries always happen when I’m on conference calls? Always. I have the worst luck with timing.

I really had something interesting to write about… I promise I did… I don’t know what happened to the idea though. It’s just gone. Poof, all gone. Maybe it will come back to me later, but until then you are left with this literary triumph.

Enjoy!

Example

I wrote about struggling to leave the facebook this morning. Here’s an example of why leaving is annoying.

That Pedal Show, the guitar gear centered weekly show on youtube that I really enjoy watching, does a live show on Mondays at 5:00pm UK time, which translates to noon for me. I try to tune in during work but sometimes I miss out. Today being a holiday, I was looking forward to watching without any distractions. I was going to put my feet up, listen to the discussion, and maybe noodle on my guitar a little to kinda get into the spirit of the thing, you know.

Noon comes along and there is no notification on youtube. There’s nothing on their youtube landing page. There’s nothing on their web page. That last one isn’t unusual, they generally don’t put news there. They put it on facebook. There is a really active facebook group and that’s where I go when I want to find out if they had to cancel a live show. At least… it used to be. All I wanted to do was look at posts around noon time and see if they mentioned anything. I couldn’t though… because I made myself boycott the whole bookfaycey experience.

Shit.

Okay, so I’ll try again next Monday.

Unrelated note: The Apple Watch Activity app dangles these monthly challenge out to users. This month’s challenge, for me, is to burn a specific number of calories. The goal they set is higher than what I would have if I just hit my normal goal every day. In fact, I would miss the challenge by quite a bit.

Usually I don’t pay much attention to things like this. I just keep my head down and do my thing and yippee, right? For some reason though, I really want to hit this one. It told me how much I would have to average each day in order to hit it and I changed my calorie goal to match that number.

I’ve already closed my exercise ring (I’m actually two whole minutes over the 30 minute goal). I’m still only at 80% of the move goal (they call the calorie burning ring the Move ring). I’m going to have to exercise more today, aren’t I. Crud.

Unrelated note again: Kyle Schwarber played first base for the Red Sox last night. Early in the game he made a pretty terrible error. He fielded a ground ball and tried to throw it to the pitcher, who was covering first base, and he underhand tossed it to somewhere near the orbit of Neptune. I didn’t see it because I was listening on the radio, but it sounded really bad.

Later in the game he was faced with an almost identical play and this is what he did (roll the video, please):

Was it the Booster Shot?

I don’t feel sick. At no time since getting the booster shot on Thursday evening at 8:00pm have I felt sick. I was a little alergyish on Friday morning, as I sometimes am when I first wake up, but I never felt sick.

Having said that, is the booster shot I got on Thursday the reason I am so wiped out today? I got the shot Thursday night, they say you might start feeling something after 12 hours. After 14 hours I was outside mowing the lawn, and I did that off and on for a few hours. As out of shape and grossly overweight as I am, mowing the lawn requires me to work my ass off. I did in fact work my ass off. Big time. Last night I got a good nights sleep, better than I usually get, and today when I got up and got my shit together I had to go out to run an errand at an actual store. Covid safety was not pleased with that, but I had a mask and I social distanced the shit out of the joint. Then when I got home I jumped right into my planned project for the morning: Cleaning the holy hell out of the shower. It took forever, and it also took a lot of my very fat and grotesquely out of shape self getting up and down off the floor. Much like the lawn yesterday, today’s task kicked my ass.

I’ve been a mess ever since. My legs are dead weight, my back and shoulders are killing me. I can barely move, and I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

My question then: Am I still feeling the effects of the shot? If fatigue is a side effect, is that where all of this is coming from? I’m guessing not, but who knows.

My second question: If I am still feeling the effects of the shot, does it change my opinion on whether or not you should get the shot? Fuck no, it does not. Get the damned shot and stop being a science denying idiot. The shot works. Get it. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Do not put the health of your friends and neighbors in jeopardy. Get the mother fucking shot. End rant. Or as HTML would say if rant was an actual tag, </rant>.

Early Start

I was up early this morning and had some chores to do. Between taking the trash barrels to the street and going up and down the stairs to do laundry (the avalanche of Bellana clothes are finally folded and put away) I somehow managed to register 10 minutes of exercise without even having done any actual exercise. The activity app is off to a good start today.

I’m not sure what was going on, but the FaceID on my iPhone stopped working last night. It was working before I started cooking dinner but I noticed it wasn’t working just after we finished eating. Weird. It didn’t work once for the rest of the day. Right now? Working fine. I’m not sure what happened.

Today is my sister’s birthday. Being facebook free, I sent her a text instead of a post on facebook. I hope that is acceptable. I’m not sure what the protocol is anymore.

Speaking of facebook (giggles), that was kinda fun yesterday. Sure, it pulled the nazis over to Twitter for a while, but I managed to avoid all of that and just have fun reading the faux panic. Sounds like Zuckerberg lost about six billion dollars in stock value. I assume most of that was due to the 60 Minutes story Sunday night, but whatever. It’s all connected to his wallet one way or another. Granted it was just stock value, right? He’ll probably make it back today. It’s not like it’s real money or anything. It’s not like he’s going to need to take a second mortgage to pay his bills.

Okay, time to go to work. We need to get through the day so that we can focus all of our attention on the Red Sox beating the Yankees tonight. It’s a moral imperative. 8:00pm tonight, or thereabouts, we finally get payback for that friggin one game playoff back in ’78. Sure we beat them in 2004 and handed them the most humiliating playoff loss in major league baseball history (giggles), but still… I want one game playoff revenge. Suck it, Bucky Dent.