Lifting Heavy Stuff

Look at me, lifting heavy stuff like a boss.

I celebrated my sixth weekaversary by weighing myself. I was down 4.4 pounds and happy about it. I then (finally) changed the cat’s litter box. It was beyond time. Patches, sorry about that buddy. Enjoy shitting in your clean box, my furry friend.

After the litter box I took a big box that had been sitting at the top of our driveway for at least five of the six weeks. It’s just a folding card table, but it weighed a little more than 25 pounds so it sat under the overhang next to our porch and waited. Now it’s in the cellar. I haven’t actually unboxed it yet, but it’s finally inside.

I had one more lifting item on my agenda but I pushed that off until lunch. I did my 30 minutes of walking in place and then it was about 8:50 and time for work. Jen did ask me to do one lifting thing for her. She asked me to move a monitor off of her desk and replace it with another one. I don’t think they were above the 25 pound threshold, but one of them might have been in the ball park.

Come lunch time I took a few minutes to make a phone call and then finished my heavy stuff agenda for the day. I moved the Vox AC15 amplifier from my cellar music nook to the storage closet (for now) and replaced it with the gigantic Fender Bassbreaker 18/30. That big sucker is probably 50 pounds or so (Google tells me its exactly 50 pounds) and it was far and away the heaviest chore of the morning. It’s also the loudest. Is there a cause and effect thing there?

No. No there isn’t.

Okay, lunch break is over. Time to get back to work. I might sneak in some loud guitar playing tonight, but there is a new episode of Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Stanley Cup Finals start tonight. So… maybe not. We’ll see.

Moved

My mother was moved from the hospital to a new facility today. This is what we’ve been waiting and hoping and crossing our fingers for.

My brother and sister are there with her. I’m stuck here working and feeling guilty that I am not there.

I sent a text saying that I was afraid to ask for an update on how things are going.

My brother wrote back, not well.

ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit.

Progress

Remember that little thing I posted yesterday about crossing your fingers and hoping for good news on my mother’s healthcare front?

It may have worked. Thanks for your help.

We should know for sure early this afternoon, but it looks like there was actual progress made. I am not going to let myself feel relieved at all until it actually happens, but for now…

PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.

My fingers are still crossed.

Cross Your Fingers

Everyone cross your fingers.

We may have a positive development on my mother’s healthcare front.

PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.

I know I have said this a couple of times already but this one feels closer than the previous false alarms.

Fingers Eternally Crossed.

PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.

Hectic Morning

I slept a little late, did some chores, got my full 30 minutes of exercise in, had half a protein shake, ate a 2.5 ounce breakfast, caught the new episode of Strange New Worlds (while exercising), did some laundry, and still managed to get in to see my mother before 11:30.

I am going to be so tired tonight. Just you wait.

Mom has been quiet today. She’s been combing her hair every few minutes, and sitting down and standing up over and over again like a yo-yo. it seems okay though. She dozed off in her chair a few minutes ago and now I’m afraid to move. I don’t want to wake her up. Let’s all just sit here quiet like and let my mother catch some zzzz’s, m’kay?

Friday Thoughts

I am going to dash out of work today as soon as my shift is over and run over to the hospital to visit with my mother. Yesterday was a banner bad day. Word is that today is a little better. Here’s hoping. I will be going back tomorrow morning and Sunday afternoon. I’m back to reality now so it’s time to pitch in. Gladly. Even though it’s going to be awful, I am ready to help.

That probably means a delay in getting the band back together. That’s tough, but necessary. I have a doctors appointment on June 30th, which means I will be 2/3 of the way to the Guitar Center in Nashua. I’m thinking that might be Stratocaster Trade In Day. What comes next depends on the book value of my Strat. I guarantee it won’t be enough for anything new. What if they have a used Deluxe Reverb in stock? What if they have a used Les Paul Junior in stock? Who knows.

I spent my lunch break exercising. Every day this week so far I have done a full 30 minutes of exercise in one shot. It’s all walking in place, but it’s something. I was most definitely not able to do that at any time over the last few years. It’s only since the surgery and recovery. I think I have actually done a single 30 minute workout for 10 days in a row. I am shocked.

Now, having said that, they are not exactly killer exercises. My heart rate is going up but it’s not going up as much as it should. Wednesday will be the six week mark, which means the restrictions on how much weight I can lift will start relaxing. The first thing I will do is change the cat litter. The second is to start thinking about maybe lifting some small weights? I might wait an extra couple of weeks before anything like that, but the thought is out there. I need to exercise to make up for lost muscle mass, or something like that. I need to do right by my new physical condition.

Television. I still haven’t finished Breaking Bad and I am so close. Something like five or six episodes left. I need to wrap that up. Season Three of The Boys has started. I think there are four episodes out. I’ve watched the first few minutes of episode one (so worth the herpes) and that’s it. Why have I not dug into it yet? I still haven’t watched yesterday’s episode of Strange New Worlds. Why? What the hell, Robert? I haven’t even thought about starting the new seasons of The Orville or Stranger Things. What is wrong with me?

I have a lot of recording I want to get to as well. One song ready to mix. Two ready for vocals and one ready for guitar leads. Come on, man. Get it done!

Okay. Work time.

Clothing Issues and Lunchtime Musings

I mentioned yesterday that I have lost 50 pounds in the last five weeks and that my clothes don’t fit. That may have been a slight exaggeration. They are definitely too big, but I can still wear them. It’s not an emergency yet.

Last night I was in my closet looking for something to wear today. There are some old collared shirts that were too small for me prior to the surgery. I pulled one out. I’m wearing it right now. It fits fine.

Part of me feels like nothing has changed. Another part of me feels like everything has changed. I have so far to go though. I’ve barely scratched the surface. Here’s hoping I can continue to ride it out with old clothes for a while. In a way, that might sort of connect me to… me.


No new info on my mother yet today. My sister is at the hospital with her. It’s brutal. I need to do more.


The 2022 50/90 Challenge is less than a month away. I am not going to do it in an official way. I will not be signing up on their website or anything like that. One user ruined the whole thing for me last year and I don’t want to deal with that again. I didn’t sign up for FAWM back in February either. FAWM and 50/90 are different log ins, but it’s run by the same people and has many of the same users. I just don’t wanna.

Having said that, I will probably still try to write 50 songs between July 4th and October 1st. I’ll still do the challenge, I just won’t do it in any official capacity. Ain’t I a stinker? No, I am not. I just like doing goofy music challenges. What can you do?


Did I mention that the Red Sox are three games above .500 and are sitting in the last playoff spot? There are three wild card slots this year and all three AL slots are held by teams in the AL East. Sucks to be the rest of the league.

The Bruins fired their coach. Patrice Bergeron is likely to retire (please, no!). Half of the team is in the middle of off season surgery. Now we’re hearing that Pasternak might be wanting out. He has a year left on his contract and the rumors are that he won’t sign an extension. Shit.


Okay. I need to finish my 3.1 ounces of canned chicken lunch and get back to work.

Until later, friends.

Step Back

I don’t know what to think right now. My mother seemed to take a step forward yesterday. It was good. There was a bit of optimism. I just heard that last night she took a big step back. I don’t know what to think now. I am just so sad.

We slept a little late this morning and it’s thrown off my mojo a little. Work is weird. I feel like I never left, but I also feel completely out of touch. I mean, it was only four weeks. It’s not like I forgot how to do everything. I said the other day I was feeling like an alien. That’s it. Totally. I feel like an alien posing as me. I blame my new stomach, but only because I have nothing else to blame it on but me.

Harry is at his dad’s this week but he came over to watch part four of Obi-Wan Kenobi. It was awesome. We did not, however, watch the first episode of Ms Marvel. I’m trying to sneak it in before work. I should just make it. That means I am not watching this week’s episode of Star Trek Strange New Worlds. That will have to wait for later tonight. All in all, I’d rather be seeing my mother moving to a new facility rather than anything Marvel or Star Trek or even Star Wars.

Chicken for breakfast. I’m starting to get a little sick of scrambled eggs. Is that new? I never used to get sick of food. If I ever get sick of chicken I am screwed. Hold on while I start my 30 seconds-between-bites clock.

On Hold (and Other Stuff)

If you thought waiting in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles was agony, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

We gave Bellana a vacation as a High School graduation present. She chose to go to Disney World. We stayed at a resort. It was freakin’ magical, just like the Disney marketing said.

We wanted to do the same thing for Harry but he graduated in the middle of Covid so we had to delay it. He wants to go on almost exactly the same trip. The only difference will be the actual resort we stay in. We stayed at the Polynesian last time. This time the Poly is on the backup list.

Disney opened reservations for 2023 today. Jen got ready for work and then hunkered down in her office and gave The Mouse a call. That was about 7:30am. Maybe a smidge later than that. They put her on hold. They also gave an estimated wait time before she could talk to a human. Two hours. Two. Hours. Yikes!

Good luck, my love.


I need to track all of my food and drink. I need to make sure I’m getting about 60 ounces of liquid and 60 grams of protein. I assume at some point they are going to have me tracking calories too.

I have an app on my phone that can handle this. Two of them, actually. When I try to use the app I always seem to forget to log things. It annoys the hell out of me. While I was in the hospital they gave me a form to use to track what little I ate. At the stage one diet class they also gave a similar form. All through my time off of work I used the forms. I scanned one of them and kept printing out copies. I had a clipboard that I carried around with me everywhere I went and I logged everything.

Now that I am back to work and able to do stuff again, I don’t really want to track on paper anymore. I also don’t want to use the apps and get back into old habits. So what do I do? I created a spreadsheet in Google Sheets that mimics the paper forms. I am on my forth day using it. So far so… kinda good. I keep a notebook at my desk and next to my bed to keep tally marks for each ounce of liquid. I’ve been updating the sheet in a browser whenever possible, but I can update it from my iPhone or my iPad. It works, but the interface blows.

I’m also keeping a sheet with my daily liquid and protein totals, and I started another sheet with protein per ounce values for foods I eat regularly. That should come in handy. I might go back and add the totals for each day that I kept on paper too, just so I’ll have it all in one place. That’ll be a bit of a pain, but I might do it.


I finally got to see my mother last night. She’s been in the hospital for a long time. They’re trying to move her to a new facility but it’s a difficult process. I am not giving details, but it was difficult. She’s having a really hard time. I will go back to see her again in a couple of days.


Okay. Time for work. Talk to you later.