Tag: health

Fun with Allergies

This afternoon I was in the bedroom sitting at my desk and feeling like seasonal allergies were kinda kicking my butt. My nose was stuffy and I was coughing and stuff. Basically COVID symptoms without the COVID.

Fast forward a smidge and my beloved Jennifer and I were in the living room eating dinner and watching the aforementioned Tina Turner doc. I felt fine. Allergy free.

After dinner I went back to the bedroom to do my exercise for the day and wouldn’t you know it, the allergy symptoms came a-roaring back for more.

Why? What is the cause of this? Why one room and not the other?

It’s a mystery for the ages. I mean I doubt even Scooby Do and the gang could unravel this one.

April Fools Day

I don’t have an April Fools joke or anything. I thought about spelling every word in this sentence wrong or something goofy like that, but no. The crappy song I posted last night will be enough of a joke for this year.

The plan is to start walking again. Let’s get back to closing that exercise ring again, shall we? I’m still keeping up with the fasting silliness. I haven’t been weighing in though. That should start next week, even if the first few are painful.

New month, new routine? Is that a thing?

We’ll see.

Better

Sleep was better last night. I went to bed ridiculously early. I was out cold by 9:30 or so. My AppleWatch says I woke up a couple of times but I only remember one. I was awake a bit before the Roomba kicked off its ride. I was sitting up and the cat jumped up and sat with me. As soon as Roomba made a noise though, she practically dove under the bed.

I managed a little more than eight hours of sleep. The heart rate dip wasn’t very high but it was okay. The restful sleep was also a bit less than I’d hoped but it too was okay. Much better than the hour and a half from two nights ago.

Here’s hoping my brain works a little better today than it did the last couple of days.

On a mostly unrelated note, I hung my AppleWatch on the charger next to my bed when I woke up this morning. It lit up green to show it was charging. It stayed there while I did my morning routine. When I was done I put it on again and the battery was at 48%. Huh. I put it on the charger on my desk and once again it lit up green. Then a minute later it prompted me for my passcode. Huh… not charging again. I tried again and it stayed connected. It’s up to about 75% now. My iPhone had a charger hiccup the other day too. Is this a trend? I can’t go to the Apple Store without a vaccine. This had best not become a thing.

More Sleepy Fun

After two nights of barely getting four hours of sleep, last night a managed 5:20. That’s progress at least. I predict another rough day.

Maybe I should go to bed early tonight… like say 5:30? Punch out of work and immediately go to sleep.

Temper Fail

I was just reading posts from one year ago today, like you do. Just trying to see how the beginning of the covid clusterfuck was comparing to the current covid clusterfuck. There was a post where I was talking about how everything was different but how it hadn’t sunk in yet. Mostly I was talking about work, but I also got personal a bit. I challenged myself to do something and reading it today I realized that I have failed in that personal challenge many times. This is what I wrote:

I can’t lose my temper… ever.  The stress level world wide right now is insanely high and am nervous that my temper’s fuse is now really short.  I cannot cannot cannot lose it.  I have to pay close attention not only to what I say to people, but how I say it.  I can’t snap.  I can’t sound pissy.  I can’t be anything other than cool and supportive. 

Okay… well… I think I’ve lived up to that more often than not, but there have been many times… many times where I have let something get under my skin that under normal world circumstances wouldn’t have bothered me at all and I’ve turned into a snapping prick and just lost my cool completely.

So allow me to take a moment to apologize to any and all people who have seen me lose my temper. I should have been a better person than I was and I am sorry.

Maybe as things start getting back to a more 2019 flavor of normal I might be able to be less of a dick when things get stressy. Here’s hoping.

D’OH!

Damn it, Roomba!

Our bedroom used to be the garage. There is a heavy door between the bedroom/ex-garage and the mud room that used to be an exit for the house proper. On Roomba nights we close that door most of the way. It’s closed enough that Roomba won’t come in, but open just enough that Patches the Wonder Cat can get in if she wants. The mud room is tiny, more like a breezeway than a mud room, but we call it the mud room. There is a door between the mud room and the kitchen that we always leave open. Sometimes if we have all the windows in the house open the breeze will blow it shut. Otherwise, it’s open.

I got up this morning. I needed to go into the kitchen. I was still 80% asleep and it was dark. I pushed open the mostly closed bedroom door, took two steps without really paying attention to what I was doing or really even opening my eyes all the way and

BAM!!!

The kitchen door was closed about 50% of the way and I walked straight into it. I took most of the hit with my foot, I stubbed my toe something fierce, and the rest of it got me square in the face.

It looks like our friend, Man Servant Mr DJ Roomba, Esq tried to clean behind the kitchen door last night and left it part way closed. Fortunately there were no permanent injuries. Except for the injured pride.

Also, my iPad tried to install updates last night and I got an error stating that it was out of storage space. I don’t store anything on it. I put movies on it and music too, but only when I know there won’t be wifi, like when I was going on a plane to Florida 13 months ago. I’m not sure how my browser ended up with a billion gigs used. Like… what the hell?

11 Days

It has been 11 days since I played the guitar. That’s a week and a half or so.

The desperation is intensifying. I need to get some playing in this weekend. I don’t know if I’ll be able to, but I feel like I have to find a way.

My mental state demands it. My playing chops demand it too, but it’s more impressive to mention how it’s important to me not going crazy and stuff.

I need to play the guitar! I also need a shave, badly, but that’s not what this post is talking about. I need to play the guitar!

Heart Rate

Since I started keeping track of sleep stats a couple of years ago I have learned that one number is pretty much as important to a good night’s sleep as the amount of time I’m asleep. That number is the average sleeping heart rate dip.

For the last month or so my sleeping heart rate dip numbers have waffled between eh and uh. For the few months prior to that, my sleeping heart rate dip numbers were more like WOW!

What changed? Why are things different now?

Is it a statistical anomaly? I haven’t been exercising. Could it be that my heart rate dip is less because my daily average waking heart rate is lower due to not getting jacked through the roof while exercising?

Or am I just not sleeping as well because I’m not exercising? I bet I’m reading too much into this. Whatever, I need a nap.

Though for the record… my exercise ring on the Apple activity app has been closed for today. Let’s get back into it, fatty.