Have I given up on the November Music thing? A few days ago I would have said no, but over the last couple of days I have had a ton of time to work on things but instead I just sat on my ever expanding ass, eating junk food and watching TV (Foundation on Apple TV+). Literally the only thing I have accomplished this week is gaining weight. The last two nights I’ve gotten to bed time, right around now, and realized that I still have exercise to do to close my Activity rings. Instead of going to bed and getting a good night’s sleep I am about to march around trying to close the rings. About two minutes in my back is going to start screaming at me. I don’t know if I can keep it up with things hurting as much as they are. Failure, thy name is Robert. Crud.
How do I motivate myself again? I don’t know. Was I ever honestly motivated or was I just fooling myself somehow. I hate feeling like this!
On the upside, having never read Foundation I can say that I am enjoying the show. From what I’ve heard, the TV show has absolutely nothing to do with the book apart from a few character names. So I guess that’s a thing.
Another less than great night of sleep last night. The data my Apple Watch collected actually looked okay, but coming on the heels of the previous night’s bad sleep it has left me feeling pretty sleepy and crummy today. I’m hoping to get to bed early tonight but I am pretty sure it ain’t happening. We’ll see.
I’m in a weird state right now where I have a few projects to work on and I keep letting them get in the way of each other. I start working on project A but my mind wanders to project B so I switch to that but my mind wanders to project C so I switch to that but my mind wanders to project A and so on. The end result is I don’t make progress on any of them. Blah.
Referencing back to the previous post, if you’re wondering about our neighborhood trash pick up, they still haven’t arrived… though I do hear the sound of trucks in the distance. Maybe soon?
Finally, as my lunch break comes to an end, I return to the topic of guitar gear, what with guitar and cats being the two most common topics of this particular page (are they? I should do some research into that… but I won’t), I am starting to think it might be time to start searching the youtubes for a new wah pedal. I’m starting to want to upgrade up from my Crybaby. Hello, rabbit hole. Allow me to fall down you for a while.
It’s almost midnight. Time to turn in. I can already sense it’s going to be another bad night’s sleep.
Not much on the agenda for tomorrow. Put out the trash, go to work, attend a couple of zoom meetings, work on a couple of projects, at the end of the day cook dinner, maybe spend some time with my love, maybe play some guitar (poorly), tell myself I’ll go to bed early, then still be up and writing a post at midnight.
Okay, Robert. Lights out. Go to sleep. You’re Monday is over.
I’ve kinda fallen off the wagon on the DC Comics shows on The CW. Supergirl just wrapped up and I still have half of the last season to go (waiting on Netflix). The Flash starts up again soon. Boatwoman, I think, is already back. Is it? I got partway through season two and lost steam.
One show I don’t watch is Stargirl. I watched the premier episode last year and it didn’t do much for me. Now I think I might have to try again for reasons that have nothing to do with comics or television or anything. I heard today that the woman who plays the lead role has type 1 diabetes… just like Harry. It makes me want to watch the show and do business with their sponsors. Solidarity, am I right? If she does half as well at managing her diabetes as Harry does managing his then she is doing awesome.
I don’t know why, but when I read about this today it gave me a bit of a hell yeah feeling. Season one is on HBO. I think I’ll give it another try.
It’s Monday. November 15th. We’re halfway through November, which means we’re careening toward December and the holidays and winter and blah.
I had another bad night’s sleep last night. Less than six hours, and only about 60% in deep sleep. Blah. I feel like I am in a stage where I need to have a couple of bad nights before I have a good night. The night before last was good. So that means maybe Tuesday night should be okay?
The kids come home for Thanksgiving on Friday. Have I mentioned that? I think I might have.
The Bruins came back and won last night. There is nothing in hockey worse than losing to Montreal, so nightmare averted, babie. The Bruins have played the fewest games in the league, and now they are off until Saturday. Who is the add wizard who came up with this schedule?
Fear the Walking Dead last night was better than the week before but it was still laughably awful. It’s like driving past a car wreck now. I can’t look away, even though I really want to. I never considered myself a masochist before, but here we are. Granted, there were all those years of watching bad movies that were so bad they were funny. Fear doesn’t fall into that category yet. It’s just plain bad.
Okay. Time to go to work now. Have a happy Monday, everyone. Hang in there, Friday is only five measly little days away.
I just scratched a little bug bite on my shoulder and it’s bleeding like an open tap now. Gimme a second to deal….
I grab one tissue from the box and four come out. Chaos! I guess it’s just one of those nights.
I’ve gotten consistently bad sleep over the last week or so. Last night I even turned in without putting on the CPAP mask. Jen woke me up an hour later with a yo, ‘sup? That wasn’t enough to cause the bad sleep that followed, but when all was said and done it probably didn’t help much.
Did I mention we got an unscheduled call from Bellana today? No reason, just saying hello. How cool is that? Both kids will be home for Thanksgiving break on Friday. I can’t flippin’ wait! harry is already planning out when we watch Shang Chi together. Bring it on!
Okay, I’m going to try to sleep now. I promise I won’t forget my O2 mask.
Six years ago today was a Friday. Friday November 13, 2015. It was the worst day of my life. No question. There have been other bad days, but none of them can hold a candle to 11/13/15. That was the day we almost lost Harry. I was working from home while he was home sick. All morning he just kept getting worse. I called Jen and she came home and probably saved his life by taking him to Holy Family Hospital. One of the nurses took one look at him and said he had Diabetes. Oh good, we thought, you can treat that. He’s going to be fine. The nurse saw the look of relief and let us know that it wasn’t going to be that simple. He wasn’t just really sick. He was really sick.
They moved him to Boston Medical Center where an ER doctor was straight with us. There was a chance he wasn’t going to make it. There was also a chance that his system was so fucked up it might cause other damage on top of just not being able to produce insulin anymore. We were scared shitless. You may think you know what being scared feels like, but this was so much worse than that. The head of Endocrinology told us that he had never seen a kid that far gone come back, but Harry, being the 12 year old bad ass that he was, pulled through. He was right as rain after a couple of days. You might think you’ve felt relief before, but it’s nothing compared to what we felt that day. Believe me.
The story has a happy ending though. One that has continued unabated for six years now. Harry was not only up to the challenge of managing his diabetes, he thrived on it. I have lost count of the number of doctors I’ve heard say they were impressed with how well he handles it. Sure there are days when his blood sugar spikes and it scares the crap out of everyone, and there are days when his blood sugar takes a nose dive off a cliff and scares the crap out of everyone. There are even days when they both happen. Still, Harry has been amazing. He continues to be amazing. He is amazing.
I just wish he didn’t have to be. I wish he didn’t have to manage things. I wish his pancreas was still holding up it’s end of the bargain and he didn’t have to track his blood sugar and manually inject insulin. That would be great and all, but fortunately Harry was and still remains more than up to the challenge. Again, he’s amazing and I love him and I am so thankful for the way things turned out, and I am thankful that he still lets me be a part of his life.
My holiday wish, year round wish really, for everyone is that they never have an 11/13/15 of their own. Hug your kids.
Twice today I have tried to get some exercise in. Just a few minutes here and there. When I start walking I’m fine, but after a few minutes my back just starts screaming at me. Come on, back. Leave me alone. Let me get my friggin’ exercise in!
I’m not sure yet, but I may be going to my parents’ place after dinner tonight. They need to have something picked up at the house and dropped off at the new place. I couldn’t do it yesterday and I don’t know if anyone else was able to take care of it. If not, then I’ll get ‘er done tonight.
Now if my effin’ back would quit it’s bitchin’. Tylenol is trying to help, but so far it’s not doing enough. I still have 11 minutes of exercise to go before I hit my daily 30 minute goal.
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