I was just doing my walking-in-place exercise-like whatever it is. I felt a bit of a twinge in my left ankle.
Ouch, babie.
I’m okay, but for a minute there I was afraid my 30 minutes was going to get shut down at 20 minutes.
Here’s hoping this isn’t something that’s going to be a thing, you know?
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.
Wish me luck.
What’s a clinical over-sharer to do?
I have four things going on that the clinical over-sharer in me wants to talk about but I can’t. Well… I can, but I just don’t want to… even though I want to. Ugh.
Three of the four things are related to being a home owner. The fourth is a personal healthcare thing. One of the home things is pretty huge, another is kind of huge but dependent on the first thing and after the first thing is squared away there are two other things that have to happen before we get to it… confused? Me too. The third is pretty minor but still nice. The healthcare thing has the potential to become utterly gigantic, in a really positive way, but at the moment is just a teeny tiny thing.
The huge thing will never be discussed directly, the big thing will be, but not until it happens and maybe not until after it happens. The small thing probably won’t be, but in oversharing other things you might get a clue. The healthcare thing is probably going to be discussed in excruciating detail, but not until the process advances quite a bit further than the baby step I’ve taken thus far.
I want to talk about all of it! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!
On a completely unrelated and unimportant note, I just asked a HomePod to play a specific podcast episode and it worked. Nice! Hey Siri, play the newest episode of The Walking Dead ‘Cast. It worked!
Watch, I publish a post saying that there isn’t much going on and five minutes later I am going to get run over by a mac truck sized issue at work. Just you watch.
Anyway, nothing much going on today.
Work has been quiet, which is nice on a Monday. I got a little exercise in this morning, but I am having a hard time getting as much done in one sitting as I could even a few days ago. My goal is 30 minutes and I usually try to do it in two 15 minute chunks. Over the last three days or so I haven’t really been able to do more than 10 minutes at a time. Either my back will start screaming, or my calves, or my knees, or something. Isn’t exercise supposed to get easier the more you do it? Apparently not.
Intermittent fasting has not been all that great lately. One or two days each week I have been failing. Not completely, but I’ll be shutting it down after 13 hours or 14 hours or whatever. The goal is 16. Having said that though, today’s fast just ended at 18 hours. So that’s a good day, right?
I have Veteran’s Day off on Thursday. It’s bitter sweet. Starting in January my company has changed the way we handle time off and it includes some of the non-national holidays we’ve enjoyed for decades being changed to floating holidays… which means next year I don’t get 11/11 off. This is my final Veteran’s Day. Unless of course I put in for a floating holiday on that day next year, but that’s neither here nor there. I plan to honor the holiday by playing the guitar, and ending World War I.
Okay. Lunch is over. Back to work, Robert.
In the immortal words of the robot cop on Futurama, whose name might be URL, “Awwww yeah.”
It’s almost midnight. I haven’t been able to sleep at all. Here’s hoping that changes soon. There’s a lot going on this weekend but most of it is on Sunday. I am hoping I can spend some quality time on music tomorrow and I don’t want to be exhausted all day.
I got my 30 minutes of exercise in, and my 16 hour fast. Now I just need some sleep! Come on, body. Let’s get this done!
I was sitting at my desk at 8:30am, 30 minutes before I start work, and I thought: Robert, you are going to do 15 minutes of exercise by walking very briskly in place. Hells yeah, you are.
Five minutes later I stopped because my back was hurting like crazy. Hells yeah, it was.
The same thing happened yesterday while I Was trying to do a second round of 15 minutes to close the 30 minute exercise ring on my Apple Watch. I powered through that time, but I couldn’t today.
In the immortal words of Austin Danger Powers, ouch babie… ouch.
I need to keep an eye on this today. I don’t want to hurt myself, but there’s a bag of Hershey’s Kisses off to my left and karmically speaking I need to do the 30 minutes so I can eat those suckers. I do understand that this arrangement makes no actual physiological sense, but shut up and leave me alone.
Here’s to a back pain free day… as if.
Jack Eichel was traded from the Buffalo Sabers to the Vegas Golden Knights today. The reason for the trade had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with healthcare.
Eichel needs surgery. He has a herniated disk. He wanted to undergo a procedure that had never been performed on an NHL player. The team wanted him to have a more common procedure. I have to imagine that conflicts like this are probably common. The team doctors want to do X and the player’s personal doctor wants to do Y. In this case the two sides refused to budge and it lead to a stalemate where Eichel didn’t get either procedure and the team traded him to get rid of him.
It all seems dumb to me, but what really surprises me is that based on the collective bargaining agreement, the team is 100% in the right. Now I understand that the team has millions of dollars invested in the player and all of that, but try to look at this from your own healthcare perspective. Imagine you have a condition that requires surgery. You and your doctor come up with a plan of action, and your employer says no and tells you that you have to do something different. Now imagine that you signed a contract that gives the employer that right.
Wow. I mean… wow. Do the other pro sports leagues have this right too? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
A week ago Monday I took my mother to the doctor.
Over the weekend we paid a visit to Jen’s mom.
Yesterday I saw Harry and went inside two stores.
Today I’m dealing with a bunch of common cold symptoms. The first hint of illness in about two years.
I took a home Covid-19 test. It came back negative. Kick ass, Covid-free-me.
Two vaccine doses and a booster, you damn well better be Covid free. I got your breakthrough case right here! (Picture me making some sort of rude hand gesture in Covid-19’s general direction)
Sleep, man. Am I right?
I went to bed at 10:30 last night and fell asleep quickly. Nice. I woke up at 2:30 with my back aching, completely unable to get comfortable, and I just couldn’t get back to sleep. It was after 3:30 before I could doze off again. When I woke up around 6:30 my back was still aching. Jerk.
I’m tired. The shirt I am wearing has huge holes in the arm pits because I have been flaking on the laundry. I had a vacation day yesterday and now I am all discombobulated and feeling like I’m working on a Sunday. Bummer, dude.
Yesterday when I left for Vermont I stopped at Dunks and ordered some Munchkins for the ride. Mmm, Munchkins. I also bought two diet sodas. Dunks carries Diet Coke. I prefer Diet Pepsi. I drank one of the Diet Cokes on the way up. When it was time to head back I stopped at a CVS and bought two bottles of Diet Pepsi. I drank one on the way back. Today when the work day started I had the two left over bottles in the fridge. One of each. I drank the Diet Pepsi first. A few minutes ago I opened up the Diet Code. Having one right after the other like that is kind of a revelation. What has it revealed? It has revealed that Diet Coke is pretty gross. Diet Pepsi is so much better.
Now you know the truth. Diet Pepsi is better: Confirmed.
You’re welcome.
I wish my back didn’t hurt.
I need a nap.
At least I got the laundry finished. That’s good.
