Yeah, I can bite.

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I know, coming here, you might get a nip.  You might even be swallowed whole in some of what I write.  The choice, really, is yours and it is two-fold.  First, visiting here.  You have a choice in that.  Second, you may discern what is written.  Does the shoe fit?  If it fits, and hurts, is there a reason for it?  Further, if all of these things are accounted and you still feel wronged?  You can comment.  Just understand... I have very simple rules in my behavior.  Christian, Catholic, compassionate, loving?  Yes.  But with real limits, a basic nature, and instincts born of flesh, sharpened by reality, and now in God's hands.  I will love you all the way to, but not including, on the highway to hell.  Or, at least, I won't travel with you or leave you on your path without a warning.  *chomp*  Swim with a great white at your peril, and my leisure.  I don't go along to get along.

I've been setting on the balance ball for a couple of hours now.  It's a little hard on the back, with no structure, actually.  I might be able to do this daily.  It reminds me a lot of being in a saddle.  My butt is falling asleep though, which I don't think it did in a saddle.  Then again, I didn't always literally sit in the saddle while riding, it depended on the pace.  It's sort of a novel thing.  There is an occasional jab to the abs, and it works the glutes a bit too.  I thought there would be a lot more ab work, though it may add up?  Anyway... at least I am doing something?

I am feeling a little rough.  I'm not sure what is wrong if I do suspect it is heart related.  It isn't enough to call the doctors about.  It is enough to sort of keep me down.  A bit of rest until Wednesday, then I will decide whether to swim or not.  If it is still like this I will probably go in anyway, if I can get to it.  If it is worse I might consider calling the doctor.  I don't remember being like this, but then my memory of these types of things don't really exist.  I didn't know the heart was a problem, either, so wasn't looking at this sort of thing as a problem... beside a general physical dissociation to boot.  I am just learning things now.  It's sort of funny, when you think about it.  While not quite just realizing one is missing a limb, it isn't all that far from it.  Then again, even the "doctors" didn't notice, so...

Later.