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Tired, now. Almost a bit punch drunk from it. Pleased. I've been thanking God every night, save on those nights where I just went down so fast I didn't even realize I had made it to bed. That has happened. I'll continue through the weekend, only much lighter work, more spread out, with longer breaks. I am really looking forward to the weekend. I might even just go to bed shortly.
It never stopped raining while I was in working condition, so the area rug will just have to wait. The rest of the stuff got hit, some of it done. It had become difficult to focus. All good though. One of the things I did was to grill several meats. I turned to beef slices into sandwiches. I had no room for anything else. Heck, that is one of the biggest meals I have had this week. Oh, but on the food thing, I don't think I need to boil as many eggs as I had supposed. One or two eggs per meal seems to be enough, and then some. I figure eighteen eggs, and a cup (dry) of the mush mix, will see me through breakfasts and lunch for a week. I don't, won't, always even eat supper. That is one step toward figuring out my future. Nutrition is vital, regular eating is required, and the good stuff is the way to go. No organics were masticated in the video. :p
Yeah, my body is definitely done. It wants to keep going, in it's way. As do my mind and spirit. But after abusing last weekend, I don't want a repeat. I do have limits, upon limits, upon limits. I'm punching holes in those as if there is no tomorrow. And, I suppose, I can... for a while. Eventually either the fee will come due, or I will seriously grow, or most likely bits of both. There is nothing like suffering for the right reasons. Plus, as I said, I add my suffering to assist those in purgatory. Nothing like a little wind in the air when the sails are otherwise flat. Trust me on that one. Can't get them through to safe harboring, but I might buy them a little more time to figure it out. On my side, I call it the blessed burn. And it isn't even a vanity thing, mostly humbling, as I see it. Or how I try to keep it.
Good night. I hope you have enjoyed the show.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Ah, Friday.
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Yes, I figured it out shortly after that last post. I was already at work. I had refreshed the dishes in a fresh soapy soak, got the laundry out for folding, swept the floors, and... some other things. Glad it's Friday, I was hitting work again pretty hard and fast. And I will continue with it. Oh, and I'll get the rug out, beat it clean, place it, then vacuum it.
After I finish those tasks, I am hoping to get out for a hike. Then, this evening, if I can, I will begin sorting and organizing in the living room. The hope is, by Monday night, to have that room cleared enough to remove furniture, and maybe vacuum. Of course, my estimates are often off by a bit. Still, that's the plan. And, while I do intend to take the weekend off, a little work, now and then, won't hurt. I really think, this time, I will get the living room, then my bedroom done. After that, I hope to clean, sweep, and mop the wash room and back entry way. Then to get started on the en suit bathroom. Yes, I am going to hit that. And maybe figure out the wiring for a subpanel in the garage. A couple of improvements, for when I sell the house. If it takes long enough, and money goes right, I might even put new flooring into the kitchen.
Eventually, or throughout, I might even get this room, the spare bedroom, and the upstairs sorted out. Those aren't prime targets, but some spit and polish will be extended to them as I can.
It is raining, but I can still do as I hoped. The rain wouldn't be a problem for a hike, but the timing may be. Hmm... Perhaps working until 14:00, then just go for the hike? Yeah, maybe. At least it will be cooler. I have several pieces of rain gear, so no biggy. A day off, but it was working out before I even realized it. All good. Later.
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Yes, I figured it out shortly after that last post. I was already at work. I had refreshed the dishes in a fresh soapy soak, got the laundry out for folding, swept the floors, and... some other things. Glad it's Friday, I was hitting work again pretty hard and fast. And I will continue with it. Oh, and I'll get the rug out, beat it clean, place it, then vacuum it.
After I finish those tasks, I am hoping to get out for a hike. Then, this evening, if I can, I will begin sorting and organizing in the living room. The hope is, by Monday night, to have that room cleared enough to remove furniture, and maybe vacuum. Of course, my estimates are often off by a bit. Still, that's the plan. And, while I do intend to take the weekend off, a little work, now and then, won't hurt. I really think, this time, I will get the living room, then my bedroom done. After that, I hope to clean, sweep, and mop the wash room and back entry way. Then to get started on the en suit bathroom. Yes, I am going to hit that. And maybe figure out the wiring for a subpanel in the garage. A couple of improvements, for when I sell the house. If it takes long enough, and money goes right, I might even put new flooring into the kitchen.
Eventually, or throughout, I might even get this room, the spare bedroom, and the upstairs sorted out. Those aren't prime targets, but some spit and polish will be extended to them as I can.
It is raining, but I can still do as I hoped. The rain wouldn't be a problem for a hike, but the timing may be. Hmm... Perhaps working until 14:00, then just go for the hike? Yeah, maybe. At least it will be cooler. I have several pieces of rain gear, so no biggy. A day off, but it was working out before I even realized it. All good. Later.
Right to the line, basically.
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I had to work up to midnight, 23:30 actually. But that was as close as I could get. I could have, in the remaining time, folded laundry. Technically speaking. I had nothing left at that point. I still need to sweep. The thing about sweeping, then mopping, is there are always bits left from the mopping, no matter how good you sweep. At least when mopping is a rarity. The floors weren't dry enough though. Sweeping even a partially wet floor though, is bad. Always bad. So that was out. I suppose I could have hit the dishes, too, or taken the floor rug out and beaten it. Like I said, I was wiped. I am going to hit the dishes and laundry though. Just not quickly. And I will sweep the floor. Other than a bit of cooking, that will be it for weekend work. I lit a scent candle my mother brought into my home, and might start using one of those electronic (plug-in) air fresheners from time to time. I haven't, to this point, because I hate masking unclean with a false face of scent. If I can keep up on cleaning, I don't mind... enhancing the notion though. I suppose. Cinnamon. I suppose I could just use stove potpourri, but that is messy. This is much easier, and no pans will be dirtied in the process.
It has been great having steady easy good food. The eggs last well enough, from what I can see. As does the grain mix. I don't think I'll make as much grain/seed/legume mix though. I'm not sure that much will last. Even eating a cup a day, which I rarely do, that's quite a lot of the stuff. Nothing fancy, but it has definitely been a good thing. Simple, really, plain to be sure. Hmm... now that the cast is ready to be used, I can make some bacon, perhaps even some in advance, with the rest of it. Not a daily, just a nice add as a treat for when I have done well. Though I need to do something more in the evening, as to meat. I'll be cooking up chicken, brots, and thin-sliced beef sometime today, which will last half a week anyway. Cold is good, when I'm on the run. The nuke is good enough for warming food. And, I always get a slice of warm after cooking.
If the chores and resting go nicely enough, I may attempt to fabricate the stick anchor this weekend. I can do parts of it at a time without much wear and tear. Besides, it's both a fun project and for a fun goal. Boating isn't just about exercise, or backwood mobility, but a pleasure. If you don't like something, how are you ever going to get good at it? I hope to have a project each weekend, one I can tinker with at my leisure, but not too big of one either. Hopefully, on some future weekend when I grow to have more on the ball, perhaps I can begin on the solar oven. Just... something. Perhaps I can even begin collecting parts for a minor solar rig. Something for a few lights in the cave. Actually for several things... rechargeable battery charging, learning solar, maybe enough for one of those micro-fridge/freezers too. Just a little system to learn with. It'll take a while to buy all the components, wiring, and then assembly. Or saving until I have enough to buy a decent little setup.
I am surprised. I woke right at 7:30. I am not sore. I am not stiff. I'm not even worn. Still, I know from last weekend, I simply cannot push seven days a week. Nothing too heavy. If I hit heavy, I have to back down. I simply won't stumble through another week as I did this one. I'm not sure God needed a break, I think that was just a gift for us, an example to follow. I've got to take it. Amazing though. I really thought I was going to stumble and hit the dirt for a week or two. I did stumble, I just didn't stay down... more than once. All good, very deliciously good. Later.
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I had to work up to midnight, 23:30 actually. But that was as close as I could get. I could have, in the remaining time, folded laundry. Technically speaking. I had nothing left at that point. I still need to sweep. The thing about sweeping, then mopping, is there are always bits left from the mopping, no matter how good you sweep. At least when mopping is a rarity. The floors weren't dry enough though. Sweeping even a partially wet floor though, is bad. Always bad. So that was out. I suppose I could have hit the dishes, too, or taken the floor rug out and beaten it. Like I said, I was wiped. I am going to hit the dishes and laundry though. Just not quickly. And I will sweep the floor. Other than a bit of cooking, that will be it for weekend work. I lit a scent candle my mother brought into my home, and might start using one of those electronic (plug-in) air fresheners from time to time. I haven't, to this point, because I hate masking unclean with a false face of scent. If I can keep up on cleaning, I don't mind... enhancing the notion though. I suppose. Cinnamon. I suppose I could just use stove potpourri, but that is messy. This is much easier, and no pans will be dirtied in the process.
It has been great having steady easy good food. The eggs last well enough, from what I can see. As does the grain mix. I don't think I'll make as much grain/seed/legume mix though. I'm not sure that much will last. Even eating a cup a day, which I rarely do, that's quite a lot of the stuff. Nothing fancy, but it has definitely been a good thing. Simple, really, plain to be sure. Hmm... now that the cast is ready to be used, I can make some bacon, perhaps even some in advance, with the rest of it. Not a daily, just a nice add as a treat for when I have done well. Though I need to do something more in the evening, as to meat. I'll be cooking up chicken, brots, and thin-sliced beef sometime today, which will last half a week anyway. Cold is good, when I'm on the run. The nuke is good enough for warming food. And, I always get a slice of warm after cooking.
If the chores and resting go nicely enough, I may attempt to fabricate the stick anchor this weekend. I can do parts of it at a time without much wear and tear. Besides, it's both a fun project and for a fun goal. Boating isn't just about exercise, or backwood mobility, but a pleasure. If you don't like something, how are you ever going to get good at it? I hope to have a project each weekend, one I can tinker with at my leisure, but not too big of one either. Hopefully, on some future weekend when I grow to have more on the ball, perhaps I can begin on the solar oven. Just... something. Perhaps I can even begin collecting parts for a minor solar rig. Something for a few lights in the cave. Actually for several things... rechargeable battery charging, learning solar, maybe enough for one of those micro-fridge/freezers too. Just a little system to learn with. It'll take a while to buy all the components, wiring, and then assembly. Or saving until I have enough to buy a decent little setup.
I am surprised. I woke right at 7:30. I am not sore. I am not stiff. I'm not even worn. Still, I know from last weekend, I simply cannot push seven days a week. Nothing too heavy. If I hit heavy, I have to back down. I simply won't stumble through another week as I did this one. I'm not sure God needed a break, I think that was just a gift for us, an example to follow. I've got to take it. Amazing though. I really thought I was going to stumble and hit the dirt for a week or two. I did stumble, I just didn't stay down... more than once. All good, very deliciously good. Later.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Fooled you, and me.
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I did rest a bit, with the ac running. I tried to sleep, and could have made it. I set the alarm for 21:00, if with a nagging feeling... that wouldn't work. Then I remembered I hadn't turned the laundry over. With front loading washing machines, you really can't leave damp clothes in there. Once the mold gets into the rubber gasket, you might as well buy new or just get used to the stench of it. So, I got up, to at least fix that. I decided not to go back to bed. Besides, the cough wasn't that bad... just uncomfortable... as was the seeming airlessness.
Since, I finished the kitchen, neatness wise, then swept the kitchen, and other areas, again. Then to mopping, just the bathroom and niche area, as there is too much furniture otherwise to make sense of things. I have mopped both of those areas twice, then just finished running a clean rinse over them. I've got the timer set for an hour. If those areas are dry then, I'll move the furniture into the niche and mop the kitchen, twice, then do a clear finish. I hate tacky floors. The only way to fix that is to clear rinse. Two cleaning mops is required if you... don't mop often enough. I hope to have the kitchen and other areas, sorted by bedtime, with the exception of putting the area rug back down. I want to take that out, put it over the line, and beat it with a stick, or two by four, or some such. But not tonight. Even then, I'll probably end up vacuuming it, and when I steam vac the living room, I'll hit that too.
Yeah, lungs are still a bit quirky. Deep breaths can tickle in a not so pleasant way. I am bushed. But I will be done with those areas and can just start in on the living room Monday. I was so close, I didn't want to have to redo, again, again. Just a few days, and the girls have kicked out more stuff. Bleh. Yeah, that means I'll have to sweep before putting the area rug down, but that it is mopped means that should be much smoother. Tomorrow a little cooking, but mostly resting. Sunday might see some minor tinkering, but again, mostly resting. No exercise, and nothing that burns too much energy of one sort or another. Might be a good day for gaming... haven't done that in a long time.
I still have work to do, but I won't be checking back in. So, good night, for sure. I hope I've worn you out enough to sleep well. That'll make two of us. Yeah, good night and rest well.
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I did rest a bit, with the ac running. I tried to sleep, and could have made it. I set the alarm for 21:00, if with a nagging feeling... that wouldn't work. Then I remembered I hadn't turned the laundry over. With front loading washing machines, you really can't leave damp clothes in there. Once the mold gets into the rubber gasket, you might as well buy new or just get used to the stench of it. So, I got up, to at least fix that. I decided not to go back to bed. Besides, the cough wasn't that bad... just uncomfortable... as was the seeming airlessness.
Since, I finished the kitchen, neatness wise, then swept the kitchen, and other areas, again. Then to mopping, just the bathroom and niche area, as there is too much furniture otherwise to make sense of things. I have mopped both of those areas twice, then just finished running a clean rinse over them. I've got the timer set for an hour. If those areas are dry then, I'll move the furniture into the niche and mop the kitchen, twice, then do a clear finish. I hate tacky floors. The only way to fix that is to clear rinse. Two cleaning mops is required if you... don't mop often enough. I hope to have the kitchen and other areas, sorted by bedtime, with the exception of putting the area rug back down. I want to take that out, put it over the line, and beat it with a stick, or two by four, or some such. But not tonight. Even then, I'll probably end up vacuuming it, and when I steam vac the living room, I'll hit that too.
Yeah, lungs are still a bit quirky. Deep breaths can tickle in a not so pleasant way. I am bushed. But I will be done with those areas and can just start in on the living room Monday. I was so close, I didn't want to have to redo, again, again. Just a few days, and the girls have kicked out more stuff. Bleh. Yeah, that means I'll have to sweep before putting the area rug down, but that it is mopped means that should be much smoother. Tomorrow a little cooking, but mostly resting. Sunday might see some minor tinkering, but again, mostly resting. No exercise, and nothing that burns too much energy of one sort or another. Might be a good day for gaming... haven't done that in a long time.
I still have work to do, but I won't be checking back in. So, good night, for sure. I hope I've worn you out enough to sleep well. That'll make two of us. Yeah, good night and rest well.
Push till you lung out?
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Yeah, that seems to be the plan for now. Until the lungs pull through. Well, even more. Push it until the lungs fail, and then I run out of air besides. It's working for me, so hush.
I didn't finish with the kitchen, but very close. Dishes are soaking. The laundry should be done, so I'll put that in the dryer for when I wake. Just a partial fluff dry, enough that if I forget they won't get too gnarly, yet not enough so wrinkles set too deeply. Yeah, I learn a few things from time to time. Tricks. When you are on gimp time, you gotta learn to stretch things, try to make the picture fit the puzzle, or the other way around, when just doing it all at once isn't possible.
I'll crash for a while, then hit it fresh when I wake. Hopefully I'll be awake before the day turns into Saturday. I really have to take the weekends off. Though I can push that to the minute. Which, if it works out, might mean I can get... yeah... probably not. But I will be ready to finish Monday. I might even be able to get hiking in. I'll just have to see. The lungs are getting a bit better, lasting longer. And I did put the weight vest on for an hour. What is getting me is that there is always more to do than what the crow's view might show. Dig down a bit, and you find extra work... if you mean to do it right it means the job takes longer. I am down to the floor though. I just need to clean and sweep that, then sweep the off areas and mop those, then when those dry mop the kitchen. Plus I caught up on the other daily, normal, usual, tasks... or am in the process.
I'll take it. Heck of a two weeks, and more. Lungs are ticklish and I am all out of air and time for this period. Good... night... give or take.
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Yeah, that seems to be the plan for now. Until the lungs pull through. Well, even more. Push it until the lungs fail, and then I run out of air besides. It's working for me, so hush.
I didn't finish with the kitchen, but very close. Dishes are soaking. The laundry should be done, so I'll put that in the dryer for when I wake. Just a partial fluff dry, enough that if I forget they won't get too gnarly, yet not enough so wrinkles set too deeply. Yeah, I learn a few things from time to time. Tricks. When you are on gimp time, you gotta learn to stretch things, try to make the picture fit the puzzle, or the other way around, when just doing it all at once isn't possible.
I'll crash for a while, then hit it fresh when I wake. Hopefully I'll be awake before the day turns into Saturday. I really have to take the weekends off. Though I can push that to the minute. Which, if it works out, might mean I can get... yeah... probably not. But I will be ready to finish Monday. I might even be able to get hiking in. I'll just have to see. The lungs are getting a bit better, lasting longer. And I did put the weight vest on for an hour. What is getting me is that there is always more to do than what the crow's view might show. Dig down a bit, and you find extra work... if you mean to do it right it means the job takes longer. I am down to the floor though. I just need to clean and sweep that, then sweep the off areas and mop those, then when those dry mop the kitchen. Plus I caught up on the other daily, normal, usual, tasks... or am in the process.
I'll take it. Heck of a two weeks, and more. Lungs are ticklish and I am all out of air and time for this period. Good... night... give or take.
Yeah, I'm getting there.
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After waking, I hit it. I decided to wear the weight vest, at 40 pounds, while working in the kitchen, until I needed a break. I wore the vest for an hour, worked for half an hour. Yeah, it's probably pushing it, but I don't hurt anymore, and pain isn't something you can remember. So... I took a break and am about to hit the kitchen again. I might toss a load of laundry in before... maybe... finishing the kitchen. That's the goal with this next run. Just a bunch of little crap, but so many little things. Annoying, detail work, you know? If I can finish, I'll sweep the areas to be mopped before closing down for another break. Maybe mopping while I am at it.
If I do get that, then I will be in good shape. Next work shift, I'll vacate the kitchen, sweep, then mop that area. If I get that done, and have some juice, I'll begin tinkering with the stick-anchor. I still hope to lift weights before the day is done. Some of it has been pushing, especially the weight vest work, some of it has been pretty easy. This next bit should be on the easier side. Look Ma, no vest. It's nice when I get to take that off. Gah! I had hoped to get the Christmas lights down. Sounds easy, and it is, but... probably not today. Maybe Monday... nah... Tuesday. I want to get into the living room Monday, don't want to be slowed down or sidetracked this time.
On the good side, I have meats ready for the grill this evening. Just a bit. It'll mean I can take Saturday more off than I had thought, Sunday too. I need a more serious downtime this weekend, and will take it if I earn it. Lungs are good, body is a bet pushed to limits but doing okay, I think I am back on track. Which is why I risked the vest, and am hoping to risk lifting weights later. Gotta keep it in the working zone, if away from the red line. Only one way to figure that out, and it is a moving target. Should be increasing, until I hit a crash zone. Then it's about backing off just enough to rest just enough to figure out how to fix then go all over again. One hurdle survived, on to the next. Later.
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After waking, I hit it. I decided to wear the weight vest, at 40 pounds, while working in the kitchen, until I needed a break. I wore the vest for an hour, worked for half an hour. Yeah, it's probably pushing it, but I don't hurt anymore, and pain isn't something you can remember. So... I took a break and am about to hit the kitchen again. I might toss a load of laundry in before... maybe... finishing the kitchen. That's the goal with this next run. Just a bunch of little crap, but so many little things. Annoying, detail work, you know? If I can finish, I'll sweep the areas to be mopped before closing down for another break. Maybe mopping while I am at it.
If I do get that, then I will be in good shape. Next work shift, I'll vacate the kitchen, sweep, then mop that area. If I get that done, and have some juice, I'll begin tinkering with the stick-anchor. I still hope to lift weights before the day is done. Some of it has been pushing, especially the weight vest work, some of it has been pretty easy. This next bit should be on the easier side. Look Ma, no vest. It's nice when I get to take that off. Gah! I had hoped to get the Christmas lights down. Sounds easy, and it is, but... probably not today. Maybe Monday... nah... Tuesday. I want to get into the living room Monday, don't want to be slowed down or sidetracked this time.
On the good side, I have meats ready for the grill this evening. Just a bit. It'll mean I can take Saturday more off than I had thought, Sunday too. I need a more serious downtime this weekend, and will take it if I earn it. Lungs are good, body is a bet pushed to limits but doing okay, I think I am back on track. Which is why I risked the vest, and am hoping to risk lifting weights later. Gotta keep it in the working zone, if away from the red line. Only one way to figure that out, and it is a moving target. Should be increasing, until I hit a crash zone. Then it's about backing off just enough to rest just enough to figure out how to fix then go all over again. One hurdle survived, on to the next. Later.
Awake and started.
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While making coffee for the morning, I gathered the few dishes needing washed and set those and the pot used for eggs, to soak. I suppose I could just rinse the egg pot out, I just... want to be sure. I looked over the kitchen while I was doing all that, and think I can get it knocked out in pretty short order. I had breakfast, then went back to waking up. Yeah, it just takes a while. I was a little surprised I got the dishes going. It's not just an energy thing, it's also that until I wake up, seeing what needs to be, or even could be, done is... well... often that just isn't present in me. Sure, I could see a charging bull and deal with it, but the little shit just doesn't configure in my bean, usually.
Of course, I review blogs, check a few out of the way news sources that have a better chance of hitting what is important, or close enough that I can draw a line to what is really happening, though just as often, with any news source, I keep an eye out for what is being emitted. It's often the black holes in the news that tell more than anything. They do, indeed, set out to deceive. Politicians, corp, and newsmen are in the same game, self-enrichment as the base, with deception used as a means of cover. I did run across a story that I found interesting.
It is suggested, from a major study, that hand grip strength is the best tell for longevity. A solid hand grip, and your time is predictably longer. It is more of a predictor than blood pressure readings, or... anything else. Further, it isn't just heart failure related. A strong grip means you have a better shot at simply living. Even when education, age, tobacco use, levels of activity, and some other things, are all covered, hand grip still is the best indicator of a future stroke or heart attack, or as I mentioned, other forms of death.
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While making coffee for the morning, I gathered the few dishes needing washed and set those and the pot used for eggs, to soak. I suppose I could just rinse the egg pot out, I just... want to be sure. I looked over the kitchen while I was doing all that, and think I can get it knocked out in pretty short order. I had breakfast, then went back to waking up. Yeah, it just takes a while. I was a little surprised I got the dishes going. It's not just an energy thing, it's also that until I wake up, seeing what needs to be, or even could be, done is... well... often that just isn't present in me. Sure, I could see a charging bull and deal with it, but the little shit just doesn't configure in my bean, usually.
Of course, I review blogs, check a few out of the way news sources that have a better chance of hitting what is important, or close enough that I can draw a line to what is really happening, though just as often, with any news source, I keep an eye out for what is being emitted. It's often the black holes in the news that tell more than anything. They do, indeed, set out to deceive. Politicians, corp, and newsmen are in the same game, self-enrichment as the base, with deception used as a means of cover. I did run across a story that I found interesting.
It is suggested, from a major study, that hand grip strength is the best tell for longevity. A solid hand grip, and your time is predictably longer. It is more of a predictor than blood pressure readings, or... anything else. Further, it isn't just heart failure related. A strong grip means you have a better shot at simply living. Even when education, age, tobacco use, levels of activity, and some other things, are all covered, hand grip still is the best indicator of a future stroke or heart attack, or as I mentioned, other forms of death.
No idea.
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When I finally went to sleep? I was fried well before I left town on my way home. Memory short circuits when I have gone that far. I tried to locate the time, and put it in memory. As I said though, I stopped being able to do that before I returned to pick up the charcoal. I probably looked a wee stricken. Foggy eyes, pasty paling skin, you know the look... in yourself, in others. I never caught a second wind. Ice water before bed, a bit of winding down, no food though. Just couldn't do one more damned thing. After the water, I don't remember much, even as roughly as I remember anything. All good. I need to find this place fairly often. It and pain are the clues that I am hitting the limits and then going beyond. It's the only way.
I woke at 2:00 or 3:00. In good shape. Tired, in a distant manner. Sore, but not in a place, just... sore, roughly around and about body and mind. Every muscle has just a mild sense that it has been stretched, pushed, pulled, just a bit out of kilter. But no one piece, place, or thing is more than the rest. I am guessing, just very roughly, that I went to bed somewhere between 17:00 and 19:00. My sleep it becoming pretty regular, right at eight to nine hours. Unless I end up taking two four to six hour naps in the day, but I didn't, so...
Sure, exercise has been what has been cut. And while I don't like that, it is the least functional thing. It won't always be what is cut, but this time, that was the decision. Once I get the cave in operating order, and am maintaining it, it will more often be projects that get cut. Until then, it will be exercise. Priorities.
Today, after I wake, I'll be hitting the kitchen. I am fairly close to having that about ready for mopping. Once there, I'll sweep, everything to be mopped, again, then hit the bathroom and niche with the mop. Then wait until that dries to vacate the kitchen and mop in there. I think I'll have it today... if I can squeeze the work out. I am definitely limping. Still, I think I can. If I can get to that, and feel well enough, I will hit the bench. Tomorrow I am hoping to begin digging into the living room. Oh, if I get that far, it'll be very light duty. Thankfully, much of the first part of the living room is light duty stuff... if that is the work I really hate. Organizing. Bleh.
Later.
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When I finally went to sleep? I was fried well before I left town on my way home. Memory short circuits when I have gone that far. I tried to locate the time, and put it in memory. As I said though, I stopped being able to do that before I returned to pick up the charcoal. I probably looked a wee stricken. Foggy eyes, pasty paling skin, you know the look... in yourself, in others. I never caught a second wind. Ice water before bed, a bit of winding down, no food though. Just couldn't do one more damned thing. After the water, I don't remember much, even as roughly as I remember anything. All good. I need to find this place fairly often. It and pain are the clues that I am hitting the limits and then going beyond. It's the only way.
I woke at 2:00 or 3:00. In good shape. Tired, in a distant manner. Sore, but not in a place, just... sore, roughly around and about body and mind. Every muscle has just a mild sense that it has been stretched, pushed, pulled, just a bit out of kilter. But no one piece, place, or thing is more than the rest. I am guessing, just very roughly, that I went to bed somewhere between 17:00 and 19:00. My sleep it becoming pretty regular, right at eight to nine hours. Unless I end up taking two four to six hour naps in the day, but I didn't, so...
Sure, exercise has been what has been cut. And while I don't like that, it is the least functional thing. It won't always be what is cut, but this time, that was the decision. Once I get the cave in operating order, and am maintaining it, it will more often be projects that get cut. Until then, it will be exercise. Priorities.
Today, after I wake, I'll be hitting the kitchen. I am fairly close to having that about ready for mopping. Once there, I'll sweep, everything to be mopped, again, then hit the bathroom and niche with the mop. Then wait until that dries to vacate the kitchen and mop in there. I think I'll have it today... if I can squeeze the work out. I am definitely limping. Still, I think I can. If I can get to that, and feel well enough, I will hit the bench. Tomorrow I am hoping to begin digging into the living room. Oh, if I get that far, it'll be very light duty. Thankfully, much of the first part of the living room is light duty stuff... if that is the work I really hate. Organizing. Bleh.
Later.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
It took all I had.
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I wasn't sure I was going to get out. It's getting pretty warm, 70 by my thermometer outside near the door. Yeah, that's warm, for me. I am a bit worn out from fighting the lungs, too. Now I am coughing from time to time, but it's a dry cought. It'll get back in right form before long. I didn't get everything for everything, but then I hadn't planned on doing that. I bought the parts for a stick anchor... some assembly required. I then went to the grocery store, got what I wanted and noticed a few things were on sale, things I usually use anyway, so I stocked up just a bit. Hmm... but then I realized I had to go back and pick up charcoal. I should have done that while getting the bits and pieces. I was pushing just to be out though, so. Still, I almost dumped that task. Instead, I decided not to pick up mail.
Oh, yeah, I did get the checks in, and the gifts delivered. But I was done. I still had to unpack everything though. Yeah, it was rough. One of the things I bought was ice. Goes good with water on a day like today. I also bought grapes and cherries. I believe I'll have a small bowl of the latter after I cool a bit. Then, most likely, back to bed. I'm having to use the ac already, but that's fine. I've been using the fan for a while now. And I'll need to bring the other fan down from the attic for in here. Might get another one. Fans are okay, but a bit limited. Hmm... right, and perhaps begin working on a bucket humidifier, or two. I'm just not into heat. Thankfully I can handle the cold fairly well. Those people who can't handle much variance are in real trouble in the world.
Yeah... a bit of cooling off, some cherries, and then bedtime. I'll see what I can do when I wake. I'm still limping from overdoing, but I think I can get some smaller jobs done. Trying to keep working until the weekend. Ugh. Later.
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I wasn't sure I was going to get out. It's getting pretty warm, 70 by my thermometer outside near the door. Yeah, that's warm, for me. I am a bit worn out from fighting the lungs, too. Now I am coughing from time to time, but it's a dry cought. It'll get back in right form before long. I didn't get everything for everything, but then I hadn't planned on doing that. I bought the parts for a stick anchor... some assembly required. I then went to the grocery store, got what I wanted and noticed a few things were on sale, things I usually use anyway, so I stocked up just a bit. Hmm... but then I realized I had to go back and pick up charcoal. I should have done that while getting the bits and pieces. I was pushing just to be out though, so. Still, I almost dumped that task. Instead, I decided not to pick up mail.
Oh, yeah, I did get the checks in, and the gifts delivered. But I was done. I still had to unpack everything though. Yeah, it was rough. One of the things I bought was ice. Goes good with water on a day like today. I also bought grapes and cherries. I believe I'll have a small bowl of the latter after I cool a bit. Then, most likely, back to bed. I'm having to use the ac already, but that's fine. I've been using the fan for a while now. And I'll need to bring the other fan down from the attic for in here. Might get another one. Fans are okay, but a bit limited. Hmm... right, and perhaps begin working on a bucket humidifier, or two. I'm just not into heat. Thankfully I can handle the cold fairly well. Those people who can't handle much variance are in real trouble in the world.
Yeah... a bit of cooling off, some cherries, and then bedtime. I'll see what I can do when I wake. I'm still limping from overdoing, but I think I can get some smaller jobs done. Trying to keep working until the weekend. Ugh. Later.
Wonderful.
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While I didn't get any work done in the midnight to 6:00 shift, I seem to have taken care of the wet lungs and balanced hydration. The extra dose, then two thirty six ounce doses of gaterade sort of set things up. After that, two or three thirty six ouncers of water, and a lot of peeing, got it so that when I went to bed I was feeling more alive and breathing better. Waking about an hour ago, on an even keel ensured what I suspected. My guts still hurt from coughing as if I had been in a sparring match, with both hands tied behind my back. And I still cough, now and again. Just not constantly, or that deep into my gut and lungs.
I'll get a shower and bath in, then get going on some of my projects. I will be checking the mail, delivering gifts, dropping off the checks, shopping at both places, and then seeing how I am doing. If I still have mojo, I'll hit the kitchen, perhaps cook just a bit of meat for the rest of the week, and call it a day. I am hoping, at the very least, to cook. I'll just have to see when I finish with the rest. Yes, push, when I can. Gotta breath to push though. Ah, but I figured out one of the problems I may end up facing, from time to time. A little extra this, a little extra that, and... voila!
As for the pain? All good. This is minor stuff. But figuring it out will allow me to push into more severe forms of suffering. I won't get far just going up to pain, even to me severe pain, then backing off. Unless I make it to corporeal failure, from time to time, I am not going to make it. The escape trajectory is a monster climb. I'm going to have to be beating my body into submission, even drowning in what feels like failure, until I am used to that and able to fight right on through. That's just the way it goes. So, yeah, I enjoyed. More so that I figured it out, still tried to cut through down to a burnout, then figured out how to get past that. One down shift was all, and in that I was playing doctor, chemist, athlete, right over the failure. Now to get a bit more pushy about working on through failures. It'll take some time and new experience. And I really don't want to kill myself, so... taking some care until I see how, and what, works, is best.
Bath, shower... hmm... might shave first while I am at it. I feel like a puppy all over again! Later.
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While I didn't get any work done in the midnight to 6:00 shift, I seem to have taken care of the wet lungs and balanced hydration. The extra dose, then two thirty six ounce doses of gaterade sort of set things up. After that, two or three thirty six ouncers of water, and a lot of peeing, got it so that when I went to bed I was feeling more alive and breathing better. Waking about an hour ago, on an even keel ensured what I suspected. My guts still hurt from coughing as if I had been in a sparring match, with both hands tied behind my back. And I still cough, now and again. Just not constantly, or that deep into my gut and lungs.
I'll get a shower and bath in, then get going on some of my projects. I will be checking the mail, delivering gifts, dropping off the checks, shopping at both places, and then seeing how I am doing. If I still have mojo, I'll hit the kitchen, perhaps cook just a bit of meat for the rest of the week, and call it a day. I am hoping, at the very least, to cook. I'll just have to see when I finish with the rest. Yes, push, when I can. Gotta breath to push though. Ah, but I figured out one of the problems I may end up facing, from time to time. A little extra this, a little extra that, and... voila!
As for the pain? All good. This is minor stuff. But figuring it out will allow me to push into more severe forms of suffering. I won't get far just going up to pain, even to me severe pain, then backing off. Unless I make it to corporeal failure, from time to time, I am not going to make it. The escape trajectory is a monster climb. I'm going to have to be beating my body into submission, even drowning in what feels like failure, until I am used to that and able to fight right on through. That's just the way it goes. So, yeah, I enjoyed. More so that I figured it out, still tried to cut through down to a burnout, then figured out how to get past that. One down shift was all, and in that I was playing doctor, chemist, athlete, right over the failure. Now to get a bit more pushy about working on through failures. It'll take some time and new experience. And I really don't want to kill myself, so... taking some care until I see how, and what, works, is best.
Bath, shower... hmm... might shave first while I am at it. I feel like a puppy all over again! Later.
While waking I like to brainstorm.
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Sometimes I hit areas that I am directly working, such as tricks, hints, and alternative methods for gearing a kayak. Other times I hit other areas of general or specific intent or concern. This morning, I was on about scurvy. Yes, you have it right. A dread disease that, for the most part, in the Western world, is gone. It wasn't absolutely specific, my research, to scurvy... as it turns out. Their are many diseases that have gone away, due to good nutrition. Nice and all, but what if a garden is not possible in a grid down, or extended backwoods situation? How does one tend vitamin and mineral supplementation?
Currently I consume a slurry of vitamins. I won't say they are extremely effective. I will only say that life has improved with them. They do have a rather short shelf life, and there is some doubt about how much gets into the body even so. Though, to be absolutely honest, researchers seem to be coming to the conclusion that you really aren't what you eat. Consume lots of fats? If it's a healthy fat, honestly, you lose weight and drop fat from your body. Of course, assuming you are eating the right amounts of it, proportionally, to your body. And exercising, burning calories, in proportion to your particular bodies needs. Further, one shoe definitely does not fit all bodies. As with the weather man on your news channel or station... take a general read from him, but for spot on accuracy, look out your own window. Perhaps track barometric pressure for a day. Same with nutrition.
So, really, there isn't a silver bullet. Not from pills, not from food. You sort of have to calibrate yourself. Though, honestly, the only people who really have that kind of access to nutrition and physical fitness tables are athletes. Most husbands do not tinker with food. Most wives do not track their daily caloric burn, or that of their families. Nor can most. It's all give or take. Still, there are better and worse general options. Mine, so far, has been vitamins. And, I will probably continue with those. However, I may begin adding another option. Sprouting seed.
Sprouts aren't new to me, not exactly. Beside having eaten those, offered by women in my past... and more recently tried that with wheat berries on my own... I have heard of these things. When I saw the option, I really couldn't put much together about it all. I don't know more than, say, how to sprout one type of seed. Hmm, I will be considering adding that to my diet again, as well, come to think of it. But for other types of seed, I know very little. I am currently digging to find out about longer term storage for those seeds, whether that is possible, what the limits might be, and such. It would be good to be able to have seeds I could sprout, with a shelf life of at least a couple years. In Alaska, I would have to figure out how to keep them from freezing, should I be out for days to a week. Though I want to learn that trick for more than just seeds. Batteries are good to have, but a long freeze would kill them too.
Yes, I'm trying to put together a plan, and implement parts of it as I go. If sprouts checks out as a potential vitamin and mineral source, I may well begin putting that into practice, working up a dose/mix, and begin eating that. If it works well enough, I might even cut some of the pill forms of vitamins. Everything is poison at a high enough dose, mind you. Still, having pill backups for when I can't sprout isn't a bad plan. Yeah... I'm really putting some effort into this program. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Even with the lung thing, I'll get around, past, through, over, or under that block before long. Pacing would help, but so would the right foods. Later.
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Sometimes I hit areas that I am directly working, such as tricks, hints, and alternative methods for gearing a kayak. Other times I hit other areas of general or specific intent or concern. This morning, I was on about scurvy. Yes, you have it right. A dread disease that, for the most part, in the Western world, is gone. It wasn't absolutely specific, my research, to scurvy... as it turns out. Their are many diseases that have gone away, due to good nutrition. Nice and all, but what if a garden is not possible in a grid down, or extended backwoods situation? How does one tend vitamin and mineral supplementation?
Currently I consume a slurry of vitamins. I won't say they are extremely effective. I will only say that life has improved with them. They do have a rather short shelf life, and there is some doubt about how much gets into the body even so. Though, to be absolutely honest, researchers seem to be coming to the conclusion that you really aren't what you eat. Consume lots of fats? If it's a healthy fat, honestly, you lose weight and drop fat from your body. Of course, assuming you are eating the right amounts of it, proportionally, to your body. And exercising, burning calories, in proportion to your particular bodies needs. Further, one shoe definitely does not fit all bodies. As with the weather man on your news channel or station... take a general read from him, but for spot on accuracy, look out your own window. Perhaps track barometric pressure for a day. Same with nutrition.
So, really, there isn't a silver bullet. Not from pills, not from food. You sort of have to calibrate yourself. Though, honestly, the only people who really have that kind of access to nutrition and physical fitness tables are athletes. Most husbands do not tinker with food. Most wives do not track their daily caloric burn, or that of their families. Nor can most. It's all give or take. Still, there are better and worse general options. Mine, so far, has been vitamins. And, I will probably continue with those. However, I may begin adding another option. Sprouting seed.
Sprouts aren't new to me, not exactly. Beside having eaten those, offered by women in my past... and more recently tried that with wheat berries on my own... I have heard of these things. When I saw the option, I really couldn't put much together about it all. I don't know more than, say, how to sprout one type of seed. Hmm, I will be considering adding that to my diet again, as well, come to think of it. But for other types of seed, I know very little. I am currently digging to find out about longer term storage for those seeds, whether that is possible, what the limits might be, and such. It would be good to be able to have seeds I could sprout, with a shelf life of at least a couple years. In Alaska, I would have to figure out how to keep them from freezing, should I be out for days to a week. Though I want to learn that trick for more than just seeds. Batteries are good to have, but a long freeze would kill them too.
Yes, I'm trying to put together a plan, and implement parts of it as I go. If sprouts checks out as a potential vitamin and mineral source, I may well begin putting that into practice, working up a dose/mix, and begin eating that. If it works well enough, I might even cut some of the pill forms of vitamins. Everything is poison at a high enough dose, mind you. Still, having pill backups for when I can't sprout isn't a bad plan. Yeah... I'm really putting some effort into this program. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Even with the lung thing, I'll get around, past, through, over, or under that block before long. Pacing would help, but so would the right foods. Later.
Midnight.
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Yeah, well, I wake when I wake, I guess. And then I will do what I can. My lungs are feeling better. I can now take breaths deep enough that it flexes my ribcage enough to just tickle-hurt the muscles. That's a good thing, or better than the option most recently available. For the last few days, filling my lungs half full would commit me to a few minutes of coughing, I presume in an attempt to flush fluids. My lungs aren't completely dry, even so. But I am not perpetually at the level of coughing. Now just once in a while. Unfortunately, my body itself is super-dehydrated. Not sure how I will work with this kink, exactly. I'll be upping my daily dose, not doubling, going forward. And I am backing down just that bit, or more as needed, until I find some kind of middle ground. Most likely, I am simply going to have to suffer through it, hoping to eventually get past it or simple be able to deal with it.
Heavier exercise is off for the week. I need to see how this is going to go. Limping to the weekend finish line is just about what I can do. Though, this is into the third week without a real single true day off. Not bad, truly. I would like to do some cleaning, if I am awake for sure. Shopping in the morning, plus check and gift delivery, plus collecting my mail. First I do need to hydrate a bit. I keep some gaterade around just for this. I may have pickle juice too... it's actually far superior, if I have it. Though, at this point, I probably need a bit too much to depend on either alone. Ah... I'll definitely add pickles to my shopping list. I rarely eat the pickles, but the juice, for me, is unparalleled as to hydrating a parched body. I prefer the juice with big hearty chunks of garlic, dill seed, and other gunk. Don't know that those things help, they just add texture which I simply enjoy. An half cup, to cup, of that, and no matter how dry I am, it gets me back into moisture by the next day, or within eight hours if I have to be awake.
So... on light duty, the goal is to finish off the back areas of my cave by Friday. If I finish sooner, then on to the living room. Either way, Saturday and Sunday need to be taken off, cleanly. I need rest, real rest, and then to make that a regular and sure thing. Perhaps Monday I will begin putting exercise back into the lineup. Not optimal, not how the plans were set, but then I knew failure was not just possible, but probable, and I pushed well beyond indicators. And I am still doing something. I'll take it. A learning event. I am still getting stronger. Ah, more fluid. Thirsty! Need ice, but it's on the list. Later.
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Yeah, well, I wake when I wake, I guess. And then I will do what I can. My lungs are feeling better. I can now take breaths deep enough that it flexes my ribcage enough to just tickle-hurt the muscles. That's a good thing, or better than the option most recently available. For the last few days, filling my lungs half full would commit me to a few minutes of coughing, I presume in an attempt to flush fluids. My lungs aren't completely dry, even so. But I am not perpetually at the level of coughing. Now just once in a while. Unfortunately, my body itself is super-dehydrated. Not sure how I will work with this kink, exactly. I'll be upping my daily dose, not doubling, going forward. And I am backing down just that bit, or more as needed, until I find some kind of middle ground. Most likely, I am simply going to have to suffer through it, hoping to eventually get past it or simple be able to deal with it.
Heavier exercise is off for the week. I need to see how this is going to go. Limping to the weekend finish line is just about what I can do. Though, this is into the third week without a real single true day off. Not bad, truly. I would like to do some cleaning, if I am awake for sure. Shopping in the morning, plus check and gift delivery, plus collecting my mail. First I do need to hydrate a bit. I keep some gaterade around just for this. I may have pickle juice too... it's actually far superior, if I have it. Though, at this point, I probably need a bit too much to depend on either alone. Ah... I'll definitely add pickles to my shopping list. I rarely eat the pickles, but the juice, for me, is unparalleled as to hydrating a parched body. I prefer the juice with big hearty chunks of garlic, dill seed, and other gunk. Don't know that those things help, they just add texture which I simply enjoy. An half cup, to cup, of that, and no matter how dry I am, it gets me back into moisture by the next day, or within eight hours if I have to be awake.
So... on light duty, the goal is to finish off the back areas of my cave by Friday. If I finish sooner, then on to the living room. Either way, Saturday and Sunday need to be taken off, cleanly. I need rest, real rest, and then to make that a regular and sure thing. Perhaps Monday I will begin putting exercise back into the lineup. Not optimal, not how the plans were set, but then I knew failure was not just possible, but probable, and I pushed well beyond indicators. And I am still doing something. I'll take it. A learning event. I am still getting stronger. Ah, more fluid. Thirsty! Need ice, but it's on the list. Later.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Walking pneumonia?
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No, but it's beginning to feel like it. What has happened is I have caused wet lung. It's not nearly as bad as it was when I went into the hospital that first time with it, where I was persistently panting. But it isn't good either. Water pills, eventually, worked that out. They have worked, until now, to solve that problem. Either I am causing extra fluid to dump from the heart or drinking more fluid, or just not voiding enough, so that my lungs are getting very wet. I took an extra dose this afternoon, just a bit ago though. And I will be increasing my dose tomorrow. Tons of snot, coughing from wet lungs, and some minor breathing impairment, is what is happening. Meaning I have become extra tired.
No, I didn't make it to the trail. After the shower and a few other tidbits, I ended up back in bed. I woke for supper, but may go back to bed again. Just a kink in the plans, one of many that I knew could happen, and will have to figure out. I'm not quitting, just... backing off a bit more while experimenting with the medications to cover the flaws. Too tired to do more than eat supper and then probably go back to bed again for a bit, taking night meds as I go. I'll see if I can hit the kitchen when I wake. I'll back off exercise until the extra fluid has been dealt with. Hopefully a little work each day until this weekend, then I will take some serious downtime. No complaints, I'm working with a nearly dead body. There had to be some problems, especially trying to push through for two weeks without any real days off. At least at this stage of quickening. It was fun while it lasted. Haven't lived, worked, and played like that for decades.
Oh, I'll tell you, that bath and shower combo is one of the finest things I have enjoyed in a very long time. Since I'm slowing down on purpose, I may do another of those tomorrow. Oh, and I may pull out the french braid videos and begin working on that, as a downtime thing, along with continuing with the kitchen, bath, and niche area cleaning. That I can do in small enough bits, as needed. Great, beside that ticklishly annoying cough and wet lungs, I know have the hiccups! Bleh. I'll survive. Later.
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Nice! I think that extra dose of water pill is clearing things up. I'm still down from tough breathing, and I'll want to drink a good load of water to make sure... well... that everything continues to work, and then works through to a balance... extreme dehydration isn't better than extreme hydration. Balance. Just an half hour after taking the stuff, though, and... better. The cough, which I think was trying to removed the fluid from my lungs, has quieted a great deal. Still an itch to cough, just not a compulsion, mostly.
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No, but it's beginning to feel like it. What has happened is I have caused wet lung. It's not nearly as bad as it was when I went into the hospital that first time with it, where I was persistently panting. But it isn't good either. Water pills, eventually, worked that out. They have worked, until now, to solve that problem. Either I am causing extra fluid to dump from the heart or drinking more fluid, or just not voiding enough, so that my lungs are getting very wet. I took an extra dose this afternoon, just a bit ago though. And I will be increasing my dose tomorrow. Tons of snot, coughing from wet lungs, and some minor breathing impairment, is what is happening. Meaning I have become extra tired.
No, I didn't make it to the trail. After the shower and a few other tidbits, I ended up back in bed. I woke for supper, but may go back to bed again. Just a kink in the plans, one of many that I knew could happen, and will have to figure out. I'm not quitting, just... backing off a bit more while experimenting with the medications to cover the flaws. Too tired to do more than eat supper and then probably go back to bed again for a bit, taking night meds as I go. I'll see if I can hit the kitchen when I wake. I'll back off exercise until the extra fluid has been dealt with. Hopefully a little work each day until this weekend, then I will take some serious downtime. No complaints, I'm working with a nearly dead body. There had to be some problems, especially trying to push through for two weeks without any real days off. At least at this stage of quickening. It was fun while it lasted. Haven't lived, worked, and played like that for decades.
Oh, I'll tell you, that bath and shower combo is one of the finest things I have enjoyed in a very long time. Since I'm slowing down on purpose, I may do another of those tomorrow. Oh, and I may pull out the french braid videos and begin working on that, as a downtime thing, along with continuing with the kitchen, bath, and niche area cleaning. That I can do in small enough bits, as needed. Great, beside that ticklishly annoying cough and wet lungs, I know have the hiccups! Bleh. I'll survive. Later.
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Nice! I think that extra dose of water pill is clearing things up. I'm still down from tough breathing, and I'll want to drink a good load of water to make sure... well... that everything continues to work, and then works through to a balance... extreme dehydration isn't better than extreme hydration. Balance. Just an half hour after taking the stuff, though, and... better. The cough, which I think was trying to removed the fluid from my lungs, has quieted a great deal. Still an itch to cough, just not a compulsion, mostly.
I did say I was going to slow down.
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After breakfast and medicine, I collected my checkbook and got busy. I don't think I'll be going to Alaska next summer, but you never know. So I filled out checks to past when I would return from a summer visit. Just in case. I also made a grocery list. I didn't put down the stuff for the pole anchor. Other than a dowel and a huge nail or sharpened bolt, the rest of the stuff is needed for a sun block top anyway. I'm not sure which shopping I will do today, if any.
I then went to take a shower, but all my cast was in there. It was all somewhat rusted, but with lots of fats in there. My very bad. That was a heck of a mess to tend before then being even able to take a shower, then bath. Usually I heat the pans, then get the fat out with a paper towel, THEN soak in medium hot water before using steel wool to clean and a paper towel to dry. It was a project that got lost on my way to the burn, then didn't get done until today. As the kitchen was getting messed with, it was found and finally found itself right in the way. All good. Otherwise it would have been... a while again... before I would have got to it. After I dry them out and set them up, I should be ready for bacon once in a while.
I'm going to just air dry for an hour or two, have a pair, and slowly dress so as to be on the trail by 14:00 or so. If I shop, I'll do that on the way back. Same, actually, with the gifts, dropping off the checks, and checking my mail. Later, always later... on days like this. I have a good shot at some of it. Checks, gifts, and at least one shopping run should happen, beside the hike. Later.
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After breakfast and medicine, I collected my checkbook and got busy. I don't think I'll be going to Alaska next summer, but you never know. So I filled out checks to past when I would return from a summer visit. Just in case. I also made a grocery list. I didn't put down the stuff for the pole anchor. Other than a dowel and a huge nail or sharpened bolt, the rest of the stuff is needed for a sun block top anyway. I'm not sure which shopping I will do today, if any.
I then went to take a shower, but all my cast was in there. It was all somewhat rusted, but with lots of fats in there. My very bad. That was a heck of a mess to tend before then being even able to take a shower, then bath. Usually I heat the pans, then get the fat out with a paper towel, THEN soak in medium hot water before using steel wool to clean and a paper towel to dry. It was a project that got lost on my way to the burn, then didn't get done until today. As the kitchen was getting messed with, it was found and finally found itself right in the way. All good. Otherwise it would have been... a while again... before I would have got to it. After I dry them out and set them up, I should be ready for bacon once in a while.
I'm going to just air dry for an hour or two, have a pair, and slowly dress so as to be on the trail by 14:00 or so. If I shop, I'll do that on the way back. Same, actually, with the gifts, dropping off the checks, and checking my mail. Later, always later... on days like this. I have a good shot at some of it. Checks, gifts, and at least one shopping run should happen, beside the hike. Later.
Still on the edge.
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I have pushed too far. As I mentioned, that doesn't mean I am going to stop. I am simply going to take things a little more slowly. I couldn't sleep until about 1:00. I thought about setting the alarm, but with such a long "nap" yesterday but combined with overdoing things, I didn't want to over or under sleep. I figured I would wake when it was right, which turned out to be at about 5:00.
I almost started in on housework. That won't happen today, not as a first thing. Instead I had breakfast and medicine, watched an episode of one of the shows I now have on tap, plus coffee. I will be taking it easy this morning. The only thing I want to do before heading out later in the morning is to take a shower, then bath, and get checks written out for utilities. I found extra checks last night, but was running out of steam beyond that. I'll write out about a year in advance, put them in an envelope, and put them in the paybox as I leave town. I suppose I could check my mail, either as I go or more likely on my way back.
My pack is rigged to go. I know I wanted to do some shopping, I just can't remember what I wanted. One thing I was considering outright buying I have now decided to just make... a pole anchor. I know what I need for that, some of it I have though too. Fresh fruit would be good. I have been eating one piece each day, for either breakfast of lunch. Nothing fancy, but it works. The rest I will need to check on previous posts and whatever I might have put in my smartphone on the list already. Shopping will be after the hike. Just what I can do. I'll be back in town at least one more time this week.
I have to go a bit slower. I don't mind pushing, but vomiting is not going to help. Dehydration and some other things would become a problem. I remember football camp and basketball practice for the first few weeks, as a freshman and sophomore... By the junior and senior years, between doing my own prep for those, and perhaps being a little more mature of body, were better. Then again, in the service. Don't remember where or what, but yeah... I remember working to, and through, vomiting. It's been a while since I pushed that hard. My body wouldn't let me. Something has changed. Motive? That is only a small part of it. Something else... it's in the air? Maybe. But my body is in better shape. Still, the goal isn't to keep the motor on the redline. Nice to see I can hit it, as little as that took mind you. But now I need to ease off to find a sustainable use rate, then keep and expand that. A bit longer this time, a bit higher the next, just keeping it going until something cracks open or breaks, then dealing with that.
Hiking... From near the first, hopefully to the third, dam. And back, of course. Then a bit of shopping. On my way out, I will do two things... deliver utility checks and deliver a small gift. On the way back I will check my mail. After a good rest, maybe a nap if needed, I'll hit the kitchen a bit. Tomorrow is a day at home. I will hit the kitchen, and hopefully be ready to mop all the areas, put things back as it dries, and maybe hit the bench in the evening, or later at night after rest or sleep. I will wear the weight vest for part of tomorrow.
Who knows. Eventually I might be able to push through full days, with just a few ethical breaks for reasonable periods. Coughing my lungs up from the pushing. Not sure if that is involved with vomiting or not. Doesn't seem like it, but there are times when those seem to be connected. It's a beautiful thing, in it's own way. I'll check my bp in a few days, and blood sugars. I'm curious if any of this is even having an affect, or yet. Later.
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I have pushed too far. As I mentioned, that doesn't mean I am going to stop. I am simply going to take things a little more slowly. I couldn't sleep until about 1:00. I thought about setting the alarm, but with such a long "nap" yesterday but combined with overdoing things, I didn't want to over or under sleep. I figured I would wake when it was right, which turned out to be at about 5:00.
I almost started in on housework. That won't happen today, not as a first thing. Instead I had breakfast and medicine, watched an episode of one of the shows I now have on tap, plus coffee. I will be taking it easy this morning. The only thing I want to do before heading out later in the morning is to take a shower, then bath, and get checks written out for utilities. I found extra checks last night, but was running out of steam beyond that. I'll write out about a year in advance, put them in an envelope, and put them in the paybox as I leave town. I suppose I could check my mail, either as I go or more likely on my way back.
My pack is rigged to go. I know I wanted to do some shopping, I just can't remember what I wanted. One thing I was considering outright buying I have now decided to just make... a pole anchor. I know what I need for that, some of it I have though too. Fresh fruit would be good. I have been eating one piece each day, for either breakfast of lunch. Nothing fancy, but it works. The rest I will need to check on previous posts and whatever I might have put in my smartphone on the list already. Shopping will be after the hike. Just what I can do. I'll be back in town at least one more time this week.
I have to go a bit slower. I don't mind pushing, but vomiting is not going to help. Dehydration and some other things would become a problem. I remember football camp and basketball practice for the first few weeks, as a freshman and sophomore... By the junior and senior years, between doing my own prep for those, and perhaps being a little more mature of body, were better. Then again, in the service. Don't remember where or what, but yeah... I remember working to, and through, vomiting. It's been a while since I pushed that hard. My body wouldn't let me. Something has changed. Motive? That is only a small part of it. Something else... it's in the air? Maybe. But my body is in better shape. Still, the goal isn't to keep the motor on the redline. Nice to see I can hit it, as little as that took mind you. But now I need to ease off to find a sustainable use rate, then keep and expand that. A bit longer this time, a bit higher the next, just keeping it going until something cracks open or breaks, then dealing with that.
Hiking... From near the first, hopefully to the third, dam. And back, of course. Then a bit of shopping. On my way out, I will do two things... deliver utility checks and deliver a small gift. On the way back I will check my mail. After a good rest, maybe a nap if needed, I'll hit the kitchen a bit. Tomorrow is a day at home. I will hit the kitchen, and hopefully be ready to mop all the areas, put things back as it dries, and maybe hit the bench in the evening, or later at night after rest or sleep. I will wear the weight vest for part of tomorrow.
Who knows. Eventually I might be able to push through full days, with just a few ethical breaks for reasonable periods. Coughing my lungs up from the pushing. Not sure if that is involved with vomiting or not. Doesn't seem like it, but there are times when those seem to be connected. It's a beautiful thing, in it's own way. I'll check my bp in a few days, and blood sugars. I'm curious if any of this is even having an affect, or yet. Later.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Alright, I've got to back it down just a bit.
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Reason has to be applied. While I didn't think I had done all that much today, I ended up puking a bit again today. Two out of the last three days have seen me to that. And, at some point, that will be the way of it. Actually, off and on throughout my attempt at revivification this will happen. But it does mean that I have overshot the goal a bit. Sometimes. Then I realized, I was busy all day Saturday, from through Friday night. And that even on Sunday I had not backed down. Fine.
It doesn't mean I am going to take a break now though either. I want to align weekends with off time. No break until Saturday, to a degree, but Sundays have to be a day of rest. While I won't take days off this week, I will have to limit things just a bit. Either hiking and/or weight lifting, or house work/chores/business. I can't mix and match. It seems I don't know when to stop otherwise. Saturdays I will allow light work if I have it. Cooking for sure, cleaning up after that, and maybe just a bit of picking up.
I think I decided on a nap long before I got to it. The eggs had to be, and were, peeled. Then that mess was cleared and cleaned. I had already started to vomit a bit. Never had to go to the bathroom. Just took it like a man. After the third time, I realized it would be best to rest. I thought a short nap would do, but it didn't. I wasn't awake until the call for supper came. Even then I had to push out. All good. I'll rest, read, and take bedtime medicines, then go back to sleep shortly.
Tomorrow will be a day of hiking. I don't know if I will do all that much besides. I would like to get the checks out, deliver one minor gift, and perhaps do some shopping. To ease that, tonight I will try to remember to write the checks and put them in an envelope and get the gift package parts together in one spot. Other than that, it's light duty. Oddly, I am not in pain otherwise. Rather than stiff and sore, my body is becoming simply tight. It's always been tight, but there are degrees of that. This is more like tight and inside compression clothing. Ribs are just a bit ticklish, but that will pass.
So, while I will be working through the week, I won't be pushing quite as hard as I had been setting myself up to work. Then again, I have food ready for most of the week. I'll buy some chicken, so that along with whatever meats I thaw, I can cook enough meat for the remainder of the week when I do finally pick up some charcoal. A chop, two or three pieces of chicken, or such, per night. Just meat, at night. A little salt, a little ground black pepper, maybe garlic. Simple. Pure clean food, from eggs to grain mash, to meat. Well, with veggies once in a great while, and fruit a bit more often. Simple, clean, easy, elegant... in a man way.
Ah, right... I have set up another French braiding lesson. I checked... I can still do the simple braid easily. I have about nine days before the lesson, so I am going to begin practicing with the new braid... from what I remember. I want to be able to have some of that down by the time I go in for the lesson. I am hoping to have it enough down that I get mere approval, or pass the test, when I go in. But if I am not doing it right, perhaps she can fix that. It's just a much tighter braid, holds the hair longer. And, yes, I can wash my hair with it in, if I am careful.
Well... I best get to those things before I crash. Later.
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Reason has to be applied. While I didn't think I had done all that much today, I ended up puking a bit again today. Two out of the last three days have seen me to that. And, at some point, that will be the way of it. Actually, off and on throughout my attempt at revivification this will happen. But it does mean that I have overshot the goal a bit. Sometimes. Then I realized, I was busy all day Saturday, from through Friday night. And that even on Sunday I had not backed down. Fine.
It doesn't mean I am going to take a break now though either. I want to align weekends with off time. No break until Saturday, to a degree, but Sundays have to be a day of rest. While I won't take days off this week, I will have to limit things just a bit. Either hiking and/or weight lifting, or house work/chores/business. I can't mix and match. It seems I don't know when to stop otherwise. Saturdays I will allow light work if I have it. Cooking for sure, cleaning up after that, and maybe just a bit of picking up.
I think I decided on a nap long before I got to it. The eggs had to be, and were, peeled. Then that mess was cleared and cleaned. I had already started to vomit a bit. Never had to go to the bathroom. Just took it like a man. After the third time, I realized it would be best to rest. I thought a short nap would do, but it didn't. I wasn't awake until the call for supper came. Even then I had to push out. All good. I'll rest, read, and take bedtime medicines, then go back to sleep shortly.
Tomorrow will be a day of hiking. I don't know if I will do all that much besides. I would like to get the checks out, deliver one minor gift, and perhaps do some shopping. To ease that, tonight I will try to remember to write the checks and put them in an envelope and get the gift package parts together in one spot. Other than that, it's light duty. Oddly, I am not in pain otherwise. Rather than stiff and sore, my body is becoming simply tight. It's always been tight, but there are degrees of that. This is more like tight and inside compression clothing. Ribs are just a bit ticklish, but that will pass.
So, while I will be working through the week, I won't be pushing quite as hard as I had been setting myself up to work. Then again, I have food ready for most of the week. I'll buy some chicken, so that along with whatever meats I thaw, I can cook enough meat for the remainder of the week when I do finally pick up some charcoal. A chop, two or three pieces of chicken, or such, per night. Just meat, at night. A little salt, a little ground black pepper, maybe garlic. Simple. Pure clean food, from eggs to grain mash, to meat. Well, with veggies once in a great while, and fruit a bit more often. Simple, clean, easy, elegant... in a man way.
Ah, right... I have set up another French braiding lesson. I checked... I can still do the simple braid easily. I have about nine days before the lesson, so I am going to begin practicing with the new braid... from what I remember. I want to be able to have some of that down by the time I go in for the lesson. I am hoping to have it enough down that I get mere approval, or pass the test, when I go in. But if I am not doing it right, perhaps she can fix that. It's just a much tighter braid, holds the hair longer. And, yes, I can wash my hair with it in, if I am careful.
Well... I best get to those things before I crash. Later.
Not bad.
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The mash isn't bad. I wouldn't write home about it, but it does the job. I had an half cup, maybe, while it was still warm. I boiled eggs while I was finishing that off too. Hadn't thought that I would have to peel those before I sack out. I pretty much got everything I had hoped to do, except peeling the eggs. I'll do that, then nap. I'm pretty sure I'll be to town in time to hike. Shopping has more flexibility to it, and I'll need my energy for the hike up front. Shopping can be in pieces and parts, scattered over several days, if need be. Oh, but I should get utility checks written and put in the box on my way out. So many little things, on top of the main plan.
I was a bit surprised that it all cooked together so well. I ended up adding water twice, and giving the grain, seed, and lentil fifteen extra minutes over what I had planned. It all came out just right. Not too mushy but without really chewy bits. I'll do the eggs first. Hopefully the mush will have cooled enough to be put in a container then refrigerated. I don't know if it matters, I just don't think it is right to put things like that up hot. No, I don't cook with salt, usually. I just add a bit when I eat. While I don't believe in the notion of too much salt, even for my condition, I don't want everything too heavily salted... just for my own culinary and dietary preferences. Salting while I cook, to my mind, usually just adds salt I can't really taste. Inefficient.
I best get to those eggs if I want to nap before noon. Bleh. Later.
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The mash isn't bad. I wouldn't write home about it, but it does the job. I had an half cup, maybe, while it was still warm. I boiled eggs while I was finishing that off too. Hadn't thought that I would have to peel those before I sack out. I pretty much got everything I had hoped to do, except peeling the eggs. I'll do that, then nap. I'm pretty sure I'll be to town in time to hike. Shopping has more flexibility to it, and I'll need my energy for the hike up front. Shopping can be in pieces and parts, scattered over several days, if need be. Oh, but I should get utility checks written and put in the box on my way out. So many little things, on top of the main plan.
I was a bit surprised that it all cooked together so well. I ended up adding water twice, and giving the grain, seed, and lentil fifteen extra minutes over what I had planned. It all came out just right. Not too mushy but without really chewy bits. I'll do the eggs first. Hopefully the mush will have cooled enough to be put in a container then refrigerated. I don't know if it matters, I just don't think it is right to put things like that up hot. No, I don't cook with salt, usually. I just add a bit when I eat. While I don't believe in the notion of too much salt, even for my condition, I don't want everything too heavily salted... just for my own culinary and dietary preferences. Salting while I cook, to my mind, usually just adds salt I can't really taste. Inefficient.
I best get to those eggs if I want to nap before noon. Bleh. Later.
Waking up is hard to do.
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At least I can become actually conscious very regularly. I often was always both asleep and awake at the same time, regardless if I was technically sleeping or awake. There was a difference, but it was rather slight. Those were brutal times. Life has improved a great deal. Even so, most of you would call it misery even to this point. I won't call it joyous, merely better, and much better. Sometimes coffee helps a bit, sometimes just digging in helps, sometimes, somedays, like today, I realize it is going to be a struggle all day long, or most of it. More so since I have plans.
I did dig in, lightly, already. I had to push for all of it. Which is fine, mostly. I cleaned off one of the counters, washed and dried that section, removing some of the minor appliances, putting some back so far. I need more coffee, so another pot has to go on. And I mixed the rice and lentils into an airtight bowl. I can't mix the quinoa in, as I have to thoroughly was those seeds before cooking. But I have the stuff all together, ready for the next batch. And I started the first batch. I'll give it twenty minutes, check the water level. If more is needed for another 20 minutes of cook time, I'll add it. It's a long cook, but the foods are whole... takes time. When that is done, I'll have some eggs, mush, and fresh coffee.
I cleaned the table off a bit more, gathered the trash and took it out, then to the curb. It doesn't look like it is recycling day. Still, I took the cardboard I had torn down out. I'll keep the box I had been using as a container for any other teardowns I do in the near future. I am collecting dirty dishes, and need to hit the cast iron, so have it soaking in warm/hot water until I can get to it. Probably after breakfast. Then a shower/bath combo. After that, and air drying, I may take a nap with the hopes of getting in to town for shopping and a hike. I have one gift set to deliver as well. Part of it is in the auto, hopefully I'll remember to do that on the way out or back.
I don't know after that. It depends on what shape I am in. I would like to finish the kitchen, sweep the bathroom and niche again along with the kitchen, then mop those two areas if I think I can hit the kitchen with the mop yet today. When that is done, I am going to begin figuring out where to put the microwave cart, and then move the microwave to that, to open up more counter space. Yeah... I'm not the fastest, and priorities... The mush timer is beeping. I best get to that, then... drift for the last twenty to thirty minutes of it's cook time. The whole day looks like it's going to be nothing but push. Which is fine, so long as I get what I want done. Later.
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At least I can become actually conscious very regularly. I often was always both asleep and awake at the same time, regardless if I was technically sleeping or awake. There was a difference, but it was rather slight. Those were brutal times. Life has improved a great deal. Even so, most of you would call it misery even to this point. I won't call it joyous, merely better, and much better. Sometimes coffee helps a bit, sometimes just digging in helps, sometimes, somedays, like today, I realize it is going to be a struggle all day long, or most of it. More so since I have plans.
I did dig in, lightly, already. I had to push for all of it. Which is fine, mostly. I cleaned off one of the counters, washed and dried that section, removing some of the minor appliances, putting some back so far. I need more coffee, so another pot has to go on. And I mixed the rice and lentils into an airtight bowl. I can't mix the quinoa in, as I have to thoroughly was those seeds before cooking. But I have the stuff all together, ready for the next batch. And I started the first batch. I'll give it twenty minutes, check the water level. If more is needed for another 20 minutes of cook time, I'll add it. It's a long cook, but the foods are whole... takes time. When that is done, I'll have some eggs, mush, and fresh coffee.
I cleaned the table off a bit more, gathered the trash and took it out, then to the curb. It doesn't look like it is recycling day. Still, I took the cardboard I had torn down out. I'll keep the box I had been using as a container for any other teardowns I do in the near future. I am collecting dirty dishes, and need to hit the cast iron, so have it soaking in warm/hot water until I can get to it. Probably after breakfast. Then a shower/bath combo. After that, and air drying, I may take a nap with the hopes of getting in to town for shopping and a hike. I have one gift set to deliver as well. Part of it is in the auto, hopefully I'll remember to do that on the way out or back.
I don't know after that. It depends on what shape I am in. I would like to finish the kitchen, sweep the bathroom and niche again along with the kitchen, then mop those two areas if I think I can hit the kitchen with the mop yet today. When that is done, I am going to begin figuring out where to put the microwave cart, and then move the microwave to that, to open up more counter space. Yeah... I'm not the fastest, and priorities... The mush timer is beeping. I best get to that, then... drift for the last twenty to thirty minutes of it's cook time. The whole day looks like it's going to be nothing but push. Which is fine, so long as I get what I want done. Later.
Not so much in the eye.
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I explained why I wasn't at the dinner, and that I wanted to be. I didn't mention it wasn't about getting thanks, but about sharing in that. Couldn't look him in the eye. I knew I had been pushing, and continued to push, and that is why I failed. I didn't lie, I simply had guilt. I'm a terrible liar, and worse about holding things back. Ever had a dog or cat or kid who knew when it had done something and couldn't look at you? Now, I honestly thought I could push through, and then I did get tangled in the push and ended up pushing too far, but I should have known better. Well, yeah. Still, that is the way it will be here on out. I'll never know what I can do, regarding the outside world. I just shouldn't... promise. Not anymore. I probably still will, in hubris. Sometimes I will be able to make it, sometimes not.
Down a bit before 22:00, up a bit after 2:00. I need to get the trash out, work in the kitchen as I can, get a shower/bath combo in, then probably take a nap before setting up to get to town today. Hiking. My pack is still set up. As well, I may see if any of the sporting goods stores, either of the Walmarts, or a few other places, might carry a stick anchor. I would like to set up the kayak again today, work on the anchor trolleys (one on each side), figure out the seats (which I may or may not be using solo), and get it all ready for a trip down the river today, tomorrow, or Wednesday. For some reason, the gps I ordered may take a full month (really?) to arrive. So, if I go, I will be sticking with the buoyed river path, for now.
Then again, I had no plans of going extremely far. The first times on the water will merely be to acclimate myself to the craft and to this water. I will have some things aboard, and in the Xterra for when I get back, so the operation isn't too much strain. It may well be cool, even cold. It might be raining. I won't, on purpose, be dumping the craft. But that may very well happen. I have to be geared, in any case, so as not to lose anything. Bungee cords, rope, waterproofed containers. Never go out assuming... anything. Less so with certain craft. Plan for the worst, hope for the best.
My sleep cycle is off. I am awake, then not. This part I don't mind so much. It's when I get stuck in the middle, as happened a good part of yesterday afternoon. Couldn't do even much like work. A bit, but no focus. I couldn't nap, just wasn't in there. I couldn't really read, lack of focus again. I did wear the weight vest for a couple of hours. I think that actually helped, a bit for a bit.
Yes, I will get the trash collected and out by 6:00, I am hoping. Spending the time in between waking and maybe doing some other light tasks, though mostly just trying to wake. Medicines... I'll take those right away. I just had a pear, I'll have three eggs later, then a few more for lunch. I need to thaw meat, buy charcoal and cook meat tonight, boil more eggs... three dozen will get me through the week, and then figure out the grain mush. Hmm, with hiking, shopping, and the kitchen, I may or may not get to the boat today. I would like to have the last things I want for anchorage, and make sure I can find my pdf. That may be it for the kayak.
Ugh... I do need time to wake. At least I am not sore, stiff, ill, or green. Vomit seemed to be focused on Saturday afternoon, but has not been a problem since. Still, life is getting tight. It'll never be easy again, not for the foreseeable future. It'll be three or four years before I know any kind of allowed rest again. Gotta go. And nothing before me is easy. Quickening is the hardest part, mechanically, but probably the least complicated. The rest gets downright faith based complicated. His will, my... back. Oh, don't even think I'm back-sassing. He's already done all the heavy lifting, mind you. Any sass noticed is at myself. Later.
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I explained why I wasn't at the dinner, and that I wanted to be. I didn't mention it wasn't about getting thanks, but about sharing in that. Couldn't look him in the eye. I knew I had been pushing, and continued to push, and that is why I failed. I didn't lie, I simply had guilt. I'm a terrible liar, and worse about holding things back. Ever had a dog or cat or kid who knew when it had done something and couldn't look at you? Now, I honestly thought I could push through, and then I did get tangled in the push and ended up pushing too far, but I should have known better. Well, yeah. Still, that is the way it will be here on out. I'll never know what I can do, regarding the outside world. I just shouldn't... promise. Not anymore. I probably still will, in hubris. Sometimes I will be able to make it, sometimes not.
Down a bit before 22:00, up a bit after 2:00. I need to get the trash out, work in the kitchen as I can, get a shower/bath combo in, then probably take a nap before setting up to get to town today. Hiking. My pack is still set up. As well, I may see if any of the sporting goods stores, either of the Walmarts, or a few other places, might carry a stick anchor. I would like to set up the kayak again today, work on the anchor trolleys (one on each side), figure out the seats (which I may or may not be using solo), and get it all ready for a trip down the river today, tomorrow, or Wednesday. For some reason, the gps I ordered may take a full month (really?) to arrive. So, if I go, I will be sticking with the buoyed river path, for now.
Then again, I had no plans of going extremely far. The first times on the water will merely be to acclimate myself to the craft and to this water. I will have some things aboard, and in the Xterra for when I get back, so the operation isn't too much strain. It may well be cool, even cold. It might be raining. I won't, on purpose, be dumping the craft. But that may very well happen. I have to be geared, in any case, so as not to lose anything. Bungee cords, rope, waterproofed containers. Never go out assuming... anything. Less so with certain craft. Plan for the worst, hope for the best.
My sleep cycle is off. I am awake, then not. This part I don't mind so much. It's when I get stuck in the middle, as happened a good part of yesterday afternoon. Couldn't do even much like work. A bit, but no focus. I couldn't nap, just wasn't in there. I couldn't really read, lack of focus again. I did wear the weight vest for a couple of hours. I think that actually helped, a bit for a bit.
Yes, I will get the trash collected and out by 6:00, I am hoping. Spending the time in between waking and maybe doing some other light tasks, though mostly just trying to wake. Medicines... I'll take those right away. I just had a pear, I'll have three eggs later, then a few more for lunch. I need to thaw meat, buy charcoal and cook meat tonight, boil more eggs... three dozen will get me through the week, and then figure out the grain mush. Hmm, with hiking, shopping, and the kitchen, I may or may not get to the boat today. I would like to have the last things I want for anchorage, and make sure I can find my pdf. That may be it for the kayak.
Ugh... I do need time to wake. At least I am not sore, stiff, ill, or green. Vomit seemed to be focused on Saturday afternoon, but has not been a problem since. Still, life is getting tight. It'll never be easy again, not for the foreseeable future. It'll be three or four years before I know any kind of allowed rest again. Gotta go. And nothing before me is easy. Quickening is the hardest part, mechanically, but probably the least complicated. The rest gets downright faith based complicated. His will, my... back. Oh, don't even think I'm back-sassing. He's already done all the heavy lifting, mind you. Any sass noticed is at myself. Later.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
An off and on day.
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I couldn't rest, I couldn't concentrate on anything for long. Reading, a bit of tinkering on this and that, attempts at napping with some very minor success. I did get a couple of hours in on the vest, two... or did I start more around 11:00? Anyway, yeah, I think that will work well. I feel like a baby though, with the weights I am using, with the vest bars, and all. Gotta start somewhere I suppose. If I can really crack the opening, even if I can't keep pushing immediately, I can at least be much more physically functional.
Tomorrow is a day for a hike. I didn't find a stake anchor, so I might look around... or just order from Amazon. Amazon isn't always my favorite, but sometimes it is all there is. I can't find it locally. Actually, while I did find a heavier anchor, I did not find a small folding anchor either. I do have all the rope I need, and probably mechanical furniture to install at least one trolley. Plus, honestly, I hate shopping. Especially when it is so often such a failure. Either no items are found or the price is too high. I need to remember to just call around. Especially because, once in a while, the savings buying locally can be profound.
I am going to sleep now. Absolutely done. Beside hiking, I am hoping to hit the kitchen again tomorrow, perhaps finish it off and be ready for mopping and having the three areas out there done for a while. While I am in town, I really need to remember charcoal. If I do that, then tomorrow evening I will cook meat for the week, boil three dozen eggs, and stew some sort of grain/legume mash. Just do it and be done with it. I need to food to keep up, but won't really have the time and energy for daily daily. A plan, not concrete or stone, but it'll do as general rules. Good night.
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I couldn't rest, I couldn't concentrate on anything for long. Reading, a bit of tinkering on this and that, attempts at napping with some very minor success. I did get a couple of hours in on the vest, two... or did I start more around 11:00? Anyway, yeah, I think that will work well. I feel like a baby though, with the weights I am using, with the vest bars, and all. Gotta start somewhere I suppose. If I can really crack the opening, even if I can't keep pushing immediately, I can at least be much more physically functional.
Tomorrow is a day for a hike. I didn't find a stake anchor, so I might look around... or just order from Amazon. Amazon isn't always my favorite, but sometimes it is all there is. I can't find it locally. Actually, while I did find a heavier anchor, I did not find a small folding anchor either. I do have all the rope I need, and probably mechanical furniture to install at least one trolley. Plus, honestly, I hate shopping. Especially when it is so often such a failure. Either no items are found or the price is too high. I need to remember to just call around. Especially because, once in a while, the savings buying locally can be profound.
I am going to sleep now. Absolutely done. Beside hiking, I am hoping to hit the kitchen again tomorrow, perhaps finish it off and be ready for mopping and having the three areas out there done for a while. While I am in town, I really need to remember charcoal. If I do that, then tomorrow evening I will cook meat for the week, boil three dozen eggs, and stew some sort of grain/legume mash. Just do it and be done with it. I need to food to keep up, but won't really have the time and energy for daily daily. A plan, not concrete or stone, but it'll do as general rules. Good night.
Still a bit of a rough day.
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I have definitely been pushing. And I will continue. I am just about to hit the kitchen. Not a lot of work. Clearing counters, maybe washing them. Perhaps collecting what of the dishes remain or have been used since I washed recently as well. Well, and trash, perhaps recycling. I have all boxes, save the one I am using as a container, broken down and ready to go. Well... of the boxes I had out there... the ones I have cleared and cleaned to go. There are always more boxes, it seems. Bleh. Because of little sleep and illness yesterday, I missed medicines. I am back on them today.
I am also trying something I had talked about before. I usually won't do this on the weekends, but I wanted to test it out. I am wearing the weight vest, but just at forty pounds. This part of a the vest goes up to sixty pounds, and I have another section which takes the sum up to a hundred pounds. I will, as a general rule, be wearing that around the house. Taking it off for bathroom functions of all sorts, and when I am out of the house and yard. I'm not sure that I can wear the rest of the time, but I will be using it extensively. Yeah, it... does weigh on you. I've been wearing it for two hours now. Remember, Roman soldiers, typically around 140-150 pounds, wore 80-90 pounds of armor when they marched, when they built barricades, when they constructed bridges... in scale that would be about 160-180 pounds on me. Then again, the typical legionnaire was between the ages of late teens to 40, give or take. Twenty years of service, then the good life, give or take, if you didn't piss off the wrong sort. Yeah, I may take it off for the day. Just wanted to see if forty was okay. It's okay, mostly.
I'm glad I put in a programmed mother's day post. I really would have forgotten. I was thinking it was next month. Since it popped, and I checked to make sure on top of it, I called my mother already, and sort of mid-morning. Not too much chatter, just... She knew why I was calling, the rest was fluff. I know it made her happy. Not just today, but the last few times, I've been trying to tip-toe so as to give her the last words. I didn't realize, until a few months ago, that I... was aiming at the last word. I realize I don't need it, but women seem to like it. And, at times, that is fine. So, I've been working to give her the last words. It's a little thing. Consciously or not, they notice. Drives em' nuts if you work at it. Anyway...
Later.
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I have definitely been pushing. And I will continue. I am just about to hit the kitchen. Not a lot of work. Clearing counters, maybe washing them. Perhaps collecting what of the dishes remain or have been used since I washed recently as well. Well, and trash, perhaps recycling. I have all boxes, save the one I am using as a container, broken down and ready to go. Well... of the boxes I had out there... the ones I have cleared and cleaned to go. There are always more boxes, it seems. Bleh. Because of little sleep and illness yesterday, I missed medicines. I am back on them today.
I am also trying something I had talked about before. I usually won't do this on the weekends, but I wanted to test it out. I am wearing the weight vest, but just at forty pounds. This part of a the vest goes up to sixty pounds, and I have another section which takes the sum up to a hundred pounds. I will, as a general rule, be wearing that around the house. Taking it off for bathroom functions of all sorts, and when I am out of the house and yard. I'm not sure that I can wear the rest of the time, but I will be using it extensively. Yeah, it... does weigh on you. I've been wearing it for two hours now. Remember, Roman soldiers, typically around 140-150 pounds, wore 80-90 pounds of armor when they marched, when they built barricades, when they constructed bridges... in scale that would be about 160-180 pounds on me. Then again, the typical legionnaire was between the ages of late teens to 40, give or take. Twenty years of service, then the good life, give or take, if you didn't piss off the wrong sort. Yeah, I may take it off for the day. Just wanted to see if forty was okay. It's okay, mostly.
I'm glad I put in a programmed mother's day post. I really would have forgotten. I was thinking it was next month. Since it popped, and I checked to make sure on top of it, I called my mother already, and sort of mid-morning. Not too much chatter, just... She knew why I was calling, the rest was fluff. I know it made her happy. Not just today, but the last few times, I've been trying to tip-toe so as to give her the last words. I didn't realize, until a few months ago, that I... was aiming at the last word. I realize I don't need it, but women seem to like it. And, at times, that is fine. So, I've been working to give her the last words. It's a little thing. Consciously or not, they notice. Drives em' nuts if you work at it. Anyway...
Later.
More gear.
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I price checked my next batches of gear in town. I could not find one item, the other item was more expensive. Though I was able to size something. With drybags, I had no idea what 30L, or 55L, meant. So, while I was at one of the stores, I asked if I could open them. So long as the opening wasn't destructive, I was told. Some brands were stapled in, so I left those alone. Seriously? I bet that will help maintain watertight integrity... Well, maybe not stapled, but it did have one of those plastic tags through it and into the cardboard. The other kind came out easily enough. Yeah, no. I don't need 55L. As I said, the price was quite a bit higher at the store. I meant to get right on the order when I got home, but between trying to get a nap in to be in some kind of shape for dinner, then vomiting and funky bm's, then a hurricane sleep... then a bit of time to wake, I just got to it. I went with the Garmin 78sc. Somehow I got it for a good deal less than the current listed price. Essentially making the other gear (sack, case, mount) I bought "free". Noice.
The 30L dry bag should be enough for a spare pair of footwear, up to my full sized boots, a full set of clothes including underlayering, a bit of dry food, a wool blanket, and anything I could want for a night out. I have a much smaller one as well, already, which I could use for electronics, fire/cooking kit, or general secondary use. I figure the better, but not best, and smaller, ice chest would do extremely well for fit in the canoe as well. I need to find my bungee cords and figure out the footprint and layout for my first run. And, yes, eventually, I will make sure the boat flips, so I know how to deal with that and make sure my gear stays with the kayak. I want a good couple of weeks to month of paddling and swimming before screwing with that, and I'll do it in flat, mild, water, first. Then, in time, I'll do some of that in riskier water. Pretty much up to the type of water I might be working with, but in a more controlled environment, or with someone else nearby... just in case. Yes, I mean to hit it hard. Initially, of course, soft as a babies bottom. Gotta start at the start.
I will still need to buy the inland water maps, and maybe for now the highway maps. I will be doing some traveling between now and go time. Checking waters, hiking and camping, and traveling to and fro, here and there, to find places where I can run and jump. Gosh, it's good to at least feel... believe... I might be getting back in the game... even if it is just to leave the game behind. Alive, boys and girls. And willing to take the risks, push the envelope, and whatever else it takes. Might not be pretty watching an old ogre come back to life, but I've never been in it for the pretty boy vibe. Damned good thing, too! Ugly, boys and girls, but often grinning anyway.
Later.
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I price checked my next batches of gear in town. I could not find one item, the other item was more expensive. Though I was able to size something. With drybags, I had no idea what 30L, or 55L, meant. So, while I was at one of the stores, I asked if I could open them. So long as the opening wasn't destructive, I was told. Some brands were stapled in, so I left those alone. Seriously? I bet that will help maintain watertight integrity... Well, maybe not stapled, but it did have one of those plastic tags through it and into the cardboard. The other kind came out easily enough. Yeah, no. I don't need 55L. As I said, the price was quite a bit higher at the store. I meant to get right on the order when I got home, but between trying to get a nap in to be in some kind of shape for dinner, then vomiting and funky bm's, then a hurricane sleep... then a bit of time to wake, I just got to it. I went with the Garmin 78sc. Somehow I got it for a good deal less than the current listed price. Essentially making the other gear (sack, case, mount) I bought "free". Noice.
The 30L dry bag should be enough for a spare pair of footwear, up to my full sized boots, a full set of clothes including underlayering, a bit of dry food, a wool blanket, and anything I could want for a night out. I have a much smaller one as well, already, which I could use for electronics, fire/cooking kit, or general secondary use. I figure the better, but not best, and smaller, ice chest would do extremely well for fit in the canoe as well. I need to find my bungee cords and figure out the footprint and layout for my first run. And, yes, eventually, I will make sure the boat flips, so I know how to deal with that and make sure my gear stays with the kayak. I want a good couple of weeks to month of paddling and swimming before screwing with that, and I'll do it in flat, mild, water, first. Then, in time, I'll do some of that in riskier water. Pretty much up to the type of water I might be working with, but in a more controlled environment, or with someone else nearby... just in case. Yes, I mean to hit it hard. Initially, of course, soft as a babies bottom. Gotta start at the start.
I will still need to buy the inland water maps, and maybe for now the highway maps. I will be doing some traveling between now and go time. Checking waters, hiking and camping, and traveling to and fro, here and there, to find places where I can run and jump. Gosh, it's good to at least feel... believe... I might be getting back in the game... even if it is just to leave the game behind. Alive, boys and girls. And willing to take the risks, push the envelope, and whatever else it takes. Might not be pretty watching an old ogre come back to life, but I've never been in it for the pretty boy vibe. Damned good thing, too! Ugly, boys and girls, but often grinning anyway.
Later.
Regardless of the time stamps.
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Remember, with my and many other blogs, whatever time is posted as it having gone live, due to government involvement, the time stamp is wrong. I have not been able to fix that since Zero took office and blacked out the rest of the government. Not that, even if the corruption in the election, and other processes, that sent Zero to D.C., then kept him there has been fixed (enough) at the state levels, and should that work to remove Zero and the rest of the mob squad, do I expect that to change. Republicans probably aren't going to eliminate Zerocare... they realized how lucrative that is for politicians. I wonder just where those bastards are keeping that money, because it isn't openly on the radar. Anyway, just saying, the time stamp is off, and they change that from time to time. I suppose when they are doing something terribly wrong, and fear they might get caught, they want that hour or three runtime to shut down the internet or some parts of it and... kill the "story".
With that caveat, I went to bed right at 18:00 and woke right at 02:00. All good. No, I'm not working today. Saturdays and Sundays are supposed to be my official days off. I don't mind a little light housework, if I can. I don't know if I can yet, though I think so. Nothing fancy, seriously. Picking up a few areas lightly, mostly the kitchen since that is my focus. Maybe one light load of laundry through the paces, if I have the laundry and juice. And only two or three small efforts per day. Rest. I need that if I am going to try to shove this corpse out of the grave. Well, and cooking. I would like to get a grain mash going, this time of quinoa, rice, and lentils. Next time maybe something slightly different. It's all got to cook, give or take, at about the same rate. Split peas might be another option. Not sure what else. Oh, and maybe more eggs. I have been eating three to six of those a day. I thawed chicken and other meat the other day, but maybe too long ago. Bah! I never did get charcoal. Monday. I'll toss this meat out with the trash, and thaw new to be cooked when I get home from my hike.
If I can keep to my Saturday and Sunday off, and push through that a bit, I am hoping to hit confession, and then church, more often. If I can't make weekend Church, perhaps I can make weekday sessions, and work up to an occasional weekend thing. Yeah, sure, I am burning juice and getting out. But none of it, so far, is on a schedule. Rarely even now do I make it out when I suggest. Church doesn't wait. Thems just the facts. Better, pushing, but still not better on timing. It's just, if I learn to push, sometimes the opportunity will just happen to be there. So, I'll keep my eyes open for that. If I could do church regularly, or more regularly, I would have been doing so. I can't so I don't.
I am feeling much better. Bile, or stomach acid overflow, is gone. I think it was mostly too little sleep on top of too much work, on top of... a few other things. Yeah, no. Haven't had a drop since a few sips at the burn. Push, shove, run, jump, it does get to you. My body is still a pudgy, muscle anemic, mess, but it is tightening and improving. What I have is stoning up. If I continue to eat right and work out, I will build some muscle back, and burn some fat. But I'll never be what I was. Yeah, glory days... 240, benching 550 (probably six) with a 31" waist and not able to pinch a quarter inch. Not a musclehead though. I didn't juice or junk, just did raw. Didn't look all that special, won't ever at my best. I might, however, get close to some of the physical abilities I had. We'll see. That'll take some time.
Hmm... on to waking though. I'll figure out my day as I go. Later.
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Remember, with my and many other blogs, whatever time is posted as it having gone live, due to government involvement, the time stamp is wrong. I have not been able to fix that since Zero took office and blacked out the rest of the government. Not that, even if the corruption in the election, and other processes, that sent Zero to D.C., then kept him there has been fixed (enough) at the state levels, and should that work to remove Zero and the rest of the mob squad, do I expect that to change. Republicans probably aren't going to eliminate Zerocare... they realized how lucrative that is for politicians. I wonder just where those bastards are keeping that money, because it isn't openly on the radar. Anyway, just saying, the time stamp is off, and they change that from time to time. I suppose when they are doing something terribly wrong, and fear they might get caught, they want that hour or three runtime to shut down the internet or some parts of it and... kill the "story".
With that caveat, I went to bed right at 18:00 and woke right at 02:00. All good. No, I'm not working today. Saturdays and Sundays are supposed to be my official days off. I don't mind a little light housework, if I can. I don't know if I can yet, though I think so. Nothing fancy, seriously. Picking up a few areas lightly, mostly the kitchen since that is my focus. Maybe one light load of laundry through the paces, if I have the laundry and juice. And only two or three small efforts per day. Rest. I need that if I am going to try to shove this corpse out of the grave. Well, and cooking. I would like to get a grain mash going, this time of quinoa, rice, and lentils. Next time maybe something slightly different. It's all got to cook, give or take, at about the same rate. Split peas might be another option. Not sure what else. Oh, and maybe more eggs. I have been eating three to six of those a day. I thawed chicken and other meat the other day, but maybe too long ago. Bah! I never did get charcoal. Monday. I'll toss this meat out with the trash, and thaw new to be cooked when I get home from my hike.
If I can keep to my Saturday and Sunday off, and push through that a bit, I am hoping to hit confession, and then church, more often. If I can't make weekend Church, perhaps I can make weekday sessions, and work up to an occasional weekend thing. Yeah, sure, I am burning juice and getting out. But none of it, so far, is on a schedule. Rarely even now do I make it out when I suggest. Church doesn't wait. Thems just the facts. Better, pushing, but still not better on timing. It's just, if I learn to push, sometimes the opportunity will just happen to be there. So, I'll keep my eyes open for that. If I could do church regularly, or more regularly, I would have been doing so. I can't so I don't.
I am feeling much better. Bile, or stomach acid overflow, is gone. I think it was mostly too little sleep on top of too much work, on top of... a few other things. Yeah, no. Haven't had a drop since a few sips at the burn. Push, shove, run, jump, it does get to you. My body is still a pudgy, muscle anemic, mess, but it is tightening and improving. What I have is stoning up. If I continue to eat right and work out, I will build some muscle back, and burn some fat. But I'll never be what I was. Yeah, glory days... 240, benching 550 (probably six) with a 31" waist and not able to pinch a quarter inch. Not a musclehead though. I didn't juice or junk, just did raw. Didn't look all that special, won't ever at my best. I might, however, get close to some of the physical abilities I had. We'll see. That'll take some time.
Hmm... on to waking though. I'll figure out my day as I go. Later.
No, I am going to work out.
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I'm about to start the laundry and do some of the dishes. When the laundry is done, I'll manage that then hit the weights. I'm going to hurt anyway, might as well capitalize. Then I'll finish the dishes and see what I can do in the kitchen. I'll get that bath in, as well, then sleep. Tomorrow, if I can roll out, even if roughly, I'll be in town to check on those things I want, and then take a hike, with the pack. Monday will be my first day on the water. I should have everything geared, and the anchor trolleys set up, on on each side, and three anchors... a light, a heavy, and the stick. I'll practice with each, in slower or still water, to see what the anchors do, practice where to use which, and how. [from the night I actually posted]
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I'm about to start the laundry and do some of the dishes. When the laundry is done, I'll manage that then hit the weights. I'm going to hurt anyway, might as well capitalize. Then I'll finish the dishes and see what I can do in the kitchen. I'll get that bath in, as well, then sleep. Tomorrow, if I can roll out, even if roughly, I'll be in town to check on those things I want, and then take a hike, with the pack. Monday will be my first day on the water. I should have everything geared, and the anchor trolleys set up, on on each side, and three anchors... a light, a heavy, and the stick. I'll practice with each, in slower or still water, to see what the anchors do, practice where to use which, and how. [from the night I actually posted]
Saturday, May 9, 2015
What in the world might cause that?
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I was taking a nap in order to be to a dinner this evening. One I knew was coming and had helped institute. People had pulled in to help do all the hard work, the people I know and trust locally. A punishment for... but they did it gladly. I even made it to town, in large part, to figure out some small ways of offering thanks. I laid down a few hours ago, to get some rest and be ready. I set the alarm for about 17:00. Before the alarm went off, I woke with a mouth full of bile. Well, who knows, and... you know, that CAN happen. I went on back to merry dreaming, or whatever. It happened another, then two, three, and then four more times. Okay, sleep is off, but so is dinner.
Several more times where it tried to happen since getting up. Had to choke it back, but could. I called in to let them know I was, apologetically, not going to be there. Now... what could cause that?
Well, there is the last month or two of nearly constant pushing. And I was awake all night, literally 22 hours up, then trying to take a two hour nap before going to an event. Well, and this, and that, and... oh... that. None of your bizwax, just... not tending to some things properly. So, yeah, okay, fair enough. It's just that these things don't always add up to what I am going through. Then again, usually I can't become conscious this quick, so perhaps I just don't remember? Now that's funny. Yeah, I am literally toying with pushing things so out of biological possibilities that the notion of having a stomach upset is truly... cute... or quaint... or something in those areas. Imagine pushing a gravestone aside, after having been put behind it dead, only to complain that you cut your hand a bit in the doing. Close enough. Now, I don't quite have the stone moved, mind you, not all the way. But just that I am up and at it should give some serious pause. Docs didn't believe I should be able to do what I was doing before I got my current gumption.
Never mind. I thought maybe milk, with a bit of cream, might settle my stomach. While it hasn't hurt, it hasn't helped. Not a cup, or three, but a quart of a nearly half and half mix. So I tried an apple. Nope. It's not stomach content upset, it seems, but... organ mechanics of some sort. At least I have kept the bile down the last few times it tried to paint my walls. Hmm... could do some research, now that I'm up. I've had this before, a few times in my life, unrelated to other illnesses, and with other illnesses. This is unrelated. I don't remember doing anything but waiting it out. I suppose, for the first time in my adult life, I am in the kind of shape that allows me to consider other possibilities... neither strong enough to just ignore, nor so weak I can't check. Yeah, I'll do some homework. Then again, it's actually nice to be able to vomit again. For decades, after the draino incident, I wasn't able to do that. It all had to go the long way. It might not sound great, unless you haven't been able to rid yourself of bad things the quick way. Trust me, this IS an upgrade.
You know, pure liquid bile is one of the nastiest things I have ever tasted. A hot stream of it just... Well, the milk did sort of coat and soothe the esophagus, a bit. I'm mostly immune from such, so it's just a minor comfort rather than need. It seems I have a whole stomach full and more on the way. Ugh. Oh, great, bile is about to find another way out. Been there, done that, too. It'll pass when I can get some decent sleep and eat something proper... at the right time, if nothing else. Always has before.
I NEED sleep. Back to bed for a while. Wake me when Death and Plague have had their fun and decided to head out to more productive work. And you think YOU have ornery brothers! Later.
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I was taking a nap in order to be to a dinner this evening. One I knew was coming and had helped institute. People had pulled in to help do all the hard work, the people I know and trust locally. A punishment for... but they did it gladly. I even made it to town, in large part, to figure out some small ways of offering thanks. I laid down a few hours ago, to get some rest and be ready. I set the alarm for about 17:00. Before the alarm went off, I woke with a mouth full of bile. Well, who knows, and... you know, that CAN happen. I went on back to merry dreaming, or whatever. It happened another, then two, three, and then four more times. Okay, sleep is off, but so is dinner.
Several more times where it tried to happen since getting up. Had to choke it back, but could. I called in to let them know I was, apologetically, not going to be there. Now... what could cause that?
Well, there is the last month or two of nearly constant pushing. And I was awake all night, literally 22 hours up, then trying to take a two hour nap before going to an event. Well, and this, and that, and... oh... that. None of your bizwax, just... not tending to some things properly. So, yeah, okay, fair enough. It's just that these things don't always add up to what I am going through. Then again, usually I can't become conscious this quick, so perhaps I just don't remember? Now that's funny. Yeah, I am literally toying with pushing things so out of biological possibilities that the notion of having a stomach upset is truly... cute... or quaint... or something in those areas. Imagine pushing a gravestone aside, after having been put behind it dead, only to complain that you cut your hand a bit in the doing. Close enough. Now, I don't quite have the stone moved, mind you, not all the way. But just that I am up and at it should give some serious pause. Docs didn't believe I should be able to do what I was doing before I got my current gumption.
Never mind. I thought maybe milk, with a bit of cream, might settle my stomach. While it hasn't hurt, it hasn't helped. Not a cup, or three, but a quart of a nearly half and half mix. So I tried an apple. Nope. It's not stomach content upset, it seems, but... organ mechanics of some sort. At least I have kept the bile down the last few times it tried to paint my walls. Hmm... could do some research, now that I'm up. I've had this before, a few times in my life, unrelated to other illnesses, and with other illnesses. This is unrelated. I don't remember doing anything but waiting it out. I suppose, for the first time in my adult life, I am in the kind of shape that allows me to consider other possibilities... neither strong enough to just ignore, nor so weak I can't check. Yeah, I'll do some homework. Then again, it's actually nice to be able to vomit again. For decades, after the draino incident, I wasn't able to do that. It all had to go the long way. It might not sound great, unless you haven't been able to rid yourself of bad things the quick way. Trust me, this IS an upgrade.
You know, pure liquid bile is one of the nastiest things I have ever tasted. A hot stream of it just... Well, the milk did sort of coat and soothe the esophagus, a bit. I'm mostly immune from such, so it's just a minor comfort rather than need. It seems I have a whole stomach full and more on the way. Ugh. Oh, great, bile is about to find another way out. Been there, done that, too. It'll pass when I can get some decent sleep and eat something proper... at the right time, if nothing else. Always has before.
I NEED sleep. Back to bed for a while. Wake me when Death and Plague have had their fun and decided to head out to more productive work. And you think YOU have ornery brothers! Later.
Maybe not so much.
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I got started on the kitchen. Got a bit done, but kept hitting the end of the rope. So, I took a break in order to attempt hitting the weights. I did take a run at it, a very short run. It's not that I am sore or stiff. I'm in excellent shape, as to feel. I simply didn't have anything to give, in either project... not much anyway. I did do some clearing in the kitchen, and will finish it up before too long. As for Monday, I will probably stick with a simple hike. Not a long or hard one, just... a hike. With the pack though. Rain or shine, I'll simply hit the trail. I need to get my real hiking boots polished before long, and waterproofed. They are in decent shape, it's just time before they wear too much. Summer and winter, for those. If, generally, in winter I put them up... mostly.
I just took a shower then a bath. It's been a while, and I needed it, deserved it. I'm sure glad foam sort of guided me into those, talked me through a bit. Now I'm making my own oil salts and my skin is coming around for it. Darned nice stuff. I'm not so much into the relaxing in the tub thing, but taking care of my feet, dry skin, and some wounds through the baths is all good. Hmm, maybe if I get some bath toys like I said. A little tonka truck, maybe a boat or two... Hey, it's the male thing. And there should be a bit of boy in every man, innit.
A bit more coffee and I hope to make it to town today. Those usual things I wish to check, plus a few extras. Three groups did the work, three groups to gift. I didn't give extra, beyond what was asked... thought that might be a problem. But who can refuse a thank you gift package? It's the only way to fly. I will just air dry a bit, finish dressing, and see what I can find about this and that. Yes, I am a bit worn. I have most of today, and tomorrow, to recharge. I think I'll be ducking most other things. Monday, other than the hike, I don't know. Hmm... my friend called, just got the message. I'll see what he is about. Could get him out, maybe even shooting, on top of the hike, Monday? Don't know. Wait... I could take him out with me today. No shooting, but a great escape, and maybe lunch. I wonder if he is up yet?
Yeah, later.
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I got started on the kitchen. Got a bit done, but kept hitting the end of the rope. So, I took a break in order to attempt hitting the weights. I did take a run at it, a very short run. It's not that I am sore or stiff. I'm in excellent shape, as to feel. I simply didn't have anything to give, in either project... not much anyway. I did do some clearing in the kitchen, and will finish it up before too long. As for Monday, I will probably stick with a simple hike. Not a long or hard one, just... a hike. With the pack though. Rain or shine, I'll simply hit the trail. I need to get my real hiking boots polished before long, and waterproofed. They are in decent shape, it's just time before they wear too much. Summer and winter, for those. If, generally, in winter I put them up... mostly.
I just took a shower then a bath. It's been a while, and I needed it, deserved it. I'm sure glad foam sort of guided me into those, talked me through a bit. Now I'm making my own oil salts and my skin is coming around for it. Darned nice stuff. I'm not so much into the relaxing in the tub thing, but taking care of my feet, dry skin, and some wounds through the baths is all good. Hmm, maybe if I get some bath toys like I said. A little tonka truck, maybe a boat or two... Hey, it's the male thing. And there should be a bit of boy in every man, innit.
A bit more coffee and I hope to make it to town today. Those usual things I wish to check, plus a few extras. Three groups did the work, three groups to gift. I didn't give extra, beyond what was asked... thought that might be a problem. But who can refuse a thank you gift package? It's the only way to fly. I will just air dry a bit, finish dressing, and see what I can find about this and that. Yes, I am a bit worn. I have most of today, and tomorrow, to recharge. I think I'll be ducking most other things. Monday, other than the hike, I don't know. Hmm... my friend called, just got the message. I'll see what he is about. Could get him out, maybe even shooting, on top of the hike, Monday? Don't know. Wait... I could take him out with me today. No shooting, but a great escape, and maybe lunch. I wonder if he is up yet?
Yeah, later.
Three eggs.
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I'll see how long eggs last. As I wrote, I boiled two dozen. I then peeled them, washed them off, gobbled three for good measure, and put the rest in a ziplock type bag. Putting that in the refrigerator. Hmm... two dozen equals 24, divided by 3 times 2... six... that's only a four day supply? Ugh. Still, I think I can do that. Let me see, 36 divided by 6 is a six day supply. If the eggs hold up well enough, I might go with that or 48. It's good easy food, keeps me away from junk, especially with fruit around. Real meat is for afternoons, or an occasional snack. I need to get charcoal, the real stuff, next time I am in town.
I'm not quite awake enough to bust into anything. I did make a pot of coffee, took my medicine, and will figure the rest out in time. It does take some time to do some things. For me, waking isn't just a ritual, it's a requirement. If I try to bust out, right when I wake, as I did yesterday with the boat, it costs a bit too much. Oh, I best do that once in a while anyway. Some days, in the real world, choice isn't one of the givens. Weather a rancher, farmer, banker, lawyer, or priest, when your job comes knocking, or a predictor or other problem, even as a drifter, you gotta move. Even if I escape fallen mans' escapades, mother nature will be there. Less forgiving but more honest. Do not think I will ever pretend that I believe mother nature is my friend. Mother nature, as I have suggested, is a bloody whore, looking for the one, or one group of children, to rule, and eat, the rest. She has no passion, other than to make the unbreakable. She will die, in the end, of flesh with the world, of will when all God's children graduate to fleshly beings with His will. It is the way of things. Oh, she may still exist, she just won't matter to immortals.
Life is good. I am quite pleased I worked out yesterday. I'll be happier if I get to that today. The kitchen has being hit, bit by bit, as I have been doing other things. So it won't be as big of a job as I had at first thought. I looked it over as I was making my first shot of coffee. No really small task, just not as big as it would have been had I not hit the other areas first. Adjacent areas just get a lick and a spit by happenstance, and so it was. And, what looks messy, will actually be rather less so than it seems. Washing the counters down looks like a big job, for some reason (allergic to some forms of washing on top of the vacuum cleaner? yeah). But it will be quick. While I am at it, at least after the counters are clean, I will put on lentils, rice, and quinoa. Between that, fruit, bacon, and eggs, I should have a steady diet of good stuff for morning and lunch. Protein and fat rich, with some vitamins and minerals thrown in for good measure. Then meat at night! Gotta do it if I want to do it right. For day trips, a bag of a few eggs, double bagged in an ice bag, will see me to a bite on the path or water. Toss in an apple or pear, and... done. Maybe a grapefruit. Just peel that and eat in sections.
Each time I begin to rely on the beast, it becomes stronger. Branded by God, it'll, I do believe, hold true. It will also see me to what needs to be done. Stronger, faster, smarter, more sure. What I kept down and out is now coming back out, a friend, companion, form of self, but one I can trust... to get me in, and if need be, as at the burn, to get me out. That was pure beast, I was so far out of my league I consciously could not see what the danger was. It could, did, and get me out. Wait until that thing is fully charged. It still won't be like what it was when I was young and that thing roamed, but... it's more than most can imagine. Just what I am doing is so far beyond my health conditions it is spooky... especially for those who know, including me. Yum!
Later.
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I'll see how long eggs last. As I wrote, I boiled two dozen. I then peeled them, washed them off, gobbled three for good measure, and put the rest in a ziplock type bag. Putting that in the refrigerator. Hmm... two dozen equals 24, divided by 3 times 2... six... that's only a four day supply? Ugh. Still, I think I can do that. Let me see, 36 divided by 6 is a six day supply. If the eggs hold up well enough, I might go with that or 48. It's good easy food, keeps me away from junk, especially with fruit around. Real meat is for afternoons, or an occasional snack. I need to get charcoal, the real stuff, next time I am in town.
I'm not quite awake enough to bust into anything. I did make a pot of coffee, took my medicine, and will figure the rest out in time. It does take some time to do some things. For me, waking isn't just a ritual, it's a requirement. If I try to bust out, right when I wake, as I did yesterday with the boat, it costs a bit too much. Oh, I best do that once in a while anyway. Some days, in the real world, choice isn't one of the givens. Weather a rancher, farmer, banker, lawyer, or priest, when your job comes knocking, or a predictor or other problem, even as a drifter, you gotta move. Even if I escape fallen mans' escapades, mother nature will be there. Less forgiving but more honest. Do not think I will ever pretend that I believe mother nature is my friend. Mother nature, as I have suggested, is a bloody whore, looking for the one, or one group of children, to rule, and eat, the rest. She has no passion, other than to make the unbreakable. She will die, in the end, of flesh with the world, of will when all God's children graduate to fleshly beings with His will. It is the way of things. Oh, she may still exist, she just won't matter to immortals.
Life is good. I am quite pleased I worked out yesterday. I'll be happier if I get to that today. The kitchen has being hit, bit by bit, as I have been doing other things. So it won't be as big of a job as I had at first thought. I looked it over as I was making my first shot of coffee. No really small task, just not as big as it would have been had I not hit the other areas first. Adjacent areas just get a lick and a spit by happenstance, and so it was. And, what looks messy, will actually be rather less so than it seems. Washing the counters down looks like a big job, for some reason (allergic to some forms of washing on top of the vacuum cleaner? yeah). But it will be quick. While I am at it, at least after the counters are clean, I will put on lentils, rice, and quinoa. Between that, fruit, bacon, and eggs, I should have a steady diet of good stuff for morning and lunch. Protein and fat rich, with some vitamins and minerals thrown in for good measure. Then meat at night! Gotta do it if I want to do it right. For day trips, a bag of a few eggs, double bagged in an ice bag, will see me to a bite on the path or water. Toss in an apple or pear, and... done. Maybe a grapefruit. Just peel that and eat in sections.
Each time I begin to rely on the beast, it becomes stronger. Branded by God, it'll, I do believe, hold true. It will also see me to what needs to be done. Stronger, faster, smarter, more sure. What I kept down and out is now coming back out, a friend, companion, form of self, but one I can trust... to get me in, and if need be, as at the burn, to get me out. That was pure beast, I was so far out of my league I consciously could not see what the danger was. It could, did, and get me out. Wait until that thing is fully charged. It still won't be like what it was when I was young and that thing roamed, but... it's more than most can imagine. Just what I am doing is so far beyond my health conditions it is spooky... especially for those who know, including me. Yum!
Later.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Still got mojo, so...
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Since I couldn't get out hiking today, too late when I woke, I'll hit the weights again. At some point in lifting, you can't do that. But when busting out, you can work out several times a day. Muscle is there, it just isn't coordinated. It is not being fully taxed in a single session of single sets. Later on, when exercises are being done to absolute exhaustion, then you have to back off and put all the eggs in one basket. That is weeks, though more likely months, away. So... another run on the iron tonight is just fine.
After that, and probably a rest, I will rip into the kitchen. The goal is to get the kitchen to the point where I can easily break it down for mopping. Plus clean the counters, put away some remaining dishes in the drainer, and clear the place. What I don't use regularly is either put away if somewhat useful or tossed if just a once in a great while or never used item. Just do it! Then, perhaps, if I still have the energy, I will sweep all areas, mop the niche and bathroom, then see if... after those areas are dry and everything put back in them, whether I can then clear the kitchen and mop in there... and vacuum the area rug in the niche. It might be possible.
If this gets done, then on to the living room Monday. Well, and rafting/hiking, along with some shopping. I am keeping up, even when I fall. I've got to keep up, get up when I fall, and pretty much sprint through life at this point. If it all falls, I need to be ready to move, or set in position until I can or should move. It is becoming dangerous. Jade Helm 15 has Texas and Utah as target areas for the military. The military is trying to sneak around in your communities, doing God knows what, though treating citizens as if we are the enemy. You don't always get warnings, but when you do, pay fucking attention.
Funny... I'm opening up my wild side to follow the brand I allowed God to put on me, and the love of life, while "civilized" "Christians" have surrendered to a genocidal notion of worldly origins. I just mean to escape. They mean to civilize those they disagree with by any means necessary, or simply resign to it. I will give up my worldly notions, ease of life, and any hope of access to wealth in order to follow God's will. Talk about the shoe being on the other foot now. Very few, perhaps God only, would ever have even imagined this turn of events. Balls! Still, it's what I've got, what I must do, and just the way things go. His will, not mine, as my brother taught me. Thankfully I don't have to take His path. Still, as John the Baptist, I will still end up in similar straights, only in my time and place, which isn't here or in the absolute near future. Maybe not even in this particular skin-suit. But it does have to happen. Just... not yet, not now, not soon. Though just like Joseph and Mary, I will have to... scoot to keep the nature I protect safe. So be it.
A bit stiff and sore, but getting more used to it. I have an event tomorrow evening. Hmm... if I get through my gig, I may be able to get in shopping. There are a few things I would like to buy, on my list, and a few things that have been put on my list. I know some people won't accept some gifts, so I get them others. Tomorrow, or soon. A little thank you on a doorstep or three. It's just how it has to be. Leave, ring door, run. *grin*
Later.
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Since I couldn't get out hiking today, too late when I woke, I'll hit the weights again. At some point in lifting, you can't do that. But when busting out, you can work out several times a day. Muscle is there, it just isn't coordinated. It is not being fully taxed in a single session of single sets. Later on, when exercises are being done to absolute exhaustion, then you have to back off and put all the eggs in one basket. That is weeks, though more likely months, away. So... another run on the iron tonight is just fine.
After that, and probably a rest, I will rip into the kitchen. The goal is to get the kitchen to the point where I can easily break it down for mopping. Plus clean the counters, put away some remaining dishes in the drainer, and clear the place. What I don't use regularly is either put away if somewhat useful or tossed if just a once in a great while or never used item. Just do it! Then, perhaps, if I still have the energy, I will sweep all areas, mop the niche and bathroom, then see if... after those areas are dry and everything put back in them, whether I can then clear the kitchen and mop in there... and vacuum the area rug in the niche. It might be possible.
If this gets done, then on to the living room Monday. Well, and rafting/hiking, along with some shopping. I am keeping up, even when I fall. I've got to keep up, get up when I fall, and pretty much sprint through life at this point. If it all falls, I need to be ready to move, or set in position until I can or should move. It is becoming dangerous. Jade Helm 15 has Texas and Utah as target areas for the military. The military is trying to sneak around in your communities, doing God knows what, though treating citizens as if we are the enemy. You don't always get warnings, but when you do, pay fucking attention.
Funny... I'm opening up my wild side to follow the brand I allowed God to put on me, and the love of life, while "civilized" "Christians" have surrendered to a genocidal notion of worldly origins. I just mean to escape. They mean to civilize those they disagree with by any means necessary, or simply resign to it. I will give up my worldly notions, ease of life, and any hope of access to wealth in order to follow God's will. Talk about the shoe being on the other foot now. Very few, perhaps God only, would ever have even imagined this turn of events. Balls! Still, it's what I've got, what I must do, and just the way things go. His will, not mine, as my brother taught me. Thankfully I don't have to take His path. Still, as John the Baptist, I will still end up in similar straights, only in my time and place, which isn't here or in the absolute near future. Maybe not even in this particular skin-suit. But it does have to happen. Just... not yet, not now, not soon. Though just like Joseph and Mary, I will have to... scoot to keep the nature I protect safe. So be it.
A bit stiff and sore, but getting more used to it. I have an event tomorrow evening. Hmm... if I get through my gig, I may be able to get in shopping. There are a few things I would like to buy, on my list, and a few things that have been put on my list. I know some people won't accept some gifts, so I get them others. Tomorrow, or soon. A little thank you on a doorstep or three. It's just how it has to be. Leave, ring door, run. *grin*
Later.
Yeah, best hurry.
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I did the bit of dishes needed, put eggs on to boil then have them cooling, and fluffed the laundry. I still have the last half of dishes to do and will be folding the laundry. And, yes, I went out to the bench to work out. I added no weights to the curl bar, ten pounds to each dumbbell, and seventy pounds to the barbell. Next time I will had thirty pounds to the curl bar, leaving the others the same. I'll do that for a three workouts, then probably raise the dumbbells and curls, followed by the barbells. I don't have the luxury of taking time. Risks will have to be taken.
I'll finish the last bits shortly, then sleep. I am hoping to get out to the stores, and hiking. I need to find a place to hike even when it is dark. I have ways of dealing with that. It's just that I can't guarantee I'll be able to hike when most parks are open. There is town, but I hate hiking in towns and cities. I'll find a place before long. Doesn't have to be an official path, just out and alone... or at least out and away, but without having to worry about traffic or worried dwellers.
I'll also be setting out my weight vest, starting at twenty or thirty pounds, working my way to the hundred pound mark, hopefully by next spring. Can't go beyond that, but I can get wrist and ankle weights to add to it. Yeah, I've... got to get ready.
I have to push. I can rest when I collapse, fail. Then I have to get back up, before I am ready. That is how life is going to be from now on. It's just the way of it. I best get going. Good night.
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I did the bit of dishes needed, put eggs on to boil then have them cooling, and fluffed the laundry. I still have the last half of dishes to do and will be folding the laundry. And, yes, I went out to the bench to work out. I added no weights to the curl bar, ten pounds to each dumbbell, and seventy pounds to the barbell. Next time I will had thirty pounds to the curl bar, leaving the others the same. I'll do that for a three workouts, then probably raise the dumbbells and curls, followed by the barbells. I don't have the luxury of taking time. Risks will have to be taken.
I'll finish the last bits shortly, then sleep. I am hoping to get out to the stores, and hiking. I need to find a place to hike even when it is dark. I have ways of dealing with that. It's just that I can't guarantee I'll be able to hike when most parks are open. There is town, but I hate hiking in towns and cities. I'll find a place before long. Doesn't have to be an official path, just out and alone... or at least out and away, but without having to worry about traffic or worried dwellers.
I'll also be setting out my weight vest, starting at twenty or thirty pounds, working my way to the hundred pound mark, hopefully by next spring. Can't go beyond that, but I can get wrist and ankle weights to add to it. Yeah, I've... got to get ready.
I have to push. I can rest when I collapse, fail. Then I have to get back up, before I am ready. That is how life is going to be from now on. It's just the way of it. I best get going. Good night.
I thought wrong.
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I hoped I could do what I had planned, then hit the bench. While the kayak was easy enough to gear, tinkering with it, then taking it down and moving it in a hurry, took more out of me than I had thought it would. No worries, there was enough left to keep going. It's just that pushing things cost more, it just does. Pushing things on top of pushing things costs more than even that. I did make it to town, stopping at three stores and for fast food. A meat sandwhich, with unsweetened iced tea, mind you. Pretty much cutting out fries and softdrinks. Oh, a treat, once a every week or two, I'll hit fries or a soda. Then to groceries. I'm adding apples and pears in, got enough eggs for general use, plus enough to pickle six to eight dozen. Those won't really be ready for about six weeks after pickling, but I can start in on them tomorrow. Plus, I'll be boiling a dozen or two eggs, just to have on hand for quick easy breakfasts and lunches. If I start rolling, three eggs for breakfast and lunch, plus a little something on the side, fruit, bacon, or a legume and grain slurry of the wholer variety. Along with fruit, carrots, and peanut butter as snacks.
I have to take things seriously if I am going to push on through. If life was pain before, for me to make it, life will go from being occasionally painful to being on the permanent edge of pain. I guess, if I fall down, that will be that until I can get back up. But once up, I have to work until it hurts and then keep on going. Initially, that doesn't mean much. Most of you live lives I couldn't, at this point. Just getting up every day at the same time is beyond me. Just your daily chores, job, and such, are more than I can do... definitely on a schedule, one that is stretched out. I can probably do more in a given time, and perhaps substantially more, just not continually or even on a clock. I have to do it on my time.
I figure, I can use the rice cooker to cook a batch of quinoa, rice, and lentils. There should be enough, that along with the eggs, it will last a week per mix. It can take up to 2 cups dry, which turns into about 4 to 6 cups cooked. A little hot spice one day, bacon the next, something to change it up from time to time, and it should all be good. Gotta have food, heavier on proteins, then fats, with carbs, veggies, and fruits coming in last. And lots of water. I'll have to see if the heart can be improved fast enough so that the water pills don't get messed up. It'll get a little tricky in there, but, if my schedule holds, there is time to work out the kinks.
The shopping trips busted me up a bit. Along with messing with the boat, dealing with the dishes (so far), and such, today has been a gangbuster day. I am not through, either. I am about to set the dryer to fluff that load, take care of some of the dishes until the alarm tells me the laundry is done, finish the laundry, then see where I am at. I'll probably need a break. Best take my night medicines... trying to take those by time of day rather than sleep schedule. It keeps me more aware of the real time of the world, and yet allows me to sleep when and how I need. Hmm... I've I'm a good boy, and finish the dishes tonight, I might take a hot sudsy bath. Yeah, it's a treat.
Tomorrow? If I can drag my butt out of bed, then out of the chair, I'll hit the kitchen. The goal is to vacate the place, save for what I really use daily (almost nothing), and sweep. Have it ready to fully vacate after I mop those other areas. When they dry, move everything out of the kitchen, then mop in there right away. When the kitchen is dry, move everything back. Then I start tearing into the living room. Hopefully, before long, I'll be able to get out for a hike, and still work, and add in weight lifting, and then eventually play... like getting the canoe to the water. It's coming, it will happen. Hmm... but I would like to get in and find some things too. I want to price check the gps I have in mind, and look for a mudstick anchor. I found an anchor tonight that should work for one. I want the kayak at least minimally rigged before I hit the water.
Later.
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I hoped I could do what I had planned, then hit the bench. While the kayak was easy enough to gear, tinkering with it, then taking it down and moving it in a hurry, took more out of me than I had thought it would. No worries, there was enough left to keep going. It's just that pushing things cost more, it just does. Pushing things on top of pushing things costs more than even that. I did make it to town, stopping at three stores and for fast food. A meat sandwhich, with unsweetened iced tea, mind you. Pretty much cutting out fries and softdrinks. Oh, a treat, once a every week or two, I'll hit fries or a soda. Then to groceries. I'm adding apples and pears in, got enough eggs for general use, plus enough to pickle six to eight dozen. Those won't really be ready for about six weeks after pickling, but I can start in on them tomorrow. Plus, I'll be boiling a dozen or two eggs, just to have on hand for quick easy breakfasts and lunches. If I start rolling, three eggs for breakfast and lunch, plus a little something on the side, fruit, bacon, or a legume and grain slurry of the wholer variety. Along with fruit, carrots, and peanut butter as snacks.
I have to take things seriously if I am going to push on through. If life was pain before, for me to make it, life will go from being occasionally painful to being on the permanent edge of pain. I guess, if I fall down, that will be that until I can get back up. But once up, I have to work until it hurts and then keep on going. Initially, that doesn't mean much. Most of you live lives I couldn't, at this point. Just getting up every day at the same time is beyond me. Just your daily chores, job, and such, are more than I can do... definitely on a schedule, one that is stretched out. I can probably do more in a given time, and perhaps substantially more, just not continually or even on a clock. I have to do it on my time.
I figure, I can use the rice cooker to cook a batch of quinoa, rice, and lentils. There should be enough, that along with the eggs, it will last a week per mix. It can take up to 2 cups dry, which turns into about 4 to 6 cups cooked. A little hot spice one day, bacon the next, something to change it up from time to time, and it should all be good. Gotta have food, heavier on proteins, then fats, with carbs, veggies, and fruits coming in last. And lots of water. I'll have to see if the heart can be improved fast enough so that the water pills don't get messed up. It'll get a little tricky in there, but, if my schedule holds, there is time to work out the kinks.
The shopping trips busted me up a bit. Along with messing with the boat, dealing with the dishes (so far), and such, today has been a gangbuster day. I am not through, either. I am about to set the dryer to fluff that load, take care of some of the dishes until the alarm tells me the laundry is done, finish the laundry, then see where I am at. I'll probably need a break. Best take my night medicines... trying to take those by time of day rather than sleep schedule. It keeps me more aware of the real time of the world, and yet allows me to sleep when and how I need. Hmm... I've I'm a good boy, and finish the dishes tonight, I might take a hot sudsy bath. Yeah, it's a treat.
Tomorrow? If I can drag my butt out of bed, then out of the chair, I'll hit the kitchen. The goal is to vacate the place, save for what I really use daily (almost nothing), and sweep. Have it ready to fully vacate after I mop those other areas. When they dry, move everything out of the kitchen, then mop in there right away. When the kitchen is dry, move everything back. Then I start tearing into the living room. Hopefully, before long, I'll be able to get out for a hike, and still work, and add in weight lifting, and then eventually play... like getting the canoe to the water. It's coming, it will happen. Hmm... but I would like to get in and find some things too. I want to price check the gps I have in mind, and look for a mudstick anchor. I found an anchor tonight that should work for one. I want the kayak at least minimally rigged before I hit the water.
Later.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
I'll do what I can.
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Could not shove through the shower last night. Slept long and hard. I have no idea when I went to bed, or actually when I woke. Someone at the door. Neighbor's son, asking if he could mow. Well... Sure! He was trying to beat the storm. As it turns out, he did. He is one of the people, along with family as they wish or can, I hope to take out paddling and fishing this year. Well, after I get the controls down myself. Once I can paddle well enough solo, then I'll feel more comfortable taking others. Reminds me, I need to find my own lifevest.
So, while he was doing the lawn, I decided to get the boat up for the first time. I put the tarp out, got the boat out and ready, found the pump, and went at it. Having just awaken, I had neither much strength or coordination. Still, I was able to pump the boat in about five minutes fairly easily. Yeah, I wanted to show my new rig, and test some things with someone else here. I can carry the boat over my head without too much trouble. Wind might make that rather tricky though. But two people make that an easy gig. After looking at it, I believe it will probably fit not just three people, but three seats as well, easy enough. No one will have to go kneeling, unless they want to. I found something else out that I hadn't realized. The floor is solid enough to be used as a SUP, meaning I can stand and paddle... in the right conditions. That is awesome. It means when my butt gets tired of being planted, I can go for a stand... possible. Wouldn't want to do that with a lot of wind or chop, of course... probably. Yeah... you know that means I've gotta try it in just such conditions. Gonna happen!
I gave him some sugar-free coolaid while he took his break and looked over the craft. Then gave him a couple dollars for a soda, since soda is far superior. It's just, all I had was the cool-aid stuff. He actually liked it though. Strawberry, orange, banana flavored crystal light... It's actually the most refreshing of their flavors, that I have tried, after a bit of work or for a light sip. The others are okay, but a bit heavier to the palate, as I sense things. I need more of that, I'll put it on my list as I go to town. Hmm, should get in today, now that I am clean. Perhaps even a stop at one or both of the sporting goods stores on my way. If they are open.
Yeah, I best get going. We are having absolutely fantastic thunderstorms, have been for days. Unusual, for here, but we needed the rain and are getting it. I love my thunderstorms. Rarely get them here. That was summer in Iowa. The downside was tornadoes that came with them in Iowa. Not here, at least not nearly so much. Yeah... I best get in. I'm hoping to see some lightening. If not, the clouds and rain will be fun... full bursts. Love me some shower storms.
Before I go, I will set the dishes to a rinse soak. I can't swear I am getting back to things, but I'll take every opportunity I can get. Do what I can, when I can, and even push that. My trip to town is pushing. Good, good. There will come a time when life is nothing but push in order to simply survive. I best prepare for it. Later.
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Could not shove through the shower last night. Slept long and hard. I have no idea when I went to bed, or actually when I woke. Someone at the door. Neighbor's son, asking if he could mow. Well... Sure! He was trying to beat the storm. As it turns out, he did. He is one of the people, along with family as they wish or can, I hope to take out paddling and fishing this year. Well, after I get the controls down myself. Once I can paddle well enough solo, then I'll feel more comfortable taking others. Reminds me, I need to find my own lifevest.
So, while he was doing the lawn, I decided to get the boat up for the first time. I put the tarp out, got the boat out and ready, found the pump, and went at it. Having just awaken, I had neither much strength or coordination. Still, I was able to pump the boat in about five minutes fairly easily. Yeah, I wanted to show my new rig, and test some things with someone else here. I can carry the boat over my head without too much trouble. Wind might make that rather tricky though. But two people make that an easy gig. After looking at it, I believe it will probably fit not just three people, but three seats as well, easy enough. No one will have to go kneeling, unless they want to. I found something else out that I hadn't realized. The floor is solid enough to be used as a SUP, meaning I can stand and paddle... in the right conditions. That is awesome. It means when my butt gets tired of being planted, I can go for a stand... possible. Wouldn't want to do that with a lot of wind or chop, of course... probably. Yeah... you know that means I've gotta try it in just such conditions. Gonna happen!
I gave him some sugar-free coolaid while he took his break and looked over the craft. Then gave him a couple dollars for a soda, since soda is far superior. It's just, all I had was the cool-aid stuff. He actually liked it though. Strawberry, orange, banana flavored crystal light... It's actually the most refreshing of their flavors, that I have tried, after a bit of work or for a light sip. The others are okay, but a bit heavier to the palate, as I sense things. I need more of that, I'll put it on my list as I go to town. Hmm, should get in today, now that I am clean. Perhaps even a stop at one or both of the sporting goods stores on my way. If they are open.
Yeah, I best get going. We are having absolutely fantastic thunderstorms, have been for days. Unusual, for here, but we needed the rain and are getting it. I love my thunderstorms. Rarely get them here. That was summer in Iowa. The downside was tornadoes that came with them in Iowa. Not here, at least not nearly so much. Yeah... I best get in. I'm hoping to see some lightening. If not, the clouds and rain will be fun... full bursts. Love me some shower storms.
Before I go, I will set the dishes to a rinse soak. I can't swear I am getting back to things, but I'll take every opportunity I can get. Do what I can, when I can, and even push that. My trip to town is pushing. Good, good. There will come a time when life is nothing but push in order to simply survive. I best prepare for it. Later.
Having to push.
.
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While I can't do a lot, I want to get something done. If I can't, I can't, if I can sometimes I will. Yesterday I was pretty much down and done. Which... was fine. Needed it. I knew I would be hitting the wall sooner or later. I almost thought I could keep running another month. I wasn't sure how long or far down I would go either. I seem to be back able to push just a bit. Dishes were washed, and several other small chores were done. I think I might still be able to get out yet tonight. I would rather go in the morning. Problem is I need a few things now. I just may have to compromise on what brands or available. I can usually find my preferred cream, but not milk, not always.
I had also hoped to shop for a pair of types of anchors, kit for an anchor trolley, and perhaps look for pvc piping, canvas/drop cloth material, and other bits and parts to set up a sun screen for the boat. I don't have to be too particular, so long as I buy enough extra. There are going to be mistakes, it will be engineering on the fly. Goes with the territory. Then again, if I get groceries out of the way, that task, as well as price checking a specific gps device, will be easier. Tomorrow I will either try to get out hiking, or lift weights. Probably weights. The weather is still a bit cool and it is raining. Not a problem, if I am doing well. But right now it's bringing me low, along with everything else.
I have been able to eat. Ah, but I better get charcoal. I left all I had at the burn, though I had meant to use it there, so all good. But that means I need more. For the most part I am holding off on big purchases until I find out if some other expenses are coming in or not. Even so, I will begin cutting my spending for a couple of months. I have a decent little egg, but it is on the smaller, more fragile side. Enough for groceries, gas, and general living. Still, a couple of months of mostly watching pennies will see me in a bit better shape. The only thing this month might be a gps and the anchors and trolley setup. Well, and one other thing that was pre-planned and is already worked into the budget.
Yeah, a shower and bath, I believe. Then I'll start the dryer to fluff the clothes, set the dishes to a hot rinse, and then decide if it is too late to go to town... whether I should just try to wait until morning. Perhaps take a nap, once I am dry, then just shower quickly before actually going to town, if I go later. Some of it depends on how long this little push lasts. Hungry, though... Yeah, I'll have a bite to eat before anything else. Ugh... dragging... And yet back at it, at least in small ways. I hope to hit the kitchen tomorrow, plus maybe mopping all of those floor out there, in cycles, through the day. Hungry! Later.
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While I can't do a lot, I want to get something done. If I can't, I can't, if I can sometimes I will. Yesterday I was pretty much down and done. Which... was fine. Needed it. I knew I would be hitting the wall sooner or later. I almost thought I could keep running another month. I wasn't sure how long or far down I would go either. I seem to be back able to push just a bit. Dishes were washed, and several other small chores were done. I think I might still be able to get out yet tonight. I would rather go in the morning. Problem is I need a few things now. I just may have to compromise on what brands or available. I can usually find my preferred cream, but not milk, not always.
I had also hoped to shop for a pair of types of anchors, kit for an anchor trolley, and perhaps look for pvc piping, canvas/drop cloth material, and other bits and parts to set up a sun screen for the boat. I don't have to be too particular, so long as I buy enough extra. There are going to be mistakes, it will be engineering on the fly. Goes with the territory. Then again, if I get groceries out of the way, that task, as well as price checking a specific gps device, will be easier. Tomorrow I will either try to get out hiking, or lift weights. Probably weights. The weather is still a bit cool and it is raining. Not a problem, if I am doing well. But right now it's bringing me low, along with everything else.
I have been able to eat. Ah, but I better get charcoal. I left all I had at the burn, though I had meant to use it there, so all good. But that means I need more. For the most part I am holding off on big purchases until I find out if some other expenses are coming in or not. Even so, I will begin cutting my spending for a couple of months. I have a decent little egg, but it is on the smaller, more fragile side. Enough for groceries, gas, and general living. Still, a couple of months of mostly watching pennies will see me in a bit better shape. The only thing this month might be a gps and the anchors and trolley setup. Well, and one other thing that was pre-planned and is already worked into the budget.
Yeah, a shower and bath, I believe. Then I'll start the dryer to fluff the clothes, set the dishes to a hot rinse, and then decide if it is too late to go to town... whether I should just try to wait until morning. Perhaps take a nap, once I am dry, then just shower quickly before actually going to town, if I go later. Some of it depends on how long this little push lasts. Hungry, though... Yeah, I'll have a bite to eat before anything else. Ugh... dragging... And yet back at it, at least in small ways. I hope to hit the kitchen tomorrow, plus maybe mopping all of those floor out there, in cycles, through the day. Hungry! Later.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
It had to happen.
.
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I've been pushing for three, four, maybe five weeks now. Yesterday I hit a block. A storm system came in though too. That isn't helping, in one sense, but it isn't the problem. I used batteries I didn't know existed for a month, drained every bit of everything I had, and this is what happens. I'm not even worried about it though. If you drive a vehicle, you have to stop for gas and do maintenance and oil changes. Thems the rules. I have driven my body-auto, literally and figuratively, on an extended trip. All good, all the way around. I haven't done something like this since I was healthy. Further, I am not done, just done for a few days.
It isn't the sore muscles, the stiffness from using joints and burdening bones in ways I haven't for decades. It isn't even, really, from being out of energy. It isn't a will thing. My body simply stopped. Like when you get the flu, and it literally takes your legs out from under you. No symptoms. No greater or worse pains. I am simply tired. Actually, I needed some rest in all ways, so it works to my benefit. The weather, being cool and wet out there, actually helps me rest. I don't know how long this will last. Until it does, I am down.
The areas to be mopped will stay open until I get to them. Before I mop, I hope to get the kitchen sorted out first, when next I can work. That way I can mop out there, pretty much, all in one go. It's a bit more complicated than being able to do one major single shot mopping, due to furniture, the floor rug, and such, but I can make it all as close as possible. I will be grilling food as the way to keep the kitchen clean for a while. I may try to get the dishes done yet tonight, and tumble the clothes I washed and get those out, plus get a shower and go to town for some shopping. Shopping has priority, thus the shower as well.
The boat arrived today. I won't be messing with it while it is raining, or threatening to rain. But soon. I need to make sure they didn't send me an old version of the boat. It is heavier and doesn't have some superior features. Yeah, they try to dump out-of-date stock on suckers. I can't wait to tear into it, then get it on the water. I have wanted a boat for a long time, but didn't really trust inflatables until a more recent review. Yeah, sure, I've been on inflatables... through my time... but those were always owned and maintained by others, usually pretty much brand new, and not on my nickle. I just didn't trust them for the longhaul, until recently... after a ton of investigating.
I'll pick up and go, again, when I am ready, when I can... perhaps before. Weights, paddling, hiking, camping, cleaning and sorting here at home. Some things will have to give. As I suggested, cooking a couple of various meals, once a week on Saturdays maybe Fridays, that last the week. That and boiling eggs for the week. Easy, cheap, fast but good food. I'll keep enough extra on hand to do a special meal once in a while. Besides eggs, I remember the academics I stayed with... the Mister... made a mash of whole grains and legumes for breakfast. Split peas, probably whole grain rice, lentil... give or take. He'd cook enough for about a week, put them in a pyrex cake pan, then have those for breakfast every day. Sort of bland as he didn't use salt, but a touch of salt and pepper and that was pretty good. I figure, if I added quinoa, that could be a serious add or option to boiled eggs. Or, mix and match. He did it for literal health reasons, and taking care the best he could. I'd just be doing it as a solid nutritional thing. If I'm going back to being a working dog, I need the right chow.
Blessed, though. To be this stiff and sore, and this low from work, is an absolute joy. I am hoping I can build through, and on, this. Eventually, perhaps, I can stretch the runs for months, maybe a year. I have to be fit before turning back out into the world, especially where I am planning to go and what I am planning to do there. There will be time for downtime. But uptime will not always be a choice. Gotta do what you gotta do out there, and mother nature is as forgiving as an ax murderer on a spree. You do, you win, or you become the next meal for something(s). The first few years, setting up a cabin, figuring out water, perhaps creating indoor plumbing, is the beast. But, out there, you can never ignore your environment, flora, or fauna. Then again, probably beyond most folk, I am almost always ready... in some senses. I couldn't imagine depending on civil nature, politics, the police, and military for my ultimate or immediate security. Most people live like that without a thought. Amazing, to me, and frightening. I know, and they should, that when trouble comes calling, they are it. That fast. This I know, and tend, to this day. Blessed. In many ways.
My muscles are tightening. I won't say I've built anything. I doubt if I will, not all that much. Truth be told, I never wanted to increase muscle bulk, save if it lead directly to valuable strength. See those muscleheads (I call it manorexia)? Besides shooting or downing drugs that aren't good, there is the risk of injury just from the kind of lifting they do. Even the organics are terribly at risk. Further, much of that muscle is pretty much useless. It isn't functional muscle, so it is a waste of calorie intake to maintain. As well, it degrades flexibility, speed, agility. I suppose I ought to be honest. I have always honed for strength and in order to maintain raw speed. It just works out that this is excellent for minimizing calorie intake requirements. Purpose built and maintained, at one time. While muscle is what burns fat, I am not certain that artificial and useless muscle does that all that well. Never seen a study, just a suspicion. It might even bog the body down, beyond not burning the calories off that it takes to maintain? Not sure, suspicious, as usual. Better to be powerful, wiry, and quick. At least for my applications.
Hmm... I might hit the dishes first, so as to shower with a clear conscience... then shower, put the dishes in for a final rinse, and head to town. Yeah, I suggested I didn't need to wash the dishes again, but... they have been sitting long enough that... I just think it's better. Later.
.
I've been pushing for three, four, maybe five weeks now. Yesterday I hit a block. A storm system came in though too. That isn't helping, in one sense, but it isn't the problem. I used batteries I didn't know existed for a month, drained every bit of everything I had, and this is what happens. I'm not even worried about it though. If you drive a vehicle, you have to stop for gas and do maintenance and oil changes. Thems the rules. I have driven my body-auto, literally and figuratively, on an extended trip. All good, all the way around. I haven't done something like this since I was healthy. Further, I am not done, just done for a few days.
It isn't the sore muscles, the stiffness from using joints and burdening bones in ways I haven't for decades. It isn't even, really, from being out of energy. It isn't a will thing. My body simply stopped. Like when you get the flu, and it literally takes your legs out from under you. No symptoms. No greater or worse pains. I am simply tired. Actually, I needed some rest in all ways, so it works to my benefit. The weather, being cool and wet out there, actually helps me rest. I don't know how long this will last. Until it does, I am down.
The areas to be mopped will stay open until I get to them. Before I mop, I hope to get the kitchen sorted out first, when next I can work. That way I can mop out there, pretty much, all in one go. It's a bit more complicated than being able to do one major single shot mopping, due to furniture, the floor rug, and such, but I can make it all as close as possible. I will be grilling food as the way to keep the kitchen clean for a while. I may try to get the dishes done yet tonight, and tumble the clothes I washed and get those out, plus get a shower and go to town for some shopping. Shopping has priority, thus the shower as well.
The boat arrived today. I won't be messing with it while it is raining, or threatening to rain. But soon. I need to make sure they didn't send me an old version of the boat. It is heavier and doesn't have some superior features. Yeah, they try to dump out-of-date stock on suckers. I can't wait to tear into it, then get it on the water. I have wanted a boat for a long time, but didn't really trust inflatables until a more recent review. Yeah, sure, I've been on inflatables... through my time... but those were always owned and maintained by others, usually pretty much brand new, and not on my nickle. I just didn't trust them for the longhaul, until recently... after a ton of investigating.
I'll pick up and go, again, when I am ready, when I can... perhaps before. Weights, paddling, hiking, camping, cleaning and sorting here at home. Some things will have to give. As I suggested, cooking a couple of various meals, once a week on Saturdays maybe Fridays, that last the week. That and boiling eggs for the week. Easy, cheap, fast but good food. I'll keep enough extra on hand to do a special meal once in a while. Besides eggs, I remember the academics I stayed with... the Mister... made a mash of whole grains and legumes for breakfast. Split peas, probably whole grain rice, lentil... give or take. He'd cook enough for about a week, put them in a pyrex cake pan, then have those for breakfast every day. Sort of bland as he didn't use salt, but a touch of salt and pepper and that was pretty good. I figure, if I added quinoa, that could be a serious add or option to boiled eggs. Or, mix and match. He did it for literal health reasons, and taking care the best he could. I'd just be doing it as a solid nutritional thing. If I'm going back to being a working dog, I need the right chow.
Blessed, though. To be this stiff and sore, and this low from work, is an absolute joy. I am hoping I can build through, and on, this. Eventually, perhaps, I can stretch the runs for months, maybe a year. I have to be fit before turning back out into the world, especially where I am planning to go and what I am planning to do there. There will be time for downtime. But uptime will not always be a choice. Gotta do what you gotta do out there, and mother nature is as forgiving as an ax murderer on a spree. You do, you win, or you become the next meal for something(s). The first few years, setting up a cabin, figuring out water, perhaps creating indoor plumbing, is the beast. But, out there, you can never ignore your environment, flora, or fauna. Then again, probably beyond most folk, I am almost always ready... in some senses. I couldn't imagine depending on civil nature, politics, the police, and military for my ultimate or immediate security. Most people live like that without a thought. Amazing, to me, and frightening. I know, and they should, that when trouble comes calling, they are it. That fast. This I know, and tend, to this day. Blessed. In many ways.
My muscles are tightening. I won't say I've built anything. I doubt if I will, not all that much. Truth be told, I never wanted to increase muscle bulk, save if it lead directly to valuable strength. See those muscleheads (I call it manorexia)? Besides shooting or downing drugs that aren't good, there is the risk of injury just from the kind of lifting they do. Even the organics are terribly at risk. Further, much of that muscle is pretty much useless. It isn't functional muscle, so it is a waste of calorie intake to maintain. As well, it degrades flexibility, speed, agility. I suppose I ought to be honest. I have always honed for strength and in order to maintain raw speed. It just works out that this is excellent for minimizing calorie intake requirements. Purpose built and maintained, at one time. While muscle is what burns fat, I am not certain that artificial and useless muscle does that all that well. Never seen a study, just a suspicion. It might even bog the body down, beyond not burning the calories off that it takes to maintain? Not sure, suspicious, as usual. Better to be powerful, wiry, and quick. At least for my applications.
Hmm... I might hit the dishes first, so as to shower with a clear conscience... then shower, put the dishes in for a final rinse, and head to town. Yeah, I suggested I didn't need to wash the dishes again, but... they have been sitting long enough that... I just think it's better. Later.
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