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  • “We learned a lot and lost a lot of sleep.” Mabel Smith

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    Becoming a less-screwed up version of yourself is hard work. Actually, it’s really kind of exhausting.

    Old dog, new….yeah.

    This also reminds me why reading is so hard. Books aren’t back lit.

    Question Mark

    Don’t kindlekindlekindlekindle me, I don’t need one of those. Relatively speaking, by the time I get my hands on a tablet PC, people will have microwave chips beaming the internet directly into their brains.

    I really need to relax. The meditation route never really works for me – it’s a LOT of work to keep still. Perhaps I need to investigate taking yoga again. It’s relaxing to the Nth degree and also affords flexibility. Unfortunately, my twerpy ankle is still wincing. It’s been a few years now, and the only thing that manages to make it feel better is intense exercise.

    I’m sure that a little over half of my blog followers were following because of guitar related content. Sorry, not much going on there. My buddy built me a small pedal board and I’ve been sporadically picking up my Robin here and there.  My self-improvement doesn’t involve much guitar playing….at least not right now anyway.

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    I talked it over with that guitar tech, and turns out I gotta find some nitrocellulose lacquer to go over those rough spots. After I sand them down. Such an odd shaped guitar, but what a sweet player!

    Back to the book! *sigh*


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  • “Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt” – Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

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    Owwwwww.

    When you’re younger, you always giggle or roll your eyes when someone older than you has mysterious pains. “You’re getting old!”, you unsympathetically declare. The older person momentarily glares at you and rubs the twinging arm, leg, back, or other assorted pained extremity.

    So here I am. Wondering why I’m waking up at 6:30am on the first true day off that I’ve had in a year.  Popping ibuprofen tabs, hobbling around the kitchen and wondering what I’m going to get done today if I can barely walk. I had to stop unloading the dishwasher halfway through. Maybe later.

    My crime? Sleeping “wrong”. How is it possible to sleep wrong? I assure you it’s not just a matter of semantics. It’s most decidedly “wrong” if you wake up in pain. That’s what happened here. When you’re younger, this happens too but you end up shaking it off the first ten minutes of the day. “Well, golly, that sure was weird!”, you exclaim.

    When you get older, it’s a different thought process.  Middle aged paranoia starts creeping in the longer the pain lasts. Is it internal? Is it a growth or a tumor? How can I prevent this from happening again? The pain will go away, right? Right? Do I need to mention this to my doctor?

    On the up side, at least it gives me a good excuse to fool around with ProTools.  For some reason it worked fine on my ultra-prepared PC the last time and now my entire system is bogging down and crashing.


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  • “A doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his client to plant vines.” Frank Lloyd Wright

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    My doctor is an awsome dude.  I’m a pretty typical guy in that I usually wait until the last possible minute to seek medical attention. In 2007 or 2008, after being told by a health examiner (for life insurance) that my blood pressure was high, I found my doctor.

    Yes, it was a random selection, chosen mostly by proximity to my house, but right before I went in, I made a decision. I made the decision that it was time to own up – for better or worse – that I had no idea what kind of shape I was in. I decided to be completely up front with my new doctor, that I was turning a new leaf and wanted to be open and transparent. I had nothing to lose, it was only my health right?

    When I first went in, the nurse said, “Oh, your Doctor loves to do blood tests.”  I thought, “GREAT!” Sure enough, even he said that he performed a lot of blood tests – just to be sure.

    Since then, I’ve continued to be open and honest with him, and my office visits are mercifully short because I try and get as much info out as possible, making it a one stop shop. He’s always willing to take the time to discuss anything I bring up.  He’s always in a great mood, and we laugh and joke while he goes about the business of making sure I’m a healthy dude.

    Over the last year or so, I’ve put the weight I’d lost back on. In talking to my doctor, I’m approximately thirty pounds overweight. Thirty pounds! That’s pretty amazing. I felt I was about fifteen above where I should be, but this was a reality check.

    Pretty crazy.

    In other news, I rode the Dallas DART for the first time, and figured out that my camera has a panoramic function. Check it:

     


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