Monday, June 06, 2011
I had my surgery follow up today. I can't say it went well.
The PA was shocked and horrified to see me raise my arm while describing a sleeping position. The look on her face was really weird - like I was a mutant, or something. She repeated herself, "No one - NO ONE raises their arm like that, only a month after surgery." And frowned at me. I could have corrected her, that it is 5 weeks as of tomorrow, but the look on her face stopped me.
She also scolded me for using it for daily things like cooking. I protested, "But I live alone! How am I supposed to EAT?!" (I didn't bother mentioning that I have also been driving standard with my right hand ever since I got my Matrix on Thursday.)
Then after she left the doctor came in and said it sounded like I needed lecturing. I guess she told on me. He told me I was supposed to be wearing the sling full-time for another week. I explained that my shoulder feels confined and cramps up in it and so I've been adapting to supporting my arm other ways (like stuffing my hand in the opposite sports bra strap during spin class.)
I forget which one told me that just the weight of my arm alone can tear out the stitches. They both repeated that my injury was a "huge" tear. He said we're not even going to discuss riding my bike outside for another three months. My next follow up is in August.
I'm scheduled to ride a century in September.
I guess that means I'll be spending a lot of time on a trainer indoors to get used to the hours I'll need in the seat for the century in September. (spin classes only last about an hour)
Bah. This recovery process is so soooo painfully tedious. I'm not even going to go into (again) how much I miss boating. It hurts just to mention it.
Maybe I'm taking unnecessary risks. But I'm not doing anything that hurts.
I have switched to offering my left hand ever since in church two weeks ago one of the women grabbed my right hand and pumped it vigorously while passing the "peace."
Ironically the doctor stuck out his hand for a shake at the end of the office visit. I wanted to ask, "Is this some kind of weird test?"
I shook with my left and told him about Church Lady and he just laughed.
Honestly, it seems like they'd prefer to just stick us in suspended animation or an artificial coma or something, to immobilize us.
Friday, June 03, 2011
Here was my goal:
Here was my reward:
Bah. Now I have to keep the number here until October?! I want a Jackson RockStar kayak now, and I want to spend the summer playing in it!
[insert small pouty tantrum here]
I have my followup appointment with the surgeon on Monday. I hope hope hope he'll tell me I can at least get on my road bike...
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
A few topics covered:
- brain surgery to control food cravings
- sleep eating, including disturbing videos
- food addiction
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
1988-1990 Eckbert (the license plate had letters EKB)
1979 AMC Spirit
paid $250, got $12 for scrap
This was my first car. Like all of them, it had a manual transmission, and like all of them, I paid cash. It had a gazillion miles on it, and this was the good side for pictures, because the other side had a dent where someone had T-boned it. When I got it the first thing I did was go scavenging at a junkyard, because it was missing all kinds of knobs and dials, and even the windshield washer reservoir and pump! The fact that the previous owner threw in a Chiltons Manual for free says something about what kind of condition it was in. I learned a lot, though, doing my own oil changes, and with a friend’s aid and timing gun even adjusted the timing belt. It had acres of empty space under the hood and a distributor cap and rotor.
It had rear-wheel drive and really loose power steering. I had it when I lived in CT. Whenever there was any kind of snow or ice, I was usually in the gutter within 5 minutes. I once had a very scarey freezing rain experience in it, and after that didn’t drive it much. By the time I got it towed for scrap, there was a small treeling trying to grow up through the bumper!
1991-2008 Horace Les Carage
1991 Honda Civic DX
paid $8500, got $100 for trade-in
This was my second car. I finally started needing to get around again, and the Spirit used too much gas and handled very poorly. I got this one after much agonizing – it was the biggest purchase I’d ever made, and the thought of spending that much, let alone being responsible for my Very Own New Car was daunting. It lived with me 3 places in CT, one in NV, and 3 in NY before retiring. It handled exceptionally well, laughed at snow and ice when wearing winter tires, gave me 2mpg better than the EPA estimates, and hauled all kinds of things, including kiddie swimming pools, large furniture, a plasma TV, and once even a 14-foot Sailfish boat – INSIDE.
2008 – 2011 Little Seizure
2008 Honda Fit Sport
insurance payoff TBA
This vehicle was a trusty steed, purchased before I lost the weight, and survived through a grueling season of white water kayaking, got a rack permanently mounted on the roof, and carried lots of smelly wet boats and kayakers, I camped in it twice, and loved the mileage. It had tons of space inside and parallel parked like a dream.
It started life owned by a pretty sedentary super obese woman and ended its short life being driven by a crazed whitewater kayaker to places that no road vehicle has probably ever ventured. Some of the river put in areas are pretty sketchy. Even when you don't get lost. Which I did sometimes. Don't get me started on Garmin's route to the Fife Brook put in. The Fit did amazingly well, given that it never signed up for such duty.
If I'd had to do it over again I always said I'd get something similar that was designed for a roof rack.
After an untimely incident last week, I found myself needing to replace the Fit. Enter the latest ride.
2011 - ? Agent Smith
2010 Toyota Matrix
paid (around $19,000 - need to check. Added the rust proofing and the extra warranty)
They're bringing it to me tomorrow. I will have a roof rack added. It is designed for one.
It's a little bigger than the Fit and will be a little more comfortable to sleep in. I'll still be diagonal in the back but I'll be able to actually stretch out, which will be nice.
This was the only gold manual with a 1.8 L engine anywhere. The dealership where I am buying it had to import it from New Jersey. I wanted a color that was visible (not light or dark grey) and didn't show dirt so badly (not black or white). That left just this color. Only the "sport" model (with a bigger, less economical engine) comes in red and blue.
I wonder if Toyota chose those colors as a joke? If you buy the red car do you wake up seeing things as they really are? If you choose a blue one, do you get to go back to living your life as normal? LOL
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday afternoon I spent with my friend Deb.
Here are photos from her garden:
Seed stalk of crown imperial. I like the shape. Sort of Dr. Seussian.
Another peony bush. With a shade she rigged to protect them from the sun. Can you tell she loves her peonies? LOL
Big red poppy
Abandonded sparrow nest
Her husband's favorite chicken. Because, as he says, she's smarter than the others, more curious about things, and has a more refined comb on her head. LOL Apparently if this chicken is in the fenced enclosure in the yard and decides to lay an egg, she'll fly back to the coop, lay it, and then wander around until told to come back inside. None of the others will take care of business on their own like that.
Saturday I went to Geneva to buy some apples and oranges
The owner asked me to come outside to look at something.
He pulled down a hanging basket of impatiens, and showed me what was in there.
He didn't know whether that had just appeared in the 2 weeks since he'd bought it, or whether the plant had come with it. Wanted to know if I thought he should water the plant or not, in case it WAS recent and watering would bother the mother bird. And what if it came with the plant? Was there some poor bird at the garden supply store frantic because her nest had been sold and carted away?
I told him I thought he should water it anyway carefully around the edges with a watering can and if she didn't come back, he could make a very small omelet. LOL
and then went to check out the Goodwill next door. It turned out they had a half off one-day sale going on.
About buying used clothes, seriously, why would I ever WANT to pay full price for something? I started shopping at thrift stores when I was losing the weight, zooming down through sizes so fast it didn't make sense to pay for new things. I became so accustomed to it that I never buy new stuff anymore, except underwear. I get major sticker shock at malls, etc.
And you have so much more variety at a thrift store. There are all kinds of colors, styles, textures, etc. You can come up with totally unique outfits. You're not stuck with whatever palette the fashion industry decided they're using this season.
And in case you didn't know, they actually DO decide ahead of time what colors they'll offer us.
Three hours later I emerged, having spent $24. I got 2 white blouses, 5 skirts (including one of beaded silk and a wool custom-made kilt), a couple of tank tops, and a couple of workout tops.
Here's one of the skirts I got, originally marked $2.99 so I got it for $1.50. LOL
(mine is labeled size 10)
I have to say that buying used clothes sure immunizes one against worrying about the size number on the label. Almost nothing is standard between modern manufacturers, let alone between the decades that different clothes come from. In my haul from yesterday I think I had everything from size "L" and "12" down to "P/S" and "8." On any given day I can have on things that are recent or 20 years old, labeled "6" or "14." You just have to try everything on.
I'm slowly getting to the point that I can start to hold something up and guesstimate whether it'll fit.
But to find out whether it's flattering or not I have to try it on. And I'm finding that there are some styles that I like on the hanger but I don't like on me. For example, I like skirts with a fitted yoke and pleats, but they just make me look like a box. Straight skirts, pencil skirts, things like that, while completely unexciting from a tailoring perspective, are much more flattering on me. They accentuate my shape, rather than detracting from it.
I also can't wear very short skirts because of the loose skin on my legs. Things that hit the knee look good. Things that hit the widest point of my calf do not.
Hanger space in my closet is at a premium. If I don't think I'll actually wear it I just don't get it. This is a far cry from how I used to shop when I was almost 350 lbs. At that point practically the only criterion was whether or not it actually went ON.
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