Saturday, December 24, 2011
The classic poem by Clement Clarke Moore, "A Visit from St Nicholas" better known as "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" read by me, with illustrations and effect by iMovie. I read it as I did to the kids ... wif my bes' Bawldimer accent, Hon.
Enjoy and Merry Christ Mass to all and to all a good night. I am not goint to have time to post Christmas Eve evening and I'm going to midnight Mass.
Friday, December 23, 2011
... and it's going to get crazy.
I walked about 5 miles this afternoon around town doing errands and I never even got my haircut. Which is what I went out for.
While I was out the Doctor called with MRI results. I have a torn rotator cuff and I will require surgery. I'll get the ortho referral on Tuesday.
Actually I did get a haricut but not at my barber. I was in his shop but with eight people ahead of me, I bagged it and headed for home. She(WMBO), whose errands on my list *did* get done, texted. "Pick up dinner?"
"Sure. Oh, I have to get my haircut tomorrow at 8:00 as soon as the doors open."
"Go to Hair Cuttery." I hate Hair Cuttery. I never get the same barber twice and they either cut off not enough or way to much and almost always mess up my beard.
"Tomorrow is dinner and I need you to do whatever I need you for. You are mine. And since dinner is early I will need you all morning." One guest family have to be at church at 3:00 for the pageant so we are eating at 1:00.
Translation, I'm her manservant so there will be no time for folderol like haircuts for me. And I already blew off this morning's long run because I had to be here to wait on a package of hers that never arrived while she was out getting her nails done. Somehow, I think I am getting the short end of the stick here.
But as I said it's getting crazy.
It does every year.
The haircut actually turned out ok. Not as good as Malcolm would have done, but ....
I texted her after my haircut. "what do you want for dinner?"
No response. So I sent it again.
No response. "OK El Nayar it is." She **HATES** Mexican food. Even the milder variety from Nayarit.
That got a response. The phone rang. "We need something that I can just put out on the table. How about KFC?"
"I'm walking here! Nearest KFC is a mile and a half the other way and it's dark now."
I got Subway.
Tomorrow, I expect to be in the car all day driving hither and yon doing battle with the crowd, just being all in the Christmas spirit (not), getting this and that and everything else at the last minute. Already, I have a 7:00 date at Atwaters Bakery for fresh bread. Oh well, I was going to be getting a haircut at 8:00, so I guess it's not so bad.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
OK, I am really going out there. This is live TV! Real time doing something I only just learned how to do.
So watch the amzing T-man tie a bow tie. It will amaze you!
I did this on my MacBook Air and editied it on iMovie. The hardest part was tying it on camera. You get used to thinking about your mirror image when doing a skill like combing your hair, putting on make up or shaving, and tying a tie. But a camera usually give you a true image. It played tricks on my perception.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
I ended last night's post by saying "Maybe I can walk there (my MRI today), too."
And so I did it. It wasn't even three miles. It took me 45 minutes each way. There were sidewalks all the way so no problem.
I had never done an MRI before.
Once when visiting Ireland we visited New Grange, and ancient burial mound and standing stone monuments dating from before Stonehenge or the Pyramids. To get inside, you go through a tunnel chamber in the middle. On the Winter Solstice, today! at sunrise the first light illuminates the chamber.
I was in that chamber with about 20 other people. at one point in the lecture I had to speak up, "Make a hole! I have to get out." And I practically ran back up the tunnel, sweating all the way.
There was an episode of CSI in which Nick Stokes was buried alive in a coffin. He had a gun. Just watching it made me want to use the gun on myself. (Excellent episode by the way. Produced by Quentin Tarrantino.)
Get the picture?
I am a claustrophobe.
When the show these MRI machines on house, they don't look so bad.
Until they roll that bed into that tube and tell you "Now, don't move for the next 30 minutes. Be perfectly still."
"Holy sh¡t, my nose is touching the tube. Don't move!? I can't breathe. GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!"
I didn't say that.
But my throat did tighten up and make it hard to breath. (It's totally irrational. If it were rational, it wouldn't be a phobia, now would it?)
My motto comes from St Francis of Assisi: Start by doing what is necessary, the do what is possible and suddenly you will be doing the impossible.
Necessary: Convince myself that the machine was not going to hurt me. Close my eyes. Breathe through my nose slow, deep, and easy. Unsquinch my eyes but keep them closed.
Possible: listen to the music. Most songs are about three minutes. I can endure anything for three minutes. Keep my eyes closed. Think about my best runs and bike rides. Thing about Monday night's football game.
Impossible: A voice came over the headphones: "That's it, Mr Nohe (she mispronounced it No), just four more minutes. Really? I can do that! And just like that I was done.
My fillings did not burn up. I did not suffocate. I survived!! I was free!
Then she showed me the pictures. She pointed to all the fluid I had built up on my shoulder. That's what was causing the pain, but of course she was not able to actually read the pictures and diagnose and I did not expect her to.
After I put myself together, she asked me where I had parked.
I just smiled and shook my head.
And so I did, back home, all 2.7 miles.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
I went to my doctor today. His office is only about a mile and a half from my house. It wasn't windy, so I walked.
He asked me some questions about what was hurting in my shoulder. He made me do things that hurt! He twisted my arm and pushed it up and pulled it behind my back. Hey! I already told him it hurt to do that.
When he finished the exam, he told me how the rotator cuff is a bundle of four tendons and if they get injured, I could wait them out until they feel better, but if I don't get it fixed I would permanently lose full mobility in my shoulder.
There are three types of injury I may have. Tendonitis. But considering how it happened ... I had a bicycle accident at Thanksgiving where used my arm to break my fall ... considering how it happened, a contusion or a tear is more likely.
If it's a contusion I get PT. If it's a tear, I will go to the orthopedist and surgery and PT.
Looks like PT either way.
I get an MRI tomorrow.
Maybe I can walk there too.
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