Weekend Update with Kevin Nealon!
Normally I like to talk in here about heavier stuff, or stuff that's actually worth discussing (hot TV guys notwithstanding), but enough people have asked what's up that on this day, a day in which I have zero work motivation and my boss is out of the office, I thought I'd do a recap.
- The neighbor is done with the landscaping we hired him for, and the rest is up to us. I need to plant some seeds, and finish putting the recycled brick and porch concrete in for walkways. We painted and opened up the front porch by getting rid of the railing. It's way more inviting now, with a wicker chair and rug.
- My spine has played such a large part of my comfort and discomfort in the last few years, that I'm pretty focused on it. After the accident a year ago, I went to my trusty chiro, and didn't get xrays, but just let him adjust me as needed, going from twice a week to once, and then monthly, blah blah. I'd recently gotten acupuncture in an attempt to try to relax my shoulders, which I'm sure was affecting my forearms. (Rant about how useless and irritating acupuncture was another time. Balancing my chi, my ass.)
I'd gotten the sneaking feeling that my chiro was just phoning it in, not listening, and I was tired of trying to avoid pain, instead of getting better. So, I got a 2nd opinion with my boss' chiro, and got xrays. My neck was the fucking leaning tower of Pisa, with my skull seemingly precariously perched on top at a funky angle. My hips were also jacked up, with my L4/L5 starting to fuse.
After the first adjustment with this guy, I stood up and wanted to cry. I felt human again, and straight, and finally someone was really listening. I felt tingles down my back for a few minutes, as blood flow went to places not seen in a long time. I went twice a day (!) for a week and a half, then daily, and now working towards weekly (and he takes my medical insurance). I had to go tell my old chiro I wasn't coming back and why. That was really uncomfortable. But I'm getting better and feeling in my 30s, instead of my 50s.
And my masochistic massage therapist and friend was able to get her elbow into my ass (okay, my hips, really), and previously she's only been able to use thumbs or a knuckle.
- After being diagnosed as pre-diabetic, and seeing my LDL cholesterol levels really high, I changed my breakfast diet from fatty to carby, and it shot right back down, like 50 points in 3 months. But my triglycerides had gone up, and my HDL down, so I switched again, but to non-grain carbs. We'll see. I'm losing weight again- I'm about 5 lbs over my lowest in a decade- and am feeling really food motivated. I'm anxious about the winter break trip back east, though, because eating right at other people's houses is quite difficult. Next week we'll be in Tucson for Thanksgiving.
- I'm 33. For the first time ever, a few weeks ago, I think I had PMS. I woke up on a Saturday, and as the day progressed, it was like thinking with someone else's brain. I was irritable, and upset, and irrational. WTF? If this is what it's like for my woman friends who have this, every scientist should drop the whole curing cancer thing and go straight for fixing this. It scared the everliving shit out of me, because if I can't be myself all the time, then who am I? If I can't control my own reactions to things, or at least understand where they come from, how will I learn? I had sympathy before, indeed, but now I'm angry more isn't being done on this crap.
- The election results were great, in addition to the polling going very smoothly but slowly. Virginia proved that a religious non-zealot Democrat can take over a red state, which gives me hope for next year. Libby was indicted, giving me a happy, and today Fitzgerald announces a whole new grand jury, which hold promises for additional happies to come. Good times.
- I'm hoping to have our family trust ready by Xmas so I can give my dad a copy. It will include a, heh, trust, medical wishes documents for both of us, powers of attorney, wills, etc. It wasn't easy deciding who I wanted to make my medical decisions if I can't and Ron can't. I decided on my dad, and then my friend Liza, who has the ability to compartmentalize her pain until practical things are finished. Useful skill, except when she needs to unclench.
- A local friend was nearly killed in a massive accident in which it took them an hour to cut her out of the car; she had swerved into the path of the person who was clearly going to hit her, with the express purpose of having the other car hit her side and not her daughter's side. She had to have her spleen, a kidney, and her liver repaired, and her limbs are pretty fucked up, but she's recovering faster than anyone thought possible. See above re: unclench. The emotional clenching can really help with physical recovery, but at some point, someone's going to have to sneak this woman some valium.
- Thanks to dear, sweet, unassuming, and diabolically sneaky rustydog, I started watching Stargate SG-1, and suffered through the first 2 crappy seasons, saw season 3 pick up, started looking forward to seasons 4 and 5 (despite the criminally underused and crappily written part of one character in particular), and right now, today, I'm in the middle of season 7 and if my fucking Netflix dvds do not come in time for the weekend I will have completely short-circuited. How is it that a totally benign character like Daniel Jackson can be sort of irritating and just boring, but the instant he cuts his hair off and they let him smile (once!) a little nuclear explosion goes off in my brain? That poor man, Michael Shanks. He must have drooling women following him everywhere, and were it not for my sense of pride, which is usually absent, I'd be one of those women. He'd have to share my schedule with Anthony Michael Hall, however. I wonder if this is how it will be until I die- crush on the babelicious intellectual in the show that happens to be in season. Good thing the two shows don't overlap. Threesomes in my head aren't my thing.
- I gave up on Bones, Charmed, never watched Close to Home despite having recorded it, quit Medium and Num3ers, and gave Threshold the heave-ho. It feels like less TV than I've seen in a while, and even Alias is looking suspect, though as long as Garner, my girlfriend, is on it, I'll probably stay glued. The cancellation of AD and Kitchen Confidential just made the schedule even thinner.
- Chiro and TV mix: for the last month or so, I've been much less able to focus on shows, even without the commercials, and I think it's (yeah, I'm serious) due to the increased blood flow to my brain from my neck being straight. I'll sit down, watch the intro, and pause it, having thought of two things I needed to do in the house. I blamed my chiro, and he shrugged.
- Celebrated our 10 year anniversary by taking Ron on a surprise hot air balloon ride, which was pretty fun, despite the other couples on the ride being generally surface-level and little kid centric. I'm just glad I pulled off the surprise part.
- I've stabbed my TiVos right in the back by getting a Cox cable HD DVR, which is a total piece of shit in terms of programming, but shows me the prettiest picture I've ever seen. TiVo is truly missing the train by not having a two tuner HD machine. If only Daniel Jackson's face could be in HD. Sigh.
- Bullet holes are mysteriously appearing in our office windows. Huh.
- Dog, cats, and husband are all normal. Ish.
- I really miss all of you and wish I could see you in person again. And now I have to go check the mail at work. For some reason. Just a feeling, really. It probably has nothing to do with Netflix shipping to my office.
- The neighbor is done with the landscaping we hired him for, and the rest is up to us. I need to plant some seeds, and finish putting the recycled brick and porch concrete in for walkways. We painted and opened up the front porch by getting rid of the railing. It's way more inviting now, with a wicker chair and rug.
- My spine has played such a large part of my comfort and discomfort in the last few years, that I'm pretty focused on it. After the accident a year ago, I went to my trusty chiro, and didn't get xrays, but just let him adjust me as needed, going from twice a week to once, and then monthly, blah blah. I'd recently gotten acupuncture in an attempt to try to relax my shoulders, which I'm sure was affecting my forearms. (Rant about how useless and irritating acupuncture was another time. Balancing my chi, my ass.)
I'd gotten the sneaking feeling that my chiro was just phoning it in, not listening, and I was tired of trying to avoid pain, instead of getting better. So, I got a 2nd opinion with my boss' chiro, and got xrays. My neck was the fucking leaning tower of Pisa, with my skull seemingly precariously perched on top at a funky angle. My hips were also jacked up, with my L4/L5 starting to fuse.
After the first adjustment with this guy, I stood up and wanted to cry. I felt human again, and straight, and finally someone was really listening. I felt tingles down my back for a few minutes, as blood flow went to places not seen in a long time. I went twice a day (!) for a week and a half, then daily, and now working towards weekly (and he takes my medical insurance). I had to go tell my old chiro I wasn't coming back and why. That was really uncomfortable. But I'm getting better and feeling in my 30s, instead of my 50s.
And my masochistic massage therapist and friend was able to get her elbow into my ass (okay, my hips, really), and previously she's only been able to use thumbs or a knuckle.
- After being diagnosed as pre-diabetic, and seeing my LDL cholesterol levels really high, I changed my breakfast diet from fatty to carby, and it shot right back down, like 50 points in 3 months. But my triglycerides had gone up, and my HDL down, so I switched again, but to non-grain carbs. We'll see. I'm losing weight again- I'm about 5 lbs over my lowest in a decade- and am feeling really food motivated. I'm anxious about the winter break trip back east, though, because eating right at other people's houses is quite difficult. Next week we'll be in Tucson for Thanksgiving.
- I'm 33. For the first time ever, a few weeks ago, I think I had PMS. I woke up on a Saturday, and as the day progressed, it was like thinking with someone else's brain. I was irritable, and upset, and irrational. WTF? If this is what it's like for my woman friends who have this, every scientist should drop the whole curing cancer thing and go straight for fixing this. It scared the everliving shit out of me, because if I can't be myself all the time, then who am I? If I can't control my own reactions to things, or at least understand where they come from, how will I learn? I had sympathy before, indeed, but now I'm angry more isn't being done on this crap.
- The election results were great, in addition to the polling going very smoothly but slowly. Virginia proved that a religious non-zealot Democrat can take over a red state, which gives me hope for next year. Libby was indicted, giving me a happy, and today Fitzgerald announces a whole new grand jury, which hold promises for additional happies to come. Good times.
- I'm hoping to have our family trust ready by Xmas so I can give my dad a copy. It will include a, heh, trust, medical wishes documents for both of us, powers of attorney, wills, etc. It wasn't easy deciding who I wanted to make my medical decisions if I can't and Ron can't. I decided on my dad, and then my friend Liza, who has the ability to compartmentalize her pain until practical things are finished. Useful skill, except when she needs to unclench.
- A local friend was nearly killed in a massive accident in which it took them an hour to cut her out of the car; she had swerved into the path of the person who was clearly going to hit her, with the express purpose of having the other car hit her side and not her daughter's side. She had to have her spleen, a kidney, and her liver repaired, and her limbs are pretty fucked up, but she's recovering faster than anyone thought possible. See above re: unclench. The emotional clenching can really help with physical recovery, but at some point, someone's going to have to sneak this woman some valium.
- Thanks to dear, sweet, unassuming, and diabolically sneaky rustydog, I started watching Stargate SG-1, and suffered through the first 2 crappy seasons, saw season 3 pick up, started looking forward to seasons 4 and 5 (despite the criminally underused and crappily written part of one character in particular), and right now, today, I'm in the middle of season 7 and if my fucking Netflix dvds do not come in time for the weekend I will have completely short-circuited. How is it that a totally benign character like Daniel Jackson can be sort of irritating and just boring, but the instant he cuts his hair off and they let him smile (once!) a little nuclear explosion goes off in my brain? That poor man, Michael Shanks. He must have drooling women following him everywhere, and were it not for my sense of pride, which is usually absent, I'd be one of those women. He'd have to share my schedule with Anthony Michael Hall, however. I wonder if this is how it will be until I die- crush on the babelicious intellectual in the show that happens to be in season. Good thing the two shows don't overlap. Threesomes in my head aren't my thing.
- I gave up on Bones, Charmed, never watched Close to Home despite having recorded it, quit Medium and Num3ers, and gave Threshold the heave-ho. It feels like less TV than I've seen in a while, and even Alias is looking suspect, though as long as Garner, my girlfriend, is on it, I'll probably stay glued. The cancellation of AD and Kitchen Confidential just made the schedule even thinner.
- Chiro and TV mix: for the last month or so, I've been much less able to focus on shows, even without the commercials, and I think it's (yeah, I'm serious) due to the increased blood flow to my brain from my neck being straight. I'll sit down, watch the intro, and pause it, having thought of two things I needed to do in the house. I blamed my chiro, and he shrugged.
- Celebrated our 10 year anniversary by taking Ron on a surprise hot air balloon ride, which was pretty fun, despite the other couples on the ride being generally surface-level and little kid centric. I'm just glad I pulled off the surprise part.
- I've stabbed my TiVos right in the back by getting a Cox cable HD DVR, which is a total piece of shit in terms of programming, but shows me the prettiest picture I've ever seen. TiVo is truly missing the train by not having a two tuner HD machine. If only Daniel Jackson's face could be in HD. Sigh.
- Bullet holes are mysteriously appearing in our office windows. Huh.
- Dog, cats, and husband are all normal. Ish.
- I really miss all of you and wish I could see you in person again. And now I have to go check the mail at work. For some reason. Just a feeling, really. It probably has nothing to do with Netflix shipping to my office.