Tag Archives: dealing with old injuries

I’m really loathe to admit it

But I think I might be too late for building the Sprint-T. I had to stop taking the nightly ibuprofen, for non-medical reasons, and now most of my joints are only partially functional. I mean I know getting in and out of the car are going to require some upper body strength to pull up until I can get my feet under me for exit and climbing over the top of the cage in and out. Right now I can get my arms level with my shoulder and that’s about as far as it goes. And my right shoulder is not working right either. I mean I can do everything I need to do that doesn’t involve raising my arm or my hands over my head, but pull-ups is not on the list. And three guesses at the motion needed to get out of the car.

The thing that really chaps me is that I’m so close to being able to finish the build now, I have enough income to finish the build without having to take money out of the operating budget. This is the first time in over 50 years that I can say that. Sure back in 1968 I wasn’t old enough to get things I needed, and as a military brat I didn’t have the place to keep stuff nor work on it. Hard to move car parts around the world every few months without things getting “lost”. I finally have the combination of budget and place to keep the parts and work on the car. But now I have problems with being able to manhandle those parts into position as well as getting in and out of the finished car if I even get it finished.

I am depressed, some more again.

OK another round of “My Weird Lyfe”

OK between waking up at 1700 Tuesday and waking up at 1430 or thereabouts today I got a normal amount of sleep for that length of time. I was also awake from 1700 Tuesday until 0230 today (Thursday) so I didn’t get that “normal” amount of sleep in or at a normal time. I was awake during the day because I had to be awake for something I had to do because it was something that had to be done on my computer and nobody uses my computer but me, and also because the person who needed my help is basically useless on a computer for anything except reading web pages and answering e-mail. Then for some reason I couldn’t get back to sleep until I normally do which is between 0300 and 0500.

Mrs. the Poet and I have been discussing my sleep non-pattern, and she’s been treating it as something I have to deal with because there isn’t much she can do about it if anything. There is but it is something she doesn’t want to do, is physically taxing if not distasteful, and my own morals dictate that if she doesn’t want to I can’t.

But, with what I have discovered during this period of insomnia I think I might have traced the source of the strange dreams I have been having or at least the ones I remember. I’m trying to solve some of my needs in my sleep, or possibly my sub-conscious mind is trying to tell me what my problems are in my sleep. Either way the dreams are about my problems. And maybe about how to solve them. The big thing is I can’t solve this problem by just dreaming about it. One of my problems is I’m not getting enough human touch, and that’s nothing you can dream away.

Other things I’m having dreams about are stuff I don’t want to put on the internet, but I still need to take care of them somehow. And I equally have zero idea of how to take care of them, internet or not.

And leaving everyone hanging like that seems like a good place to stop because I have other problems and want other people to suffer because of that…

Not dead just busy and tired

Sorry for not updating the blog, but I have been running around like the proverbial decapitated chicken and then recovering like a sofa spud. Basically I have been bouncing between running like a madman and basically having to spend the day on the couch because my everything hurts. This is not a good situation by anyone’s standard.

Today I’m writing instead of couching, because yesterday I had to go by foot to get stuff taken care of, basically I had to pay my cell phone, and get some groceries I couldn’t get on regular shopping day. I ended up walking about 2 miles (1.9 miles to be precise) and the heat index was about 98°F. Now as per usual I didn’t feel anything but some mild discomfort as I did it, but when I woke up this morning feeling like I didn’t get any rest at all, totally washed out. After consuming the second quart of Gatorade I started feeling more like myself, and I’m about a third of the way through the third quart and almost feeling “right”. I still feel more like going back to bed than posting to my blog, but it’s not that draggy that I can’t function. And as for why I had to go out yesterday, if I didn’t pay my bill I would have lost service shortly after midnight, and I had a one day only deal for a free sandwich that I would have lost if I didn’t use it.

And if you’ll excuse me I really need to have a little lie-down again, because I also have had an inflamed tear duct because pollen. I tell you getting old ain’t for sissies.