I have been experiencing much pain in my right hip that I believe is caused by sleeping on a worn-out futon. So I have been sleeping on the bed in the guest room to test the hypothesis, which after two nights is partially confirmed. I woke up this morning with only mild tenderness in the hip muscles over the actual hip joint instead the actual crippling pain I was waking up to. I felt so good I walked to a place about a mile away where I could by the cats food with the money I had in the card I got from the one gig I had that I can’t even describe without violating the NDA. While I was there I also picked up some shoelaces to repair the drawstring in my favorite pair of shorts. So anywho, I had some problems with getting tired at the end of the walk that affected my balance, but my hip was primo.
And I should have slowed down and taken some pictures of the repair job, but the frayed drawstring is now in the garbage can and the shorts tested just fine when I did the pull-down test after I pulled the drawstring up as tight as I could get it. The repair was actually fairly easy, I pulled as much of the drawstring out of the shorts as I could get, put what is called a bight, basically a u-turn for the string, and threaded the end of one shoestring through it to make a square knot. Rinse, repeat with the other end of the drawstring, then tuck the knots inside the waistband so they don’t come undone later. Then voila my favorite shorts no longer fall down around my ankles when I sneeze, inhale, or bend over and stand up straight quickly. 😈 I can now walk to get the mail without fear of arrest for indecent exposure if I get an allergy attack on the way back to the house from the box with only one hand free.
I mentioned walking to a store a mile away for a 2 mile round trip today, well this was the second 2-mile day in a row after taking the long way out and back to buy a Lotto ticket yesterday, with no hip issues at all either day. So Mrs. the Poet and I are discussing what we need to do to get the good bed into our room. I just want to swap the mattress to the futon frame and the futon to the box spring, while she is saying to move both beds from one room to the other. I’ll update you on the final outcome of the debate after we come to a conclusion.
My back pain has gone from piccolos and violins screeching to cellos and tubas throbbing. I don’t know how well this translates for the non-musical reader, but for you a different imagery. Instead of the sharp but intermittent pain from before I now have a less intense but more constant pain. I can deal with the amount of pain I have now pretty well, and from previous experience I can tell that this particular injury has turned the corner to recovery.
Yesterday we celebrated my grandson’s 5th birthday with presents, and cupcakes and ice cream. I got him a book, naturally, a Little Golden Book of his favorite superhero, Ironman. But his favorite present that got the most play was some Beyblade tops. Books are more of a quiet time thing and the party was anything but quiet. I’m sure he will get around to reading it or getting it read to him soon.
Tomorrow I’m going to get a cat scan and sonogram of my kidneys for the lab rat gig. I’m really excited about this because it represents a massive step forward in the treatment of hypertension, a cure rather than daily medication. I know that my contribution won’t even merit a footnote aside from “volunteer participants in study” but still this is exciting damnit!
No progress on the TGS2 in any way, too much running around and grocery shopping the last two days. And I really don’t have anything else to write about for the same reason. I was on the road and nothing really happened except cars went by. And I have serious doubts about describing passing traffic as entertainment. That would rate up there with a dramatic reading of the phonebook residential pages.
I’m currently in a washout for new antidepressants, and I’m not doing well emotionally. I’m having problems corralling my thoughts which makes writing somewhat difficult. It’s almost like being depressed makes my ADHD worse. When you consider that the normal treatment for ADHD is meth, being depressed making ADHD worse makes sense. And that makes me think that maybe ADHD is a side effect of being depressed, or depression is a side effect of ADHD? Anyway having one makes the other worse especially when both are untreated. This is another potential point of study that could be explored by someone in the future, and I won’t even ask to be mentioned in the credits 😀 .