This was day 2 of fasting blood draws for the new trial I’m in with a 25 hour ambulatory blood pressure monitor between the draws. That means I went almost 20 hours with nothing but water and a torture device squeezing my arm every 15 minutes. And when I say torture device I mean that because of stress and pain from my back my BP was about 170/100, and the amount of pressure needed to get those readings was very painful. In fact I have a large bruise on my arm from the pressure, but interestingly it’s not where the measuring cuff was placed but right below the edge of the cuff on the inside of my elbow.
Something else interesting is I was looking at a bad cylinder head the other day when I got an image that showed a spark plug with 5 or 6 exposed threads sticking up in the combustion chamber and the tip extending past the surface of the head.
This one has the plug tip just slightly below the surface of the head and no exposed threads on the spark plug. I would need to angle mill a small amount from this head to get the combustion chamber CCs right but I should just be able to get a slightly cooler heat range for the plug to make it work on E85. I spent a lot of time thinking about that last night to distract myself from the blood pressure monitor squeezing the life out of my arm.
I was listening to the Peter Gabriel channel on YTM and while some of those videos look ridiculous now some are still avant guard even in 2017. They aged incredibly well even in the face of enormous changes in the state of the art for video.
Well I really need to shower and get to bed, I’m not even making sense to myself right now.
I had a hard time getting out of the house for the trip to the LRK because Clint was “helping” me get dressed and out the door then decided he wanted back in right after I locked the door on my way out. I was on the wrong side of the street when the bus went by while I was trying to get across. That led to me walking about a mile and a half to catch the crosstown bus I wanted to catch at the station, after it was already en route. I got there in time and I even managed to check in to a bonus check-in 4 times while I was going to and from the LRK and breakfast.
So anyway, I was supposed to catch the bus that went by the main road at 0658 so I got up at 0600 to shower and dress and leave in time to catch the bus, but between Clint “helping” me get dressed and his deciding to turn around right after I locked the door I got going 5 minutes later than planned, resulting in my watching the bus go by from the wrong side of the street instead of riding it to the transit station for the crosstown bus. So I hoofed it to the bus stop where the crosstown bus turned on Beltline about another mile and a half from that stop. Then I sat and waited a few minutes for the bus and for my left foot to stop hurting. Part of the reason I missed the bus is my normal bed time is 0400 or so, usually later rather than earlier, and I get up about 1200 or 1300 instead of 0600. This meant I was running on very little sleep which means I was running slow, and still am. I have caffeinated to the limits, but I’m still having problems putting two coherent sentnces together in a row.
I’m gonna take that as a sign to hang it up and hit the sack.
Billed @€0.02, Opus the Unkillable