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Re: I'm more broken than you - King Bob - 02-04-2015
Well I am back and apparently I've missed a lot! DM is on BP meds? What?
I have to say that I am actually much better than I was - my wife's trainer had a background in PT, so after my back problem he worked with me to strengthen things, and (although it did take well over a year, almost two) I am now totally off ibuprofen (I was at 16 tabs a day for a while) and only have a little soreness sometimes. I do have to be careful about bending and twisting simultaneously, but that doesn't come up much. So I am now not more broken than you. I suppose being lazy and not doing sports or martial arts has actually worked out well for me.
And if you want a trainer to help you rehab I can recommend one.
Re: I'm more broken than you - Greg_phpbb3_import1 - 02-04-2015
Nice to hear from you, King Bob.
It's always the back . . .
16 tabs a day - wow - Drunk Monk - 02-04-2015
Good thing you got off that as that must have been hell on your liver.
I'm back in training now, studying traditional Seven Star Praying Mantis. My previous Shaolin Master made it for San Diego and I drifted for several months, gained 10 lbs, and struggled with my BP meds and my chigger-torn-up flesh. The new BP med is settling in nicely. My skin is still riddled with scars despite bathing in Mederma and sea buckthorn. The tricky thing is the photosensitivity. I know I could burn all this scar tissue off with one good tanning, but my BP meds make me photosensitive now, so I get rashes a lot. I still get chiro every two weeks - I'd get more but that's all I can afford really. The Kung Fu has been good. My new school has a handful of adults that are around my age and serious, alongside twice as many teenagers who are barely engaged. The classes are a lot of conditioning, pad work and drills. Hurts so good. Heals so slow.
Re: I'm more broken than you - King Bob - 02-04-2015
Actually I never seemed to feel any ill effects from it that I could tell. Worse was the period of severe pain before the steroid injections - there were a few months that are pretty much a blank.
aw man - Drunk Monk - 07-01-2015
So last night at Kung Fu practice, my left calf seized up in cramps. It was really hot, and given my level of exhaustion going from TCEC&KFTCD>CALI ROOTS>Ramayana>T2Oaxaca>SNWMF>GD50, I suppose something had to give. Now I think it's a minor strain, perhaps even a small tear, as I'm limping pretty bad. I'm doing all I can to get back in shape for GD50 Chicago - massage, epson salts, muscle relaxants, light stretching.
The funny thing is that so many Deadheads were glad of having seats. Us too. Looking at the standing-room-only floor, the general consensus was 'I'm too old for that shit.'
geez disease strikes again. :oops:
Re: I'm more broken than you - El Dingo - 07-18-2015
So I finally got hit with a hospital stay.
The weekend after the Giant's Bruce Lee night I started feeling a little 'off' . What started as a few body aches turned into the inablity to walk across the the room without getting winded. After a few days off work I gave in and called the doctor. After explaining how difficult it was for me to perform any activity without my lungs bursting he had me walk to the main hospital building 2 blocks away for lab tests. After I returned he realized he forgot one and had me walk back for a CT scan.
After the CT scan one of the nurses came up to me and asked me to accompany her to the E.R. (no reason given). I was admitted, led to a treatment room and told to lie down on the gurney. I was hooked up to sensors and IV saline drip.
Apparently the CT scan had revealed blood clots in both of my lungs (Bilateral Pulmonary Embolism). This can happen if you are on a long flight and the pressurization/depressurization cause blood clots to flow from your legs to your heart. I have not been on a flight and have been feeling pretty good. They have no idea what caused them. I gave them many, many blood samples for future testing.
The attending intern recommended at least one night's stay for observation. Of course when the senior M.D. came in later I heard her tell them she would have sent me home, but since I had already signed the admitting papers...
The new Kaiser hospital in Oakland is pretty nice. All the rooms are private, with 48" LCD TVs, free movies, gourmet meals (I had the tofu and noodles with roasted vegetables) and bay windows.
They also have vitals checks every 4 hours and the lady in the room next to mine was screaming "SOMEONE HELP ME" most of the night. I barely slept.
I was discharged the next day (after 8 hours of waiting for the request to be processed) and sent home with a bag of hypos I have to inject myself with twice a day and a bill for............ $65.00 ($25.oo co-pay + $40.00 for the medicine). They even gave me a parking voucher.
What this all would have cost without insurance terrifies me.
Anyway, home now, feel fine.
Re: I'm more broken than you - Dr. Ivor Yeti - 07-19-2015
Holy Frijoles! I'm very glad they caught it -- that shit can kill you dead. My younger brother had same, they caught it in time, and it took him a year to get the "all clear".
I'll toast to "near misses" next time a raise a glass, Mr. Dingo!
Thank goodness for your Kaiser coverage - Drunk Monk - 07-19-2015
What an ordeal. We'll be curious to hear what those tests show. Be sure to follow up as I'm with Kaiser too and following up is not usually their forte.
Glad you're feeling better.
Re: I'm more broken than you - King Bob - 07-20-2015
Kaiser is great for the one-stop care. I've been driving my mom all over lately because PAMF is spread out - and they suck.
Yea, my wife and kids are with PAMF and we agree - Drunk Monk - 07-21-2015
PAMF totally screws us a lot in terms of provider shifts and such. But then, there's no Kaiser in the Cruz, so if I get into an emergency, I'm screwed. Kaiser only has a basketball/roller derby court in the Cruz. I'd have to go to PAMF and then transfer to San Jo Kaiser ASAP. Fortunately, there's a Kaiser really close to my work where I've been going for years.
Re: I'm more broken than you - Greg_phpbb3_import1 - 07-21-2015
How odd. I thought I was the only Kaiser person. Although Kaiser did try and kill my father. Scared to think what their med bills would be like without Kaiser, since they have almost weekly visits.
Re: I'm more broken than you - King Bob - 07-21-2015
I am also on Kaiser and I like it, but then I almost never go to the doctor. It was great when I was having back problems, since no getting authorization to go to a specialist, etc.
For some reason older health care professionals (nurses anyway) like my mother all hate Kaiser, but I have never heard any specific reasons behind it.
Shattered - cranefly - 07-28-2015
I’m sitting/lying on the floor in the kitchen. My head and right shoulder are against the washer, aching a bit. In my right hand I’m holding the 12-cup carafe of our coffee-maker. Actually all I’m holding is the handle and upper ring made of black plastic. The carafe itself is in pieces all about me -- hundreds of glass shards covering the kitchen floor and extending outside onto the wooden deck. Some pieces are in the living room behind me.
Moments ago I had used the carafe to fill the coffee-maker with water. Since there was extra water in the carafe (we’re in the midst of a drought, after all), I took it in the living room to water the Christmas cactus. As I was returning to the kitchen, I caught my right foot on an Ethernet cable snaking from the router in my office to the new 46-inch smart TV in the living room. As I quickly discovered, it doubles nicely as a tripwire. My right foot caught in midstep, sending me into an accelerated headfirst sprawl into the kitchen as I tried to recover.
My head just missed the edge of the heavy metal kitchen door, which was open. That could have been really ugly. Fortuitously, my head and right shoulder struck the sheet metal side of the washer, which had some give. My right elbow hit the linoleum floor, just missing a brick we use to prop the door open. That could have been nasty too. I landed hard on my bad hip. Yet despite a bit of an ache in all my contact points, I seemed okay after maybe 20 seconds. How in the hell was that possible? I believe that, miraculously, my head, shoulder, elbow and hip all hit at the same time, distributing the force of impact.
It was a loud, jarring crash, punctuated by the shattering of the carafe, which hit the corner of the fridge. Lying there, I expected Lady Cranefly to appear at any moment. She had been in bed, but my racket could have wakened the dead. To be honest, I wanted her to take a picture of me in my position, holding the carafe handle. It struck me as rather comical. What is it with us guys that we seek to preserve our stupid mistakes? Then again, it isn’t just guys. The Queen puts us all to shame with her dog-walking exploits. But anyway, as the minutes passed, I realized that Lady Cranefly wasn’t coming (later I learned that she’d heard something, but just turned over and went back to sleep).
I lay in the kitchen for some time, not because I was hurting or shaken up or anything. In fact, I was quite comfortable. I lingered there simply to reflect on my good fortune. It made for an interesting meditative exercise. I even lifted the carafe handle a bit to make a toast to serendipity.
Eventually I got up and cleaned the whole mess up, which took a while. Just when you think you've got all the glass, your bare foot says, "Here's a piece!"
An hour later, Lady Cranefly got up and made instant coffee, same as I had to do. Her only remark was, “Have you looked into getting a replacement for the carafe yet?” (She saw the shards in the wastebasket.) I told her that I’d been looking on Amazon. Turns out it’s cheaper to just buy a whole new coffee-maker than to order the replacement carafe from the manufacturer.
Even now she thinks I just dropped the carafe. Little does she know the full measure of my misadventure.
I probably shouldn't be posting this here, as by the grace of luck I’m not more broken than you.
hold the phone.... - Drunk Monk - 07-28-2015
what the heck is a christmas cactus?
sounds like a euphemism.
Seriously? Never heard of a Christmas cactus? - cranefly - 07-29-2015
Most Buddhist living rooms have a Christmas cactus.
Okay, maybe not.
It's a very common houseplant, a cactus native to southeastern Brazil. It's called that because it usually blooms over Christmas.
My mom had one that was over a hundred years old. Maybe pushing 150. We tracked it back through various ancestors. As far as I know, it's still living in my mom's old house, which my cousin bought. My plant is a starter from that one.