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thisnewdayDaughter #2 and I had agreed to meet today at the house in the city to continue the clearing out that needs to happen before it can be put on the market. We had tentatively planned on a 9:30 arrival but, as that time approached, I still hadn't finished my morning routine.
Normally I get up, hydrate, medicate, and then eat. My initial fluid intake for the day is about 16 oz. of filtered water-- which takes a while to get down because, in the meantime, I'm also acclimating myself to being upright and conscious. Then I do 10-15 minutes on the nebulizer for my lungs, followed by about 20 to 30 minutes to prep and eat breakfast.
This morning was complicated a bit by the location and severity of the discomfort in my back. There's always a fair amount of aching and stiffness when I get up in the morning, even though I may have gotten up 2-3 times during the night. And I try to avoid the use of Ibuprofen, which is my go-to med for muscle and joint pain, because of its detrimental effect on the stomach, liver, and kidneys.
However, I knew that if I was going to get through the day without a serious problem, I would have to medicate for the back pain as well. So I took a couple of 80 mg. over-the-counter tablets and took a little extra time while hydrating to get up periodically, walk around, etc.
Anyway, Beck and I both got to the house shortly after 10. Since I'd told her that I was running late, she'd decided to "throw together" one of her amazing split pea-with-ham soups for dinner and invited me to join the family later. Which I was more than happy to say that I'd do.
Then we went in and continued our efforts to deal with the forty-some years of a family's life and history which remained in the house after everyone had moved out and my wife had passed away.
By 2 in the afternoon, when we'd said that we'd wrap things up for the day, we'd sent about 6 contractor's bags to the Rescue Mission and filled 4 more from the basement and attic to be put at the curb for the next trash collection.
In addition, she had continued the sorting and re-boxing process to assure that the keepsakes and other personal items left in the attic by various family members would eventually be restored to their owners. And I continued in the basement, sorting and cleaning various items for sale or donation and staging them upstairs to be picked up later.
Following that, we both went home, showered, put on clean clothes, and then met as planned for dinner. And the soup, as anticipated, was delicious. So much so that, between being ravenously hungry and just indiscriminately enjoying the meal, I managed to provoke another episode, the second this week, with my Schatzki's Ring.
Which means, without getting overly gross or needlessly technical, that the food in my esophagus was unable, for a very uncomfortable 20-or-so minutes, to pass into my stomach. Which I guess is, in fact, both gross and technical. (Sorry.) As well as hella scary and painful.
The problem was, aside from the fact that if it didn't resolved on its own I'd be going to the hospital, we had planned to go to the middle granddaughter's evening soccer practice at an local indoor arena. So I told my daughter to go ahead and that I'd drive myself to the arena "when" it resolved.
Which, thankfully, it did. After which I drove to the arena and spent the rest of the hour watching the granddaughter, on one of two indoor soccer fields, working out with the other 8- through 12-year-olds from her local rec league. Which is majorly entertaining because the coach who heads the league is a really funny guy who gets a kick out of simultaneously engaging the kids on the field and the parents on the sideline.
After that, I came home, made a plywood pattern for the cardboard backing pieces that I've decided to use in my refurbished target box, and cut about a dozen pieces using it. It'll take about 30 of them because "Benny" penetrates about 20 such plies using the Czech JSB wadcutters which we use for more precise penetration of our paper targets.
Then I did my evening meds, with the exception of the nebulizer treatment, and sat down to read the local and national news.
Because, you know, I enjoy the nightmares that come with contemplating the spineless Congressional majority following their clueless leader down the road to trade war with China, nuclear war with the North Koreans, or Constitutional crisis over his assault on our Democracy. Or maybe all three, if he's successful in his "plan" to "Make Amerika Great Again."
Now, I'm signing off, wishing everyone a good night and hoping that, if there's a world to wake up to tomorrow it'll be one without excruciating back pain or food that won't go down.
However, if I have to chose one, I'll dodge the nuclear holocaust with everyone else and suffer through the back pain...
LPK
Dreamwidth
4.10.2018
Normally I get up, hydrate, medicate, and then eat. My initial fluid intake for the day is about 16 oz. of filtered water-- which takes a while to get down because, in the meantime, I'm also acclimating myself to being upright and conscious. Then I do 10-15 minutes on the nebulizer for my lungs, followed by about 20 to 30 minutes to prep and eat breakfast.
This morning was complicated a bit by the location and severity of the discomfort in my back. There's always a fair amount of aching and stiffness when I get up in the morning, even though I may have gotten up 2-3 times during the night. And I try to avoid the use of Ibuprofen, which is my go-to med for muscle and joint pain, because of its detrimental effect on the stomach, liver, and kidneys.
However, I knew that if I was going to get through the day without a serious problem, I would have to medicate for the back pain as well. So I took a couple of 80 mg. over-the-counter tablets and took a little extra time while hydrating to get up periodically, walk around, etc.
Anyway, Beck and I both got to the house shortly after 10. Since I'd told her that I was running late, she'd decided to "throw together" one of her amazing split pea-with-ham soups for dinner and invited me to join the family later. Which I was more than happy to say that I'd do.
Then we went in and continued our efforts to deal with the forty-some years of a family's life and history which remained in the house after everyone had moved out and my wife had passed away.
By 2 in the afternoon, when we'd said that we'd wrap things up for the day, we'd sent about 6 contractor's bags to the Rescue Mission and filled 4 more from the basement and attic to be put at the curb for the next trash collection.
In addition, she had continued the sorting and re-boxing process to assure that the keepsakes and other personal items left in the attic by various family members would eventually be restored to their owners. And I continued in the basement, sorting and cleaning various items for sale or donation and staging them upstairs to be picked up later.
Following that, we both went home, showered, put on clean clothes, and then met as planned for dinner. And the soup, as anticipated, was delicious. So much so that, between being ravenously hungry and just indiscriminately enjoying the meal, I managed to provoke another episode, the second this week, with my Schatzki's Ring.
Which means, without getting overly gross or needlessly technical, that the food in my esophagus was unable, for a very uncomfortable 20-or-so minutes, to pass into my stomach. Which I guess is, in fact, both gross and technical. (Sorry.) As well as hella scary and painful.
The problem was, aside from the fact that if it didn't resolved on its own I'd be going to the hospital, we had planned to go to the middle granddaughter's evening soccer practice at an local indoor arena. So I told my daughter to go ahead and that I'd drive myself to the arena "when" it resolved.
Which, thankfully, it did. After which I drove to the arena and spent the rest of the hour watching the granddaughter, on one of two indoor soccer fields, working out with the other 8- through 12-year-olds from her local rec league. Which is majorly entertaining because the coach who heads the league is a really funny guy who gets a kick out of simultaneously engaging the kids on the field and the parents on the sideline.
After that, I came home, made a plywood pattern for the cardboard backing pieces that I've decided to use in my refurbished target box, and cut about a dozen pieces using it. It'll take about 30 of them because "Benny" penetrates about 20 such plies using the Czech JSB wadcutters which we use for more precise penetration of our paper targets.
Then I did my evening meds, with the exception of the nebulizer treatment, and sat down to read the local and national news.
Because, you know, I enjoy the nightmares that come with contemplating the spineless Congressional majority following their clueless leader down the road to trade war with China, nuclear war with the North Koreans, or Constitutional crisis over his assault on our Democracy. Or maybe all three, if he's successful in his "plan" to "Make Amerika Great Again."
Now, I'm signing off, wishing everyone a good night and hoping that, if there's a world to wake up to tomorrow it'll be one without excruciating back pain or food that won't go down.
However, if I have to chose one, I'll dodge the nuclear holocaust with everyone else and suffer through the back pain...
LPK
Dreamwidth
4.10.2018
