The last straw
One-and-a-half to two years ago I had at least 75 straws left in a giant cellophane package that started with a “hunderd” or so.
I use about one per week, and used to wonder if I’d be around to finish them off.
At that time I was having so-called “episodes,” which didn’t seem like dizzy spells, but as if my heart had stopped and the blood was draining from my head.
After 89 bazilyun tests, a neurologist suggested the “episodes” might be a side-effect of the calcium-blocker blood-pressure medication I was taking at that time — and I had just doubled the dose.
We subsequently dropped that medication, and began working-out at a physical-therapy gym.
I had been referred there by the neurologist for post-stroke balance issues; but the therapist and I were more interested in my getting back into shape.
I started at 225, or so they say (I think that was fully clothed), and was soon down to 200.
Then the owner went ballistic when I blogged a public-figure patient, although I think they were fishing for an excuse to toss me — I was busting their equipment.
So we moved on to the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA — and they had better equipment, and more of it.
I was hitting the “Y” two-or-three days a week.
I also began running — wasn’t sure I could at age-63, but apparently I can.
Running partially supplanted the “Y,” now we are down to one-or-two visits per week.
Running is two-or-three times a week; and I’m still doing it. Below freezing or less, but my running-route is still snow-free. (About 28 degrees this morning [Wednesday, November 28, 2007].)
So last Saturday (November 24, 2007) I used the last straw.
We move on to the new box.
About 200 Q-tips are left.
1.5+ years ago I’d be wondering if I’d finish them.
But now I don’t worry about it any more. I probably will finish them.
I use about one per week, and used to wonder if I’d be around to finish them off.
At that time I was having so-called “episodes,” which didn’t seem like dizzy spells, but as if my heart had stopped and the blood was draining from my head.
After 89 bazilyun tests, a neurologist suggested the “episodes” might be a side-effect of the calcium-blocker blood-pressure medication I was taking at that time — and I had just doubled the dose.
We subsequently dropped that medication, and began working-out at a physical-therapy gym.
I had been referred there by the neurologist for post-stroke balance issues; but the therapist and I were more interested in my getting back into shape.
I started at 225, or so they say (I think that was fully clothed), and was soon down to 200.
Then the owner went ballistic when I blogged a public-figure patient, although I think they were fishing for an excuse to toss me — I was busting their equipment.
So we moved on to the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA — and they had better equipment, and more of it.
I was hitting the “Y” two-or-three days a week.
I also began running — wasn’t sure I could at age-63, but apparently I can.
Running partially supplanted the “Y,” now we are down to one-or-two visits per week.
Running is two-or-three times a week; and I’m still doing it. Below freezing or less, but my running-route is still snow-free. (About 28 degrees this morning [Wednesday, November 28, 2007].)
So last Saturday (November 24, 2007) I used the last straw.
We move on to the new box.
About 200 Q-tips are left.
1.5+ years ago I’d be wondering if I’d finish them.
But now I don’t worry about it any more. I probably will finish them.
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