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30 Thursday Jun 2016

Posted by David in Health Issues

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Here I am, sitting at the keyboard, having just set up a doctor’s appointment for a prostate exam. I’m at the age where a prostate exam is a life saver, and a digital rectal exam is a small price to pay.  We shall see what’s in store. The primary care physician will also set up the referral for an endoscopy, since it’s been 10 years since my last one of those. Somebody said people retire so they can go to their doctors and the funerals of their friends.

Moving along, I have been active in the pool all week. I enjoy the water for exercise more than walking or running, especially in the summer when the temperatures hit the 90’s. Usually the pool is the only option unless I want to exercise shortly after dawn.

 

Laundry Day, Circa 1958

28 Tuesday Jun 2016

Posted by David in Love and stuff, memoir, seduction

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On the vinyl-covered flossy line,

Stretched between two iron T’s

Painted with silvery aluminum paint,

Are their secrets, of a sort.

Her slips, brassieres and panties, pristine white as a wedding gown.

His button-front cotton drawers,  archaic as a shaving brush,

Hang pegged to the line with wooden pins, by spring-loaded tension.

The wind blows on this sunny day,

Evaporation is magic as shirts and chinos change to cotton boards,

As another metamorphosis, by shiny electric iron, awaits.

Night finds the bed  clothed anew, sheets infused with outdoor smell,

The fragrant aphrodisiac invites repose, compels arousal.

He removes the propriety of pyjamas, as she sheds opacity of nightgown.

And, confident of sleeping children and plaster walls,

With caress and kiss,  pant and cry,

They create, at the very least,

…..another load of laundry

Those Numbers On Your Drivers License Are Your Age

25 Saturday Jun 2016

Posted by David in Health Issues

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exercise, Weight Watchers

I guess I’m supposed to feel old, however old feels, today.  My elder son celebrated his fortieth birthday. Since I was 25 on the day he was born, that means I am 65.  65 just doesn’t compute. Sure I hurt physically; back pain, some pain in my shoulder, but I hurt physically when I was 34 and 63. The fine print seems to be finer and a  bright light when reading is my friend.

This hasn’t been a day about feeling old. I went to Weight Watchers and learned I lost 5.4 pounds (2.49 kg) since last week. I started out earlier in June weighing 213 lbs (15 stones 3 lbs, 96.6 kg). I am following their program, not doing my “version” of it. Their program  is working for me. Now I am at 206.8 lbs, (14 stone 11 lb,  or 93.8 kg). I went for my 4 mile power walk and I felt drained afterwards, but feel great now.

So life is good. As the saying goes, life isn’t about having what I want but wanting I have.

The Writer’s Life: Fantasy Vs. Reality

23 Thursday Jun 2016

Posted by David in Uncategorized

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In Fantasy Life, I wake up, Good To Go, ready to sit at the computer and bare my very soul in words that the Swedish Nobel Committee is reading approvingly as I write.   In Real Life,  back pain wakes me up. I go make coffee, text with a friend, think about the crap I have to do today which I subconsciously put up with, so I can avoid writing.

I had one project, to get the Weight Watchers mobile app working on my Smartphone. I accomplished that and also reset my page on the online site, so I can track my Weight Watchers SmartPoints.  It’s another activity I’ve been avoiding, thinking my post surgeries weight gain is going to manage itself, disappearing on its own.. It hasn’t yet..

Writing wise, there’s a poem I wrote and will publish today. I will try to do more, allowing for the back pain which comes when I sit for extended periods, say an hour or so.

Being an adult sucks, sometimes.

Catch-up Time, Plus A Quick Survey of Blessings.

20 Monday Jun 2016

Posted by David in Uncategorized

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Time sure flies when you’re procrastinating. Not that I planned to be away this long. We  had several  dramas, “incidents and accidents”, to use Paul Simon’s marvelous little phrase.  My stepmother Dorothy fell at the Y and cracked her coccyx, AKA, “tailbone”. All in all, it turned out as well as you can hope for when a ninety year old falls. She just won’t be back at the Y til she’s healed a little more.

Then we had to deal with the final legal details pertaining to my brother’s estate. Part of the legacy was an envelope full of packets of stamps, mostly “Forever”, but some 42-cent  Christmas stamps from several Christmases ago.  That was so typical of my brother; to have a bunch of stamps.

The following week Dorothy’s Persian cat was acting odd, sort of lethargic with no appetite. I took Dorothy and Sugar to the vet, left Sugar for a work-up while Dorothy and I went home.  Turns out Sugar has  “the sugar”.  Yep, feline diabetes. She is not on kitty insulin yet, but she started a special diet.

During all these singular events, I continued with physical therapy for my back, twice a week. It was actually a workout disguised as physical therapy. It was tough, but I actually enjoyed it. This comes from a man who enjoys swimming 2 miles straight through. At PT I became very familiar with a device called the Total Gym, the apparatus for which Christie Brinkley and Chuck Norris do an infomercial.  The Total Gym is a serious piece of exercise equipment, sturdy and well-made. The particular exercise I performed was pushing my body weight with my legs while leaning back against the backboard. Serious stuff.

Going to physical therapy and doctors’ offices has reaffirmed my belief that I am an extremely fortunate 65 year old.  I’ll take my repaired rotator cuff and fused spine at L4/L5  any day over what I see my contemporaries  (and younger folks) enduring.  Specifically I see weight problems that put strain on joints; a man, crippled by Multiple Sclerosis, who gets in the pool and treads water every day. I am incredibly lucky.

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