Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Health news:
I came, I saw, I got the green light to move forward with my life. In short, x-rays showed continued bone growth in my leg...enough to convince the Good Dr. (Tardis excluded) that I was due for a PT script and a "partial weight bearing" on my right leg. Also, when comfortable, I'm allowed to drive, which will alleviate much work tension and allow my awesome co-workers to get on with their effing lives instead of picking me up/dropping me off every day.
FaceBook/Football news:
It seems that those stupid quizzes have run their course. I see less and less of them every day. It's been replaced with baseball hopes, hockey scores, NBA gibberish (go Nets?), and football drafts. Fine. I can at least see the logic in those.
Speaking of which, for those who know me, I'm a huge NY Football Giants fan. And, while I pay close attention to their workings, I don't follow the changes to other teams as closely. That said (and obviously, working in a vacuum), I believe that their off-season moves, including the draft were awesome. And, as a season ticket holder, I'm happy, especially after the debacle which was last season. Also, in my estimate, and this isn't as much of a dig as it's going to sound, I think that their off-season maneuvers were more productive than the stadium rivals in green. It remains to be seen, but, on paper (and we all know how that works in reality), Giants will thrive, and the Jets are doomed to have a new coach in 2015. That's my opinion and bold predictions based on zero games played, and without spending a lot of time doing the math. Take it as you will.
Sonic Fury news:
Apple bloggers are now predicting that the newest iOS will include provisions to allow for higher bit-rate audio through both the lightning cable and headphone jack. What's that mean? Apparently the request for higher-quality audio is coming through loud and clear. While Apple has had a lossless audio codec (ALAC) for a while, neither the lightning connector nor the headphones bundled with the phone could handle the extra detail supposedly preserved in this larger file format. With regards to my earlier rant about Neil Young's Pono player and audio store, Apple would prefer not to lose those customers with existing iDevices, and so, it seems likely that iOS 8.0 will address this, new lightning cables will be issued with new phones, and the apple headphones will likely get more complex, with higher impedance and better overall sound. TBD, but overall, a move in the right direction, especially for those of us audiophiles who are moving in this direction anyway. Thanks Apple (maybe?) and this may explain why you just spend $3.2 Billion with a "b" on Beats Audio by Dr. Dre.
And, that's the news. Stay tuned for next week's installment of "what's he bitching about this week."
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Stasis
It's a strange thing being physically limited for a brief part of your life. I'm now entering week 7 where I still can't put any weight on my broken leg. The intention of the Doctor is to allow it to permanently heal (min 8 weeks, but could take as many as 12) before he assigns me physical therapy. The muscles in that leg have severely atrophied, and, due to the increased load, the other leg is strained, as are my arms and whole body from crutching. It's not pain, but more like perpetual ache.
People are constantly asking me, "oh, are you feeling better?" or "how are you healing?" I honestly couldn't tell you. All I know is that I'm still on crutches, off pain meds, and can't drive. It's been this way for about 3 weeks now. I won't "test" the leg to see how much pain...that's just ridiculous. Getting x-rays today may shed some light, but, the doctor won't be reading them until Monday...my official "Week 7."
My family really wants me to be better so that I can pick up where I left off. However, I still think that's a long time away. I'm a bit unnerved when thinking of putting pressure on that leg again. Will it hurt? Will my muscles just ache? How many days PT will I need per week and for how many months? What's the total healing time?
I'm losing weight. Strange to think that immobilization is allowing me to slim down. However, I believe that I read somewhere on the internet that you tend to burn as much as 6,000 calories in a day as your body works to mend the injury. If it's on the internet then it must be true.
I guess the biggest issue is that I feel as if I'm in a holding pattern. A wait and see. If I were permanently injured, there would be contingencies regarding mobility and permanent solutions for the disability. Instead, because I'm healing, everything I used to do is waiting for me. How long? I have no idea. Just a different mind-set, I guess. Don't need to change much to make things easier as you'll be right as rain in just a couple of months. So, suck it up. Depend on the kindness of those around you, and get better, whatever that means. I'm sure my family is sick of it.
So, here I am, waiting out the clock. Days come and go, but tomorrow won't be any different than today. Sure, the people around me change...different conversations and environments, but, until I've met a criteria that I can't conceptualize, I'm in stasis. It's neither bad nor good...just boring, and I'm anxious to get on with my life.
People are constantly asking me, "oh, are you feeling better?" or "how are you healing?" I honestly couldn't tell you. All I know is that I'm still on crutches, off pain meds, and can't drive. It's been this way for about 3 weeks now. I won't "test" the leg to see how much pain...that's just ridiculous. Getting x-rays today may shed some light, but, the doctor won't be reading them until Monday...my official "Week 7."
My family really wants me to be better so that I can pick up where I left off. However, I still think that's a long time away. I'm a bit unnerved when thinking of putting pressure on that leg again. Will it hurt? Will my muscles just ache? How many days PT will I need per week and for how many months? What's the total healing time?
I'm losing weight. Strange to think that immobilization is allowing me to slim down. However, I believe that I read somewhere on the internet that you tend to burn as much as 6,000 calories in a day as your body works to mend the injury. If it's on the internet then it must be true.
I guess the biggest issue is that I feel as if I'm in a holding pattern. A wait and see. If I were permanently injured, there would be contingencies regarding mobility and permanent solutions for the disability. Instead, because I'm healing, everything I used to do is waiting for me. How long? I have no idea. Just a different mind-set, I guess. Don't need to change much to make things easier as you'll be right as rain in just a couple of months. So, suck it up. Depend on the kindness of those around you, and get better, whatever that means. I'm sure my family is sick of it.
So, here I am, waiting out the clock. Days come and go, but tomorrow won't be any different than today. Sure, the people around me change...different conversations and environments, but, until I've met a criteria that I can't conceptualize, I'm in stasis. It's neither bad nor good...just boring, and I'm anxious to get on with my life.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Century Egg
So, last weekend, I had invited an old friend to come up, and asked if he could pick up some food for me on his way. Still bummed from not being able to get to NOLA as planned, he agreed to cheer me up and come and play some rummy 500...keep me entertained as we watched JazzFest from afar (new AXS app for iOS was broadcasting for free). We caught the latter part of Anders Osborne, the Mavericks, and then Santana's full set from the previous night.
What's for eats? A couple of years ago, he turned me on to one of the only authentic Japanese ramen restaurants in NJ...minutes from his house. He said that if I called it in, he'd grab it on his way. Awesome. A quick call later and I was on the phone with the one dude who seems to be always there. I told him my issue: I know it's best fresh, but what could he recommend that could travel well, and then how do I prepare it once it gets here. He quickly recommended the "doubly creamy" broth. From experience, I know this meant a chicken and pork-bone-based soup where the cooking process turns the resultant broth a chalky creamy white without the heaviness of a cream-based soup. Then, its filled with marbled pork back or belly, mushrooms, scallions, sauteed crispy garlic and ginger...and noodles. Noodles are typically key, homemade and essential to the soup. No problem. Order me up one of those, and get it here ASAP.
When G arrived, he had my two containers of soup contents. The instructions from the restaurant was to super-heat the broth to almost boiling, and hit the soup innards with 20 second of microwave time, then pour the noodles and contents into the broth. No problem. Instructions were followed to the letter. The resulting bowl of soup looked amazing. Noodles were an egg variety instead of a traditional alkaline soba. Still, it had the other requisite ingredients: pork slices, Japanese version of gefilte fish (fish cake roll), mushrooms, and a shady looking egg. Seriously? Is that what I think it is? That egg, ashy and gray mottled on the outside with a dark-green yolk, was none other than a century egg (1000 year old duck egg, 1000 year egg, etc.): an uncooked, but preserved chicken egg using alkaline and sodium-filled clays to ferment and preserve it for weeks, sometimes months before serving it. The result of its hibernation is a gelatin-like egg white which looks like it's been dipped in ashes, and a yellowish-green to dark-green egg yolk which gives off a sulfur-like aroma, but is described as rich and creamy.
What did I have to lose? I took the second half of that egg, which I had previously passed off as a strangely soft mushroom, and popped it into my mouth. Mixed with the creamy broth and garlic, this thing was awesome. There's no real chew, but that's not terribly unlike a hard-boiled egg. The flavor was salty, rich and creamy like a really soft cheese, and it just melted into my mouth...and then was over. I quickly pushed through the rest of the soup to see if there was another one in there. No such luck. So, I really have no option but to ask G to bring it again sometime in the future. An amazing experience...but just the soup...I got my ass handed to me in rummy 500.
What's for eats? A couple of years ago, he turned me on to one of the only authentic Japanese ramen restaurants in NJ...minutes from his house. He said that if I called it in, he'd grab it on his way. Awesome. A quick call later and I was on the phone with the one dude who seems to be always there. I told him my issue: I know it's best fresh, but what could he recommend that could travel well, and then how do I prepare it once it gets here. He quickly recommended the "doubly creamy" broth. From experience, I know this meant a chicken and pork-bone-based soup where the cooking process turns the resultant broth a chalky creamy white without the heaviness of a cream-based soup. Then, its filled with marbled pork back or belly, mushrooms, scallions, sauteed crispy garlic and ginger...and noodles. Noodles are typically key, homemade and essential to the soup. No problem. Order me up one of those, and get it here ASAP.
When G arrived, he had my two containers of soup contents. The instructions from the restaurant was to super-heat the broth to almost boiling, and hit the soup innards with 20 second of microwave time, then pour the noodles and contents into the broth. No problem. Instructions were followed to the letter. The resulting bowl of soup looked amazing. Noodles were an egg variety instead of a traditional alkaline soba. Still, it had the other requisite ingredients: pork slices, Japanese version of gefilte fish (fish cake roll), mushrooms, and a shady looking egg. Seriously? Is that what I think it is? That egg, ashy and gray mottled on the outside with a dark-green yolk, was none other than a century egg (1000 year old duck egg, 1000 year egg, etc.): an uncooked, but preserved chicken egg using alkaline and sodium-filled clays to ferment and preserve it for weeks, sometimes months before serving it. The result of its hibernation is a gelatin-like egg white which looks like it's been dipped in ashes, and a yellowish-green to dark-green egg yolk which gives off a sulfur-like aroma, but is described as rich and creamy.
What did I have to lose? I took the second half of that egg, which I had previously passed off as a strangely soft mushroom, and popped it into my mouth. Mixed with the creamy broth and garlic, this thing was awesome. There's no real chew, but that's not terribly unlike a hard-boiled egg. The flavor was salty, rich and creamy like a really soft cheese, and it just melted into my mouth...and then was over. I quickly pushed through the rest of the soup to see if there was another one in there. No such luck. So, I really have no option but to ask G to bring it again sometime in the future. An amazing experience...but just the soup...I got my ass handed to me in rummy 500.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Bird-splanation
So, most of you notice that I post a link to this blog directly to FaceBook. It seems like the right place, and anyone who wants to can read it. A couple of people who are regulars asked "What's the deal with the bird icon?" Well, kids, to sum up, I used to help out at The Raptor Trust in Millington, NJ, on the edge of the Great Swamp of NJ. Yes, there's a swamp in NJ. No, to my knowledge it doesn't have the remains of Jimmy Hoffa. I think that honor goes to the Meadowlands. However, bodies aside, it does an awesome service for this part of NJ (and the surrounding areas) by taking in injured wild birds, rehabbing them (if possible), and then releasing them back into the wild (again, if possible).
When I was first getting started with photography, founder Len Soucy allowed me to photograph some of the permanent residents, i.e. those birds either too injured to return to the wild, or those too imprinted on by regular human feedings/interactions. As the Trust focuses on Raptors, they have quasi-on-display some of the top-of-the-food-chain birds which can never be re-released. As you can imagine, the animals that are included in this group has many hawks, eagles and owls that are indigenous to this great state of NJ. And, folks can come almost any day of the year to see who's who in the zoo-ish environment.
Now, the display thing is quite ancillary to the Trust's true purpose. Frankly, those animals are being taken care of. Every day they're fed, cages get cleaned, and medicines are delivered to keep those animals alive. Nine times out of ten, those injured or orphaned animals are so because of human interference, and the Trust is doing its part to help right the wrongs of the harm done to, typically, the apex predators of our region.
This time of year, the Trust is overrun with orphans: hatchlings, mostly songbirds, but some ducks, geese, and "other" as well. For those animals that can not immediately be returned to the nest, the Trust houses the babies, feeds them and cares for them until they can be released back into the wild. As you can imagine, this comes at an enormous expense of this non-profit. So, this week, as Earth Day has just eclipsed us for another year, I ask that you check out their site. Not only do they take monetary donations, but a quick call to the Trust will let you know that they use a tremendous amount of paper towels, garbage bags, and dog food...yes, dog food, that can be donated as well. So, go to the following site, check out what they're about. Notice that they do both school/scout presentations for local schools and troops as well as on-site demonstrations (for a minimal fee, which goes right back into the care of the animals), and carry Earth Day forward into another week/month/year.
Here's where they are on the interwebs: www.theraptortrust.org
Here's where they are on the FaceBook: www.facebook.com/theraptortrust
Do good.
When I was first getting started with photography, founder Len Soucy allowed me to photograph some of the permanent residents, i.e. those birds either too injured to return to the wild, or those too imprinted on by regular human feedings/interactions. As the Trust focuses on Raptors, they have quasi-on-display some of the top-of-the-food-chain birds which can never be re-released. As you can imagine, the animals that are included in this group has many hawks, eagles and owls that are indigenous to this great state of NJ. And, folks can come almost any day of the year to see who's who in the zoo-ish environment.
Now, the display thing is quite ancillary to the Trust's true purpose. Frankly, those animals are being taken care of. Every day they're fed, cages get cleaned, and medicines are delivered to keep those animals alive. Nine times out of ten, those injured or orphaned animals are so because of human interference, and the Trust is doing its part to help right the wrongs of the harm done to, typically, the apex predators of our region.
This time of year, the Trust is overrun with orphans: hatchlings, mostly songbirds, but some ducks, geese, and "other" as well. For those animals that can not immediately be returned to the nest, the Trust houses the babies, feeds them and cares for them until they can be released back into the wild. As you can imagine, this comes at an enormous expense of this non-profit. So, this week, as Earth Day has just eclipsed us for another year, I ask that you check out their site. Not only do they take monetary donations, but a quick call to the Trust will let you know that they use a tremendous amount of paper towels, garbage bags, and dog food...yes, dog food, that can be donated as well. So, go to the following site, check out what they're about. Notice that they do both school/scout presentations for local schools and troops as well as on-site demonstrations (for a minimal fee, which goes right back into the care of the animals), and carry Earth Day forward into another week/month/year.
Here's where they are on the interwebs: www.theraptortrust.org
Here's where they are on the FaceBook: www.facebook.com/theraptortrust
Do good.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Teen Army
I'll preface this with, my brother-in-law will likely kill me after reading this. But, what he has to understand is that this is the most interesting thing that's happened to me in about 3 1/2 weeks...since surgery.
I was on the warpath. I was dealing with some difficult issues at work...stuff that just makes you angry because you don't see the logic...and I received my first "description of benefits" from our health insurance related to the injury/surgery. I was in no mood. Luckily, thankfully, my father-in-law dropped off the cavalry. At 8:50 this morning, Jude and I got Aunt Emily, 13 y/o with a shitload of tolerance, complete with D&D donut holes. Yay! She entertained Jude for most of the morning, fed him lunch, and catered to his (almost) every whim.
Then, one of my best friends from Jude's school came to the rescue, and supervised a trip of his kids and Jude (and Emily) to the park for some much needed outdoor time. No injuries, and it allowed me to yell at the insurance company a little bit without any witnesses. I imagine that is going to be a regular occurrence. That said, it was good for them to be out while I was busy losing cool.
At about 3:30, enter Jake, my 16 y/o vunderkind, Jet fan extraordinaire, journalist, and really decent ad-hoc chef. He was able to take over for a worn out Emily and get dinner prepped for the kids around 5:30. And he made Emily dinner. And he was going to cook something better than I could do for myself (obviously).
Also, around the same time, in came Emma, our 14 y/o mother's helper. This girl is effing invaluable. By herself she's a tour-du-force, able to nuke the kids dinner, get them bathed, and brushed, and washed and to bed. But, with the teen reinforcements I'd already enlisted, this was cake.
Like any good general, you divide your resources to their strengths: Jake was on meals as previously indicated; Emily was on table detail...run napkins, milk, water, etc. Plates and cups. You get the idea. Emma was on bath duty. Get Johanna and Jude clean and washed, and to bed. MOST importantly, to bed.
And, with my Teen regiment, we got it all done. Kids were fed. Emma rocked Johanna's bath. Emily took Jude. Jake found enough for a hodge-podge Mexi-meal complete with guac and veggie quesadillas. Emma moved to dishes. Jake rescued the recycle and took out the trash. Emily took care of Jude, got him dressed and ready for bed (and shared an M&M cookie with him). By 7pm, all the hard work was done, I was ready for a percocet, something stupid on TV, and my wife to come home from the workshop she was running so that we can eat for another week.
As a Jew, I don't celebrate Good Friday, but I get it, and with the concerted team effort I got today, I'm really thankful for all I've got. If you're with your families this weekend, I hope you enjoy their company as much as I get to enjoy mine.
I was on the warpath. I was dealing with some difficult issues at work...stuff that just makes you angry because you don't see the logic...and I received my first "description of benefits" from our health insurance related to the injury/surgery. I was in no mood. Luckily, thankfully, my father-in-law dropped off the cavalry. At 8:50 this morning, Jude and I got Aunt Emily, 13 y/o with a shitload of tolerance, complete with D&D donut holes. Yay! She entertained Jude for most of the morning, fed him lunch, and catered to his (almost) every whim.
Then, one of my best friends from Jude's school came to the rescue, and supervised a trip of his kids and Jude (and Emily) to the park for some much needed outdoor time. No injuries, and it allowed me to yell at the insurance company a little bit without any witnesses. I imagine that is going to be a regular occurrence. That said, it was good for them to be out while I was busy losing cool.
At about 3:30, enter Jake, my 16 y/o vunderkind, Jet fan extraordinaire, journalist, and really decent ad-hoc chef. He was able to take over for a worn out Emily and get dinner prepped for the kids around 5:30. And he made Emily dinner. And he was going to cook something better than I could do for myself (obviously).
Also, around the same time, in came Emma, our 14 y/o mother's helper. This girl is effing invaluable. By herself she's a tour-du-force, able to nuke the kids dinner, get them bathed, and brushed, and washed and to bed. But, with the teen reinforcements I'd already enlisted, this was cake.
Like any good general, you divide your resources to their strengths: Jake was on meals as previously indicated; Emily was on table detail...run napkins, milk, water, etc. Plates and cups. You get the idea. Emma was on bath duty. Get Johanna and Jude clean and washed, and to bed. MOST importantly, to bed.
And, with my Teen regiment, we got it all done. Kids were fed. Emma rocked Johanna's bath. Emily took Jude. Jake found enough for a hodge-podge Mexi-meal complete with guac and veggie quesadillas. Emma moved to dishes. Jake rescued the recycle and took out the trash. Emily took care of Jude, got him dressed and ready for bed (and shared an M&M cookie with him). By 7pm, all the hard work was done, I was ready for a percocet, something stupid on TV, and my wife to come home from the workshop she was running so that we can eat for another week.
As a Jew, I don't celebrate Good Friday, but I get it, and with the concerted team effort I got today, I'm really thankful for all I've got. If you're with your families this weekend, I hope you enjoy their company as much as I get to enjoy mine.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Super-Indifference
You're going to have to pardon me, because I'm about to get nuts about the latest FaceBook trend: surveys.
These days, you can't swing a dead FaceBook cat without finding at least 10 people on your timeline who are participating in surveys that ascribe a character, movie or, in some cases, inanimate objects and concepts to the surveyed based on oversimplified answers to such deep questions as "pick your favorite 1980's movie" or "pick your favorite breed of cat" or something equally inane. People, and I use the term liberally, just stop it. Why? Because if you think that your choice of Smurf is related to your lifetime of acquired beliefs, attributes and outlook on life, then you're absolutely fucking out of your goddam mind.
Ooo...Oooo...which Broadway show am I? Maybe if I say that I like the color purple (the color, not the movie or musical...the friggin color) and I pick Friut Loops over Lucky Charms and Life Cereal (god, that toucan Sam really stands up for my ideals), and then I select Ghostbusters over the Goonies because of my quasi-belief of the paranormal over my understanding of one-eyed pirates...then, maybe, just maybe, the selection of The Lion King really fits me. It's like it understands who I am...which is to say that I DO like to dangle my progeny off a cliff and visit elephant grave yards! Oooo...maybe Michael Jackson was also a Lion King! We have so much in common!!!
People...I've got news for you...nobody gives a shit. As if FaceBook isn't already a glorious waste of time (unless you're a stalker) you then choose to not only participate in this completely worthless activity, but post it to your timeline, because the rest of us really care that you're personality is some logical combination of Garfield (the cat, not the president), the number 9, an apple torte, Joffrey from GoT, and a weed whacker!
We. Don't. Give. A. Rat's. Ass.
If you have time to blow...and you know you do, or you wouldn't be taking these surveys in the first place...make it productive!
For instance:
Game for Cancer! This app allows you to play a game where your success translates into decoding real DNA faults which Scientists can then use to develop cancer treatments!
http://scienceblog.cancerresearchuk.org/2014/02/04/download-our-revolutionary-mobile-game-to-help-speed-up-cancer-research/
Or, educate yourself...hit the NY Times App and see what's going on in the world. Or, better yet, the BBC app...which really reports world news!
But, please, people, I implore you, stop with the nonsense. Just because you're bored doesn't mean that you have to torture the rest of us with your inactivity and pseudo-science. This is Orange Gandalf from Hufflepuff who stared in the movie Footloose and likes crepes, signing off.
These days, you can't swing a dead FaceBook cat without finding at least 10 people on your timeline who are participating in surveys that ascribe a character, movie or, in some cases, inanimate objects and concepts to the surveyed based on oversimplified answers to such deep questions as "pick your favorite 1980's movie" or "pick your favorite breed of cat" or something equally inane. People, and I use the term liberally, just stop it. Why? Because if you think that your choice of Smurf is related to your lifetime of acquired beliefs, attributes and outlook on life, then you're absolutely fucking out of your goddam mind.
Ooo...Oooo...which Broadway show am I? Maybe if I say that I like the color purple (the color, not the movie or musical...the friggin color) and I pick Friut Loops over Lucky Charms and Life Cereal (god, that toucan Sam really stands up for my ideals), and then I select Ghostbusters over the Goonies because of my quasi-belief of the paranormal over my understanding of one-eyed pirates...then, maybe, just maybe, the selection of The Lion King really fits me. It's like it understands who I am...which is to say that I DO like to dangle my progeny off a cliff and visit elephant grave yards! Oooo...maybe Michael Jackson was also a Lion King! We have so much in common!!!
People...I've got news for you...nobody gives a shit. As if FaceBook isn't already a glorious waste of time (unless you're a stalker) you then choose to not only participate in this completely worthless activity, but post it to your timeline, because the rest of us really care that you're personality is some logical combination of Garfield (the cat, not the president), the number 9, an apple torte, Joffrey from GoT, and a weed whacker!
We. Don't. Give. A. Rat's. Ass.
If you have time to blow...and you know you do, or you wouldn't be taking these surveys in the first place...make it productive!
For instance:
Game for Cancer! This app allows you to play a game where your success translates into decoding real DNA faults which Scientists can then use to develop cancer treatments!
http://scienceblog.cancerresearchuk.org/2014/02/04/download-our-revolutionary-mobile-game-to-help-speed-up-cancer-research/
Or, educate yourself...hit the NY Times App and see what's going on in the world. Or, better yet, the BBC app...which really reports world news!
But, please, people, I implore you, stop with the nonsense. Just because you're bored doesn't mean that you have to torture the rest of us with your inactivity and pseudo-science. This is Orange Gandalf from Hufflepuff who stared in the movie Footloose and likes crepes, signing off.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Knew Knews on Knee
Actually, there's really not a tremendous amount to report. Right now I'm about 1 1/2 weeks from the surgery date, and I'm doing fine...fine for a guy who was told not to put any weight bearing pressure on your leg for 8 weeks. By my honed mathematical mind, that means that I've only got 6 1/2 weeks of being severely limited in my mobility. Time flies...eh?
That said, I'm on some great drugs. Every morning I start with a Percocet/Colace cocktail (for obvious reasons), followed by my regular regiment of reflux and allergy pills. Because it's my knee, they want me to stretch it out and articulate it when possible, which means that I can now bend it enough to get my own socks on. I've set up shop on the family recliner, keeping my knee elevated to alleviate swelling...not just in my knee, but also in my foot. A conversation with the doctor yesterday yielded that mild swelling will go down considerably after 6 - 9 months. MONTHS! Pass the drugs, please.
For entertainment, I've been catching up on old episodes of Top Gear, which may be the best show on TV (or maybe that's the drugs talking). Obviously, I have the computer available to me, so I can watch the "likes" pour in on FaceBook or scan youtube for hilarious "Epic Fail" videos. Usually those are with teens+skateboards+asphalt=hilarity, or something like that. Oh, and I've been watching the New York Football Giants have a massive off-season, picking up free agents like they're going out of style...while the other New York team is paper-training their new veteran quarterback. Woof.
But, I will say that none of the above would be possible without my wife. Superwife. I'm sure they're already carving a bust of her for the Mommy Hall Of Fame (minds outta the gutter please). Not only does she make sure that I've got what I need to be stationary all day, but she has been running the kids wherever they need to be. And, she's the master scheduler, making sure that we've got someone here each night to help with the kids while she's tutoring and running class sessions for her district. She's, in a word, amazing. She's exhausted. And, while she was drawing parallels to when she was first pregnant (on bed rest) and then pregnant again, and how I helped out...that was a breeze to what she's been doing this past week. I didn't have two willful children to cart around (one at the most). Family and friends have been invaluable, so I want to lay a broad thank you to all who have offered assistance and provided help while we figure out how to run this thing with two big mouths but one able bodied parent. And, a huge, mega thank you to my wife, without whom I'd be writing my blogs with smoke signals as the house burned down around me.
Now, if you don't mind, I have to see how the Murcielago compares to the 911 GT3 and the new Aston Martin Vanquish. My money's still on the Porsche.
That said, I'm on some great drugs. Every morning I start with a Percocet/Colace cocktail (for obvious reasons), followed by my regular regiment of reflux and allergy pills. Because it's my knee, they want me to stretch it out and articulate it when possible, which means that I can now bend it enough to get my own socks on. I've set up shop on the family recliner, keeping my knee elevated to alleviate swelling...not just in my knee, but also in my foot. A conversation with the doctor yesterday yielded that mild swelling will go down considerably after 6 - 9 months. MONTHS! Pass the drugs, please.
For entertainment, I've been catching up on old episodes of Top Gear, which may be the best show on TV (or maybe that's the drugs talking). Obviously, I have the computer available to me, so I can watch the "likes" pour in on FaceBook or scan youtube for hilarious "Epic Fail" videos. Usually those are with teens+skateboards+asphalt=hilarity, or something like that. Oh, and I've been watching the New York Football Giants have a massive off-season, picking up free agents like they're going out of style...while the other New York team is paper-training their new veteran quarterback. Woof.
But, I will say that none of the above would be possible without my wife. Superwife. I'm sure they're already carving a bust of her for the Mommy Hall Of Fame (minds outta the gutter please). Not only does she make sure that I've got what I need to be stationary all day, but she has been running the kids wherever they need to be. And, she's the master scheduler, making sure that we've got someone here each night to help with the kids while she's tutoring and running class sessions for her district. She's, in a word, amazing. She's exhausted. And, while she was drawing parallels to when she was first pregnant (on bed rest) and then pregnant again, and how I helped out...that was a breeze to what she's been doing this past week. I didn't have two willful children to cart around (one at the most). Family and friends have been invaluable, so I want to lay a broad thank you to all who have offered assistance and provided help while we figure out how to run this thing with two big mouths but one able bodied parent. And, a huge, mega thank you to my wife, without whom I'd be writing my blogs with smoke signals as the house burned down around me.
Now, if you don't mind, I have to see how the Murcielago compares to the 911 GT3 and the new Aston Martin Vanquish. My money's still on the Porsche.
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