She’s recovered from COVID, but still has a bit of brain fog. Told her I fully understand the brain fog. She might have occasional brain fog (looking at paperwork, knowing she knows what to do, but at the same time confused by it all) but she worked my asterisk off. My butt is so sore.
And guess what? I get to do it again Monday!
I thought Simon the Sadist was a tough physio-therapist. That isn’t anything compared to him as an exercise therapist. As an exercise therapist, he makes you push yourself, but not to the point you cause damage.
Picture this: while getting ready to do a session on the reformer, of which there are two of them, our typical exchange.
Simon: Ok, we’re going to work on the abs today.
Me: Sure, you may proceed.
Simon: Alright, we can both do them.
Me: (looking down at one of the reformers) I don’t think we’ll both fit.
(I get myself settled and start doing the prescribed exercise)
Simon: How many was that?
Me: I don’t know. Keeping count is YOUR job!
(climbing off reformer, and there is NO graceful way of doing so, trust me)
Simon: So, what’s you plans for today?
(I make grand hand gesture pointing towards him)
Simon: And the rest of the week?
(repeat first gesture)
He had me do some laps around the place, hold 3kg weights in each hand.
My hand are so sore today, along with the abs running down along the ribs… and my shoulders. He needs to pad the shoulder stops, because I wear an anti-gravity device (aka bra) and those stops really make the straps dig in.
My ass hurts. That being typed, I can also say I don’t have another session on Friday, as Meg tested positive for COVID. As much as my ass hurts, this stop and go (dare I say) exercise routine leaves much to be desired.
I’m supposed to be going twice a week, but lately it’s been once a week. I’m tired of having to start over from almost the beginning. I don’t fault Meg for getting sick; life happens. Do the exercises at home, you say? I can’t. I don’t have the equipment. I do what I can to mimic them, but without the resistance training devices, I’m at a standstill.
Hey Skype; I didn’t ask for, request your Bing chat bot, or Skype chat bot to be attached to my Skype account/window. It’s bad enough you turned the desktop program into a mobile phone look-a-like.
Doesn’t do a damned thing.
I went to bed early, because I had an appointment to see my exercise therapist. I groggily get up, manage to get dressed. Staggered off to get first cup of coffee in the morning. In between sips of coffee, got my hair brushed and braided. Readied by bottle of cold water, and when 8am rolled around, we hit the road.
I get there, and get asked why I am there. I tell the ‘receptionist in training’ that I have an 8:30am session with Meg. She said no I didn’t. Uhh, I have been seeing Meg on Monday and Friday for the past almost 2 months (exception when it was a Wednesday and Friday, because Monday was a holiday.)
Now, I had/have the card with the appointment times and dates, but I put them on my phone and left the card on my desk.
We get shown the door. I found out the hard way and stress and agitation fires up the old GERD. I came home. Took photograph of my appointment card, and emailed it to them. By now, I have chewed two antacid tablets.
2 hours later, I get this weak, wishy-washy excuse that Simon, my physiotherapist deleted the appointment. How he has access my exercise therapists’ calendar is beyond me.
So, here I am, trying to stay calm. Even took a short nap. But I am still gritting my teeth. If *I* cancelled an appointment without notifying them, I would get charged some fee. But they can do it to ME and I just have to let it slide.
Because of IINETs’ shoddy handling of unloading email service, and then with almost no notice, deleted the websites. Why? because their corporate monkeys have decided websites and email has nothing to do with the internet(?)
Regardless, I managed to get the website downloaded. Good thing, too, because my custom mood icons for LiveJournal were being hosted on our IINET website, and I downloaded them. Then came the fun part of uploading them to another place, and then correcting all 135 links. GAH! It’s done.
Had exercise therapy today. Most of the time was on the reformer/pilates machine, under expert supervision. Way back in 2006 when I have a calcified disk collapse, it damaged the nerves in my left leg. It’s left some of the muscles flaccid. So, using the reformer ‘forces’ those flaccid muscles to work. My right leg has an ache in it, but the left leg is only a bit wobbly. No pain in left leg is my silver lining.
So to type.
Alan had to have a double hernia repaired. Wing and I have been doing what’s needed to take care of him. I have to admit, I am knackered. Had to change his surgical dressings. Ugh. At least the incisions are looking good. But standing at a 45 degree angle to carefully remove and replace 5 dressings was a bit problematical for my back.
Parcel arrived from Amazon. I got a laugh out of “This box is made of less material”, when there was another box inside of it. At least the item I ordered was actually in the inner box. If I had opened yet another box, would have thought I was in an episode of Doctor Who?.
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Because of circumstances mostly beyond my control (neighbor selling house to move to east coast to be closer to elderly parents) and from me no longer begging family in the U.S. for some form of communication (email, text message, even a FB message) I have become very isolated. I can’t talk to Wing and Alan about it, because that leads to them hovering and giving me no peace.
Am I lonely? Crushingly so, but outwardly you can’t tell. I put on the socially correct face and attitude. I’ve actually gotten really good at it.
No scarring, not signs of any growths or other abnormalities. But the I had one helluva surprise a few weeks later.
I started having chest pains. Just a little, then it got worse and worse. I ended up taking an ambulance ride to the hospital emergency.
After many blood tests, ECG tracings, some really painful poking seriously painful prodding, a sublingual Nitro-glycerine spray and a crashing headache afterward, and 7 hours later, with blood draws showing no troponin, the diagnosis was GERD,aka Gastro-esophageal reflux disease, and it mimics a heart attack perfectly.
I have new medication to take (generic Aussie version of Prilosec) One a day. And a bottle of Gaviscon, but they didn’t have any Mylanta. At least the Gaviscon liquid is an ‘as needed’.
On a funny note: While I was in the corridor, on the ambulance stretcher. I kept seeing a doctor come in, look around, and leave. She did this 4 times. Then she asked Dean, the ambulance attendant, where is “Mrs Chung?” He pointed at me. She had been looking for a woman of Asian descent. I chuckled, because it never gets old.
I’m going to be ok. But that is how 2023 ended, and one of the many reason I saw 2023 sucked big time.
Listening to the Voices in My Head 