Silly rules

Got out of my car this morning and said “Damn! Now I have to go up the stairs when I go home.” In an effort to get more exercise into my life I’ve been making silly rules. I park in a parking structure at work, and usually end up on the fourth level. Rule number one – Take the stairs down. Rule number two – if I park on the second or third level, I have to take the stairs up at the end of the day. Rule number three – All Etsy shipments must be hand-carried to the post office. Rule number four – All house and garden work is aerobic if you do it fast enough – speed it up. Besides, you get more done in less time that way. I’m not sure that it’s the rules or just the feeling of running out of time that’s making the difference, but I do feel like I’m making a little more progress these day. Except for those days when I break all my rules.

Migraines

I get migraines. Sort of. Mostly I just get the visual interference or aura. Every once in a while I get the headache to go with it. When I start getting the visual thing I just sigh, ’cause it’s annoying, and thank the fates that the headache doesn’t usually come along with it.

I have a friend who gets migraines. I was describing the Norwegian Curling Uniform to her, it’s an almost perfect representation of what I see when I get the visual thing and she almost barfed. Made me thankful all over again that my headaches are rare.

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Climbing

So I changed jobs and moved to a different building. This building is four floors taller than the old one. Just before Christmas I started doing the stairs in this building. I’m working longer hours and have less time to get my jewelry stuff done at home. I figured if I got my workout done during lunch that would be one thing that I wouldn’t have to do at home. So I bring stuff I can eat at my desk and do the stairs during my lunch hour. It’s had the benefit of having a specific time to exercise and being easily quantified. I’ve kept up every day since I started and I’ve been pushing myself to work a little harder every day.

Yesterday I think I worked a little too hard. One ankle was really sore and I was really stiff last night. I was going to skip working out today altogether but I was reading an article a woman wrote about doing push ups every day and she said that you don’t skip. You just do it as low key as you need. In the beginning I just went down the stairs. Then I went down a floor than up one flight (each floor being two flights of stairs). This week it’s been down two floors and up one, starting at the roof. Until today when I went back to down one floor and up one flight; taking it easy all the way. And it was easy. I wasn’t out of breath when I got to the bottom.

I haven’t worked out this regularly in ages. I’ve been trying to figure out why. I think the biggest part is that I have a set time.  Also, I don’t have to do anything. I don’t change clothes. I never wear heels, so I don’t have to change shoes. Should we have a zombie apocalypse, or any other widespread calamity, I should be in good shape. Now if I could just get rid of my fast food habit, I’ll have it made. I keep telling myself that if I’m working this hard at working out I shouldn’t mess it up with poor food choices.

 

First weekend of the new year

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Made what Mom called 24 hour salad this weekend. I think most people would call it Ambrosia Salad, which I can’t think of without thinking of Edward Scissorhands. It consists of whipped cream and canned fruit and would never be something I would choose to make.

I also did something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. I downloaded a recording app to my phone and asked Mom questions about family history and recorded the ensuing conversation. Her answer to my questions weren’t what I was expecting. Which is the point, when you think of it. We’re getting together for my nephew’s birthday on Saturday. I’m going to go a little early and see if I can get another question answered. She’s been looking so frail and feeling so poorly lately, this is not something I want to put off. I wish I’d started a long time ago. I was really happy with the way the recorder worked on my phone. It’s really easy to use. I just pushed the record button and placed the phone face down on the table between us and started talking. I was worried that it wouldn’t pick up her voice because she speaks pretty softly, but the recording was clear and easy to understand.

This surprises me not at all

So I read this article on the National Geographic site. And the information it contains surprises me not one bit. I never really had a garden before my husband and I moved into our house when we got married. And I can’t say that it’s ever been really gorgeous, but it’s been a sanctuary ever since we put chairs out there.

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Once I did that we pretty much stopped using the living room. And once I really started spending time out there I found out how soothing it was. While there’s still environmental noise, there’s no tv, radio or computer. And while there is traffic noise, no way to get away from that  in Southern California, there’s also bird song. And birds.

And now they’ve found that not only do I enjoy it, it’s good for me. One more, really good, excuse to go outside and do something besides sit in front of my computer.

 

 

Stupidest thing ever

So I’ve been having these leg cramps. Wake me up in the middle of the night yelling leg cramps. I’ve also been having some chemical imbalances in my blood, a problem with one of the meds I take and I thought that was it. I thought maybe I was dehydrated. I’ve run through all the possibilities I can think of. Nope, not chemical issues, not dehydrated, not exercise, not lack of exercise. I’m pretty sure it’s my flippin’ shoes. The shoes I’ve been wearing for quite a while just got worn out so I started wearing a pair that I’ve had, but haven’t worn that much. They’re not really heels, more of a wedge, but they’re a couple of inches high. A couple of inches too high, I guess. I feel like an idiot.

Otoliths or Rocks in My Head

So I have rocks in my head. So do you for that matter, but at least one of mine has misplaced itself. It started on Thursday when I started feeling a little dizzy (no smart remarks) and nauseous. It was kind of better on Friday morning, then really bad on Friday night and through the weekend. I had just started a new medication and was sure that was it. But I stopped taking it and the dizziness didn’t go away; it actually got worse.

Then I remembered reading about otoliths in this blog. And how there are exercises that you can do to cure the vertigo. I tried them without success and then went on to scare myself to death by reading all the other things it could be caused by.

By chance I had a doctor’s appointment today, so when I went to see him I told him about the vertigo, he had me tip my head forward and back, tip it side to side, then rotate it right to left. The only place I got dizzy was in rotating right to left. Most probably an otolith in one the lateral canals.  So I got a prescription for Antivert and may try rolling around trying to get it back where it belongs, but otherwise, nothing dreadful.

And I found out that my lupus is not significantly more active. And the doc liked the jewelry I made for him. He’d asked for five bracelets and five pendants. I made closer to ten pendants, using all of the nice coins I had for the country he wanted. He bought them all. So all in all, a good day.