Hi, everyone! My plan is progressing nicely. I have not blogged in such a long time I miss it terribly. That’s right – I’ve written 2.5 books in the meantime, but I STILL have more to say. And I’ve been informed that even though I write and talk a ton I’m not saying everything still. That’s why I’m in Therapy (not the Rehabilitation kind, the Mental Health kind). So I’m experimenting with occasional blog updates.
I’ve been very under the weather and it’s been super boring. I cancelled all of my appointments last week. Thank the Lord I was okay enough Saturday morning to go to Mrs. Ridgely’s memorial service. It went really well and was completely packed. Sniff.
The only other thing I did was early in the week when I still felt okay – bloodwork and a brief consultation with Smurfette. A fantastic friend at Boo Boo’s made me this super cool Florida State Seminoles Tiara for Smurfette. You heard me – a TIARA. I noticed while I was speaking at Tea that a lady in the audience had something sparkly in her hair. It turns out she runs a collegiate ribbon business and has recently been offering hair accessories. I told her I needed an FSU Noles item for my Dietician. She made this Tiara and a gorgeous burgundy grosgrain headband for J. Smurfette. Thank you so much – she LOVED it!! Look at her face. Isn’t Smurfette adorable?
Don’t let that sweet little face fool you, though. The girl is a teeny tiny tornado. And 5 minutes after I took this picture, Smurfette done threw the gauntlet DOWN. I started verbally prepping Trainer D a week ago because my physical is coming up and my new numbers will be published and I always tell him everything so I bought a fancy scale with hand and foot sensors so I wouldn’t be freaked out when the time came for me to be officially measured at my PCP’s office. When I told him about it Trainer D’s explanation was simple – You’re in storage mode again.
Me: You mean like that Evil Catatonic State you told me about last time? I queried.
D: LOL. It’s “catabolic.”
Me: You say po-tae-to I say po-tah-to.
I admit it. I’ve had trouble with the eating again. Hence the conversation with Timmy above. He refused, FYI. I can’t think why. It was egg whites, chicken and broccoli. This is one of my tricks: you throw anything in a Magic Bullet, add liquid egg whites and microwave it. It’s packed with protein and is easier to eat.
Anyway, so I spoke with Smurfette:
S: Tell you what – you keep your calories up at X for Z weeks and then we’ll talk about bringing you down to X-Y…
Me: Can we skip straight to the X-Y part?
S: No. You have to PROVE to me that you can eat X so we can repair your metabolism.
…[later, while she’s writing down the MyFitnessPal information so she can monitor me…]
S: Tell Trainer D that he can inquire about your nutrition, but I’m calling the shots.
LOL. They totally crack me up as a couple. So, yeah, Smurfette threw the gauntlet down and her husband, Animal Muppet, informed me of the plans he has for this next round of training. I think he said something about using machines (he hates machines but uses carefully selected ones for me bc of my motor deficits), building more muscle, and the absolute necessity of carefully timed liquid protein consumption.
In December Trainer D taught me how to squat in the squat rack like the Big Kids do and he was so excited he yelled at me the WHOLE TIME. FYI he has increased my weight gradually with goblet squats or with a kettle bell and has seen my balance and awareness improve as I’ve trained with him and Coach R, so D knew I was ready for this. He’s making me learn the movement with just the bar, or with 5 lbs loaded only on one side to work on my symmetry.
The first time I did it I got myself under the bar and lifted on my shoulders but just stood there thinking hard.
Trainer D: Why aren’t you moving? I specifically remember telling you to move.
Me: I’m trying to figure out which one is my dominant foot!!
[Tell me THAT, Smartypants.]
You’re supposed to take 3 steps back starting with your dominant foot. I have always been left-footed (e.g. I cartwheel with my left), but then after the stroke my left side got all messed up.
We had some more words and then I decided to just go for the left foot on the assumption that he’d catch me if anything happened.
And WHERE you ask, is Coach R?
Coach R is well. This is Ed Blueberry proofreading Coach R’s book. Since I’ve been sick I didn’t see Coach R at all last week. I turn around for ONE SECOND and people start asking him to go to other countries and stuff. Seriously. Last time I was like, who’s the person asking you to go? Answer: “This guy I know from the Olympics.”
Blinks. Oh. Okay.
Yeah, so Coach R has some travel coming up, which theoretically I am very glad of, but for real – I need him to stop gadding about creation and FOCUS because I have a new project.
To: Coach R
Re: NEW Plan. Chop Chop.
I am still ill and am thus lying in bed planning bc this is getting super boring. Please survive this weekend bc I need you to put your thinking cap on and get on this chop chop:
- You invent something cool
- We go on Shark Tank
This needn’t interfere with our Amazing Race audition – the two schemes could happen concurrently.
So that’s what’s going on in my world, folks.
UPDATE: I’m not seeing the guys this week anyway. I’ve still been ill and I had 3 different doc appointments (pre-planned check ups) and my PCP heard something weird in my left lung, but the x-ray was all clear! I ran into Animal Muppet on Tuesday (bc Smurfette works in the same building) and after we cracked ourselves up for a while I remembered I was supposed to go see my psych so D made himself useful by reading the directory so bc I couldn’t remember what floor my doc was on. I got a good report from N1, my fabulous Neurologist today, and now I get to concentrate on planning Ed Blueberry’s 85th Birthday (the 5th anniversary of my injury). Please pray for wisdom in this matter – I want it to either be really quiet or really special. Thanks 🙂
- ASK: that I will get over this cold completely ASAP
- ASK: That I will achieve a higher level of health in Recalibration Phase II: that I will eat, rest, and move better.
- THANK: that Mrs. Ridgely is home and happy, and that her Memorial went well.
- THANK: for a lovely Christmas and New Year with my family, that I am SO much more comfortable than last year, that the bad dreams are better, I have such a great Team of professionals to care for me, and I did quite well at my medical appointments this week.\