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Why do things always work like this?

For the last 50 hours or so I've been in agony, barely able to do much of anything. I was barely able to get out of bed. I've been hobbling with a cane. I hobbled into work around 12:30 hoping I'd be OK in the fairly decent chair I have at my desk and gave up in pain around 3:00. Elaine been trying to get me to go to the doctor since yesterday. I've been resisting, saying, "it just needs to pop back and I'll be fine." At 3:30 after giving up at work and an excruciating hobble home, I relented and called the doctor and got an emergency appointment with my doctor's alternate for 4:30 since my doctor is on vacation. At about 4:10 I went to stand up off the chaise and there was an audible crunch that Elaine heard from the other side of the room. I felt a series of small pops in the small of my back. That was it! That's what I've been waiting for for two days. The nerve that was pinched is no longer pinched and I feel infinitely better.

I called back and rescheduled a  non-emergency appointment to talk to my doctor about my back when she returns from her vacation. I'm still sore, the muscles in my back are cramped and spasming from the strain of the last two days and my lower back feels very, very tender, but compared to not being able to walk, sit or stand for any length of time plus stabbing, shooting and searing pains in my hips and down my legs, and the especially fun treat of having my right leg randomly buckle while walking... compared to that I feel amazingly good. It does not hurt to sit here and type this. I can sit up straight and even arch my back a little - that would have been impossible half an hour ago.

And before you say, yes, I realize this is not normal having sciatica to the point of losing muscle control - that's why I'm going to see the doctor about it as soon as she is back.

Nonetheless, right now I am very happy this episode is over!
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I've no idea what I did to bring this on, but I am effectively crippled with a very unhappy back.I can barely walk.There is no position sitting, standing, or lying down that doesn't hurt. It hit me yesterday afternoon. My best guess is I weakened something with twisted wrong while putting my camera gear in the trunk Saturday night and Sunday afternoon the simple act of getting up from my desk took it over the edge.

My back hasn't been this FUBAR'd since the injury that left me hobbled for a week during basic training.I hope I'm not down for a week this time! Elaine is going to buy me a cane today (my old one disappeared years ago) and hopefully I'll be up to hobbling tomorrow.
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It is a well established truism that athleticism often directly corresponds to thick-wittedness. I discovered today that the converse is also true, thick-wittedness can lead to athleticism.

I decided it would be a good idea to get a little extra exercise by walking down the stairs after work. I stupidly did not plan this and discovered that the exit door at the bottom of the stairwell is alarmed and only useful in an emergency. I subsequently discovered that all the stairwell doors on every floor require either a pass-card or key to open. I wound up walking all the way back up to the office and calling a coworker to let me back in so I could get out of the building without setting off an alarm. It should be noted that I work on the 24th floor.

Walking down twenty-four floors is a moderate bit of extra exercise. Turning around and walking back up twenty-four floors is a workout. By being stupid I got far more exercise than I bargained for, ergo the subject line of this post.

Tangentially though, I'm a little annoyed that the option to use the stairs is not a viable one. I've worked in other towers before and was never barred from using the stairs like this. Mind you, that was all before the terrorists won and the Western World became wrapped in paranoid idiocy. 
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About two and half weeks ago I started coming down with what seemed like an ordinary cold. This past week has been anything but ordinary. I haven't had a cold latch on to my with such ferocity since I was a toddler with an as-yet not-fully-formed immune system. I recall be four years old and barking out the same sort of coughs that have been plaguing me for the last week. Last night was the first night in days where I've managed to get four hours of straight sleep. This has, of course, completely screwed up my ability to get anything done and I am now starting to feel overwhelmed by my own thwarted ambitions:

  • I want to make more hats for Elaine's store in time for Christmas,
  • I have a painting of Tristan Risk on the easel that is taunting me with it's incompleteness,
  • I have a about a hundred images of Andra, the Diamond Minx from a shoot now two weeks ago that need processing,
  • I have all the parts for a much-improved version of my steampunk keyboard mod and a mod for my monitor,
  • I've been working on a major overhaul of Gothic BC,
  • My own website is getting dated,
  • For lack of anything that isn't either overkill of full of suck, I'm building a shopping-cart application for Elaine's store from scratch,
  • I've started fan pages on Facebook for Gothic BC and my photography and art that are little more than stubs at the moment,
  • I've been neglecting my deviantART and Zazzle stores,
  • I have ideas in my head that are waiting to burst out like Athena, but are now so far back in the queue that I fear they will never see the light of day,
  • and more...
I never quite feel like I have enough time to begin with, not being able to sleep and just generally having my ass kicked by this is not helping. I'm rather frustrated at the moment.

Kool-Aid

Nov. 7th, 2007 04:11 pm
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The 98 year old building I live in is a protected heritage building anomalously surrounded by the sort of overpriced condos and obscenely priced luxury residential hotels (and there is a certain irony that this building was a luxury residential hotel 98 years ago and is still zoned as such). While the building is fabulous, one of the draw-backs up until recently was there was no nearby supermarket. With new 40, 50, and even 60 storey residences going up in the neighbourhood it was inevitable that a supermarket would appear eventually. A few weeks ago one opened just two blocks away.

Given the nature of the neighbourhood (which can literally be called "Ritzy" since a building named "The Ritz" is being built on the next block over to the north, and an actual Ritz-Carlton Hotel and Residences is being built on the next block to the east) the new grocery store is the sort that panders to the over-moneyed, under-brained sort of nitwit that will buy a 800 square foot apartment for a million dollars. Vancouverites will need no explanation beyond that it is an "Urban Fare". For those reading from outside Vancouver, Urban Fare is the sort of supermarket that carries $150 square watermelons and charges $1.69 for the same potatoes Safeway or IGA sells for 99¢. Most everything in the store is organic or has some other sort of health spin to quickly part fools from their money.

I do, however, do some shopping at Urban Fare because the proximity is convenient and I haven't had a car for years now. They do, I suspect most for the sake of the marketing which likes to point out that "we sell Kraft Dinner, too", have a few things that aren't priced in excess of their value. Some of the meat isn't absurdly priced and they have good sausage, for example. Milk and pop aren't unusually priced either.

Which brings to the crux of this rant. Urban Fare sells a variety of pop, all the Coca-Cola and Pepsico products are available. They also have all manner of boxed fruit juices. They do not sell Kool-Aid. I like Kool-Aid. I'll easily drink two or three litres of it in a day. I have received flak for this from various people. Just today, because Urban Fare does not sell it I walked over to the IGA to get some. Because it's a half-mile walk and involves wading through tourist-infected streets and the gauntlet of beggars that preys on the tourists for drug-money, it's not a walk I like to do often, so I stock up with at least a week's worth - 10 packages.

Today, as has happened many times before, the cashier in seeing 10 packages of Kool-Aid makes conversation in saying, "You're buying a lot of Kool-Aid, you must have kids."

I typically reply with something along the lines of, "No, I'm just a big kid" or "I have a sweet tooth" and let it go.

The variety of flavours available at the IGA is diminishing, presumably since it isn't selling well there for the same reason it isn't available at Urban Fare: people don't think and are easily blinded by the superficial.

The commonplace impression is that Kool-Aid is full of sugar because one has to put the sugar in oneself and therefore one sees it. Made to the directions on the package, two litres of Kool-Aid has 250 ml of sugar in it. I don't like it that sweet and only use 150 ml of sugar, which puts it on par with Gatorade for sugar content.

Two litres of Cola has 850 ml.

Boxed fruit juice has between 500 ml and 1000 ml. And if you care to argue that it is fruit-sugar rather than refined sugar, think again. Unless the juice is "100% real juice" it is, in fact, about 5-10% juice topped up with 90-95% sugar water. And if it is "100%" real juice, the sugar levels are closer to that 1000 ml end of the scale. I find real fruit juice so sweet that I thin it down half-and-half with soda-water to make it palatable.

Despite the superficial appearance of my diet, on any given day I ingest about twice the water and half the sugar as the average "health conscious" nincompoop.

So there.
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Last week, in frustration that I still didn't feel wholly recovered from all the work-related stress from last year I decided to look at what might still be wrong from a biochemical point of view. I took as my point of departure that I have incessantly been craving a certain mundane food item for months on end. On the assumption that cravings are the body's way of notifying you of a shortage, I reseached the nutritional value of said mundane food item. Above all one mineral stood out. I researched the symptoms of a deficiency in this particular mineral and found a perfect laundry list of the what's been ailing me. Everything from the depression and anxiety to skin problems that I hadn't even considered as possibly related.

I seemed to be on to something so I picked up some pills to suppliment my diet (and to keep the particular deficiency in isolation - if they didn't work then I could explore other aspects of the food I was craving). It's been a week now and I am feeling remarkably better. I wish I had put two and two together ages ago, my only excuse being one of the effects of the deficiency I seem to have hit on is a lack of mental acuity.

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