In a discussion of going to see GotG, the Girl was trying to figure out who to take with us. She mentioned several kids that had been here at her birthday party and that she would be terribly excited to see them again. To which I said, “We’re getting the band back together.”
To which *she* said, “…Uh, what?”
She missed a Blues Brothers reference.
I am so ashamed.
#parentingfail
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LOL. Alright, in continuing the above conversation the Girl also said that I sometimes terrify her friends. I was all like, but I’m super nice! And way friendly! And things.
She rolled her eyes and replied that while that was all true, it didn’t change the fact that they were a little scared of me.
Which sidetracked us into a ten minute spiral of bad puns.
I have been a terrible person to myself.
Well, OK – more so than usual.
I have not done any exercise, other than the little bit required to get me to and from places, for months. I have been hunched over my computer, a wizened old troll writing papers or hunting for a job. Or I have been lounging on the couch, being brain-lazy and playing video games.
Neither of these options is particularly healthy, by the way.
I have had a semi-good excuse. I was in the final weeks of school, finishing up my degree. Then, with the nightmare of looming student debt, I started the job post-grad job search in earnest1.
After a few weeks of this, my body was done. D-O-N-E, done. I woke up one morning and damn near collapsed getting out of bed. My back was sending out urgent distress signals.
dee-dee-dee-dee-deeeeeee….What?
When I eventually got to the doctor, she told me that I had essentially bulged a disc. The doctor was very nice – apparently weeping in pain2 is their weakness – and concerned. She did some routine exams, asked some questions and then told me that I was too old to be competition skydive-skeet-shooting.
Or, maybe I should get up and get some exercise once I had healed up from this issue. Also, that if it wasn’t much better feeling in a week, they wanted me in for an MRI and other expensive things. Of course, my initial reaction was completely grown up.
Still and all, I’m feeling better now. My back is still twingy although it isn’t making me shuffle along like a participant in a death march.
The takeaway on all this has been straightforward. Unless I want to end up in this situation again, I should get my body back into shape. Strengthen up my core and back muscles and lose the little paunch I have developed over the last year.
*SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH*
I suppose my plan of eating nachos and never running again is a violation of the rules, anyway.
FINE, WHATEVS. PFFT.
I will be restarting a gentle (at first) exercise program. I plan to gradually ramp it up as my back and general tolerance rebuild. I will be logging said program on Fitocracy. Hopefully, that will help keep me accountable.
Maybe this way I can achieve my dream of doing my 90th birthday skydive into a laser light show.
I presume Pink Floyd will still be having these. Only, they’ll be using their robot bodies by then.
1 –Seriously, I think that 4 to 6 tailored resumes and cover letters per day is a lot. Plus, the online applications and insta-resume sends (probably 4 or 5 of those each day.) But, maybe I am wrong. What is the norm, Intertrons? What is considered a normal amount of resume sendage, on average per day?
2-She was trying to move my legs so that she could do some neurological tests (whack-a-knee is the medical term for it, I believe) to see if I had perma-damaged myself or no. I didn’t exactly burst into tears (SPOILER: I totally did) but, she must have seen through my gritty exterior to extreme pain that the movement caused.
Pre-coffee pondering1: I thought Facebook was supposed to be a social media? That it should actively encourage people to interact with one another. Instead, empirical evidence suggests that it is more of an acknowledgement tool.
People post something and then others ‘like’ or ” 🙂 ” their words. This is not necessarily a bad thing, being acknowledged as having said something is also important. But it, I think, misses at least some of the point of social media, and Facebook in particular.
And all of this was brought on by seeing people (myself included) ask questions on their wall – and have people ‘like’ the comment and say nothing. Or, in response to said question, people smiley-face and/or *HUG*!
I’m equally guilty of this. I think, or rather, it often is for me, a way to say “ooh, I hear you and Imma answer you, but cute kittens/puppies are the greatest thing ever!”
Anyway, I didn’t have a solution or anything. I was just drinking my coffee while reading FB and happened to notice a thing.
1 – Under-caffeination is a serious affliction. Won’t you please help?
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