Nothing like having a 3 day weekend self destruct on the first day of the weekend. At 10:30 on Saturday morning, I began experiencing sharp pains in my right abdominal region and back. I thought my back had gone out, though I couldn’t figure out what exactly I had done that would cause it. I took a bath and put on some muscle rub, but by noon or so I was dressed and headed for urgent care.
The martial art I practice has a healing art associated with it. It goes by various terms - seifukujitsu, Okazaki Restorative Massage, Dan Zan Ryu Restorative Technique. Whatever you choose to call it, it’s a form of Asian based body work. Three years ago I was fortunate enough to go through the first of four modules and learned the fundamentals of Traditional Chinese Medicine, anatomy and physiology, history, ethics, and of course, the basic form.
I mentioned about two or three weeks back that I got a new job, I started two weeks ago tomorrow. I spent the first week being not too happy, and last week, while it was better, still wasn’t what I would call stellar. In fact, I would say overall, the last couple of years haven’t really been that great, although things have been getting a lot better. Yesterday I was thinking about things, work and otherwise, and reminded myself of something I think is very important: I’m supposed to be where I’m at.
Tonight there was a work function at a hotel downtown, an evening of a jazz with a local musician who has done a lot. I, along with three thousand (supposedly) of my co-workers and their spouses or friends, came to see it. I walked into the hotel, not thinking much about it, when I noticed a little bar/restaurant off to the side of the hall towards the area where the even was. I thought to myself, hey, that looks like the place we ate the day we had the witches’ ball when we were decorating place. It should look like it, because it was the place. I was back in the hotel where the witches’ ball was held almost 4 years ago.
I’ve been observing my behavior lately, and come up with some questions that are puzzling me a bit. When people are healthy physically, they are supposedly more resistant to illness and less bothered by physical circumstances than others. The same is true, supposedly, on emotional and mental levels as well: the healthier people are, they better they are able to handle life’s up and downs with minimal effect.
I’ve noticed something a bit unusual isince my last post. My beard and hair, what’s left of it, is gray, with some of my original dirty blonde/auburn color left for highlights. But that’s starting to change.
Well, this last week was a fairly difficult week. I got injured in jujitsu class Monday evening, my back was out for two days. The over the counter pain reliever I’ve been taking has been messing with me also, and I had to work a full day yesterday to boot. All in all, I’d say it was a pretty miserable week.
I’ve noticed that my garden is not doing too well this year, I think the dirt I planted it in is nutritionally deficient, it’s showing signs of nitrogen deficiency.
I got on the scale yesterday morning: 190.0 even. Up from last time, but not unexpected since I ate like crap at the end of last week. Although I haven’t eaten much better the last couple days, I expect next week will be a bit better.
I took the day off from work to do some stuff, and it was certainly an interesting day.