Ælfric
New member
Fell into a real hole with the depression.
Weighed myself this morning. Felt like a whale, weighed like a whale, tape measure stretched like a whale.
06/12/2020
Food
Meal 1: Smooshed eggs.
Meal 2: Chicken vindaloo. I'm about halfway through the pot, and this is the first time it didn't taste like cardboard, which is a good indicator I'm pulling out of this bout of depression.
Meal 3: Tropical smoothie with eggs (post workout).
Snack: Drink of milk.
Exercise
Weights. Nice to be able to lift again.
Oops.
[In the interests of not seriously stressing anyone, I will reveal up front that the only injuries suffered in the following tale was some bruising, abrasions and a severely dented ego].
Came off my bike on Tuesday evening. Some bright spark designed the Deagon Deviation bike path with cut-outs for trees to be planted in. The trees either were never planted, or instantly turned up their toes and died, because there have never been trees in them while I've been using this path. Some of the holes have been concreted over, but some have been left as these half metre wide by metre long dirt areas in the centre of the bike path. In a moments inattention, I clipped one of the dirt areas and got tramlined by the concrete edge at about 20–25 km/h. Having your front wheel pushed sideways
I'm lying there making sure I'm all in one piece (conscious and breathing: ✓; wiggle fingers and toes: ✓, so no spinal injury; neck moves: ✓; …; leg hurts—is the bone intact: ✓, just soft tissue damage from where the bike landed on top of me…) when a motorist who's stopped at the red light comes over to check if I was OK. Which was really nice of him, because if I'd slid another half metre I'd have been well and truly wrapped around a steel sign post and in urgent need of an ambulance.
It looks like I instinctively did a side break fall as there was minor soft tissue damage along much of my left side, but no obvious “I landed hard on this bit” injury. Some days you walk (or cycle) away from things that could have been so much worse.
New Toy.
Back in June 2019, I decided to take up bass guitar, and put an order in for a short scale bass. The web site said 8–12 weeks lead time, so it should have arrived by the end of September last year. It didn't, and getting a response out of the maker was in the “blood from a stone” category. I had pretty much written if off as having blown my money.
Thursday, this was delivered:
:
The body has absolutely beautiful wood grain:
Now I just need to organise some lessons and learn how to play it.
The arrive of the early Christmas present did quite a bit to pull me out of the funk.
Weighed myself this morning. Felt like a whale, weighed like a whale, tape measure stretched like a whale.
06/12/2020
Food
Meal 1: Smooshed eggs.
Meal 2: Chicken vindaloo. I'm about halfway through the pot, and this is the first time it didn't taste like cardboard, which is a good indicator I'm pulling out of this bout of depression.
Meal 3: Tropical smoothie with eggs (post workout).
Snack: Drink of milk.
Exercise
Weights. Nice to be able to lift again.
Oops.
[In the interests of not seriously stressing anyone, I will reveal up front that the only injuries suffered in the following tale was some bruising, abrasions and a severely dented ego].
Came off my bike on Tuesday evening. Some bright spark designed the Deagon Deviation bike path with cut-outs for trees to be planted in. The trees either were never planted, or instantly turned up their toes and died, because there have never been trees in them while I've been using this path. Some of the holes have been concreted over, but some have been left as these half metre wide by metre long dirt areas in the centre of the bike path. In a moments inattention, I clipped one of the dirt areas and got tramlined by the concrete edge at about 20–25 km/h. Having your front wheel pushed sideways
I'm lying there making sure I'm all in one piece (conscious and breathing: ✓; wiggle fingers and toes: ✓, so no spinal injury; neck moves: ✓; …; leg hurts—is the bone intact: ✓, just soft tissue damage from where the bike landed on top of me…) when a motorist who's stopped at the red light comes over to check if I was OK. Which was really nice of him, because if I'd slid another half metre I'd have been well and truly wrapped around a steel sign post and in urgent need of an ambulance.
It looks like I instinctively did a side break fall as there was minor soft tissue damage along much of my left side, but no obvious “I landed hard on this bit” injury. Some days you walk (or cycle) away from things that could have been so much worse.
New Toy.
Back in June 2019, I decided to take up bass guitar, and put an order in for a short scale bass. The web site said 8–12 weeks lead time, so it should have arrived by the end of September last year. It didn't, and getting a response out of the maker was in the “blood from a stone” category. I had pretty much written if off as having blown my money.
Thursday, this was delivered:
:The body has absolutely beautiful wood grain:
Now I just need to organise some lessons and learn how to play it.
The arrive of the early Christmas present did quite a bit to pull me out of the funk.
