Several years ago, I messed up something in my rotator-cuff. It healed up, but somewhat clumsily, such that I often feel a twinge when I exert any strength in my right arm while it's extended above the shoulder. If I don't stop and rest my arm at that point, it keeps getting worse.
I think what's happened is that whatever scar tissue formed when the original injury healed has increased the girth of whatever tendons or what-have-you that have to slide around the bones atop my shoulder. Because of this, they rub against the bone and bruise & swell. When this happens, the swelling just makes the problem worse and there's nothing to do but stop and wait for the swelling to go down (which takes a day or two, more if I don't catch it in time).
I'm trying to think of some better solution than just leaving-my-shoulder-alone, since it's incompatible with my new get-out-and-exercise-more thing, which I hope to keep up.
I thought maybe I should ice my shoulder before work-outs... but I wasn't sure if icing a limb that you hope to use vigorously is such a bright idea. Isn't "warming up" all about doing just the opposite?
I thought maybe I'd take NSAIDs like naproxen or some such before workouts. But Zannie looked up some stuff on-line that seems to indicate that these can make your workout less effective, can contribute to muscle-soreness, and generally aren't a good combination with exercise.
Another option is surgery. For some folks, there's no real solution to rotator cuff problems other than to make a little more room between the bones up there for the tendons to slide around in. Maybe I'm one of them. But I'm hoping to try some less-radical solutions first.
I’ve lately developed some sort of mania for preservation and fermentation. I’ve canned a bunch of soups and other foodie glop. I’ve got home-made yogurt in the fridge, home-made bread on the counter, and three different vats of stuff bubbling away in various other parts of the kitchen: oatmeal stout, sake, and sauerkraut. I’m not sure why this obsession has hit me now… a winter thing maybe, storing up nuts until spring.
Several years ago, in a dream, somebody told me a joke. It wasn't a great joke, but it was a good joke, and I hadn't heard it before, and when I woke up I remembered the joke and it was still funny enough to make me smirk.
Some time after, in a dream, a Ween song I like was playing over the speakers in some establishment or other. In the dream, in my head, I started to sing along. But I didn't know all the lyrics (I only knew the lyrics that I actually knew in non-dream life), so from time to time I would basically "hum along" in my head while Gene & Dean sang. They knew the lyrics fine.
A few days ago, in a dream, I met a friend that I hadn't seen since High School. I didn't recognize him at first, but he recognized me, and I scrutinized his face for clues while he talked about the good old days. Eventually he said something that enabled me to narrow down who he was, and then I recognized his face: Oh! it's Marc! A little less hair, a little more wrinkles, a little pudgier, but it's Marc sure enough.
My governing hypothesis about dreams changes in its more detailed speculations from time-to-time, but what almost never changes is the hypothesis that dreams are generated inside my own head by assembling bits and pieces of what's already there.
How can a dream come up with a funny joke I've never heard before? know the lyrics to a song I don't know the lyrics to? present me with a face I cannot recognize and yet give that face words to speak that could only belong to the person that owns it?
It seems the mind is vaster, more creative, and more of a trickster than I give it credit for.
If you feel you must post advertisements for politicians on your LJ, could you put them behind an
lj-cut helpfully marked with something like “basically the same sort of horseshit spam lying about power-hungry phonies that the mail carrier is pushing through your door at the rate of about ⅓ of a rainforest per week these days”?
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