07:20… I waited to finish the level in Game Of Words that I was on before getting going and there was an extended bathroom stop needed in the early NCR too, just in case you were wondering about the start time.
The night was pretty good, except for the time being cut short again. I was pretty comfortable and I was definitely dreaming. Dreaming of getting chased, I’m not sure by who, but there was a chase going on. I must have been moving around in bed, because the neck pillow I use for writing at night was on the floor this morning.
Lung recruitment: 1.
Shorts change: 2, purple & yellows.
Made the bed: 3.
Turn the computer on: 8.
Bladder empty: 5, bladder & bowel.
Bottle empty: 4.
Wash up: 6.
Weigh-in: 7.
Turn off the Katchy: 19.
Computer logged on: 10.
Pills and vitamins: 9.
Deodorant: 11.
Voltaren/Diclo10%: 12.
Moisturiser: 13.
Shoulder brace: 14.
Shirt change: 15, maroon yoga.
Fitbit battery: 16, 97%.
PowerBreathe: 30 inhales. (07:35) 17.
Head start: (07:37) 18.
07:57… the first timer has been completed with Sportsnet Central on.
It’s hard not to notice that there are an unsettling amount of betting websites advertising on TV now, which has led my brain to consider how their only guard against being accused of the eventual financial downfall of many is having a clause in the programming about “responsible betting.” The similarities to all the alcohol advertising is quite atrocious. As much as responsible habits are being suggested, they certainly aren’t going to work. Failures will happen, knowing first hand about not responsibly drinking, and it’s interesting to see where the line is, in terms of protection. The government can’t stop irresponsible behaviour, they just force the absolute minimums for legal reasons.
Okay, I just needed to work that out in my head. Alcohol, gambling and religion… they’re all designed to make you feel good, but they all don’t mean anything at the very end of it all.
Email:
Main account: I had one trade offer accepted and a couple pieces of spam.
Gmail: a couple pieces in there that didn’t make any difference.
Upper Deck: it was a 2 for 2 deal that I sent out and the free pack was 0 for 3 again.
Facebook: three notifications, no birthdays and there was plenty to react to in the news feed.
Twitter: nothing caught my eye there.
Fitbit:
Steps yesterday: 21.1k.
Floors: 68.
Active Minutes: 90.
Active Heart: 17 Zone minutes.
Active Hours: 10/10.
Sleep: 355 minutes.
Weight: 170.2 pounds.
Stress Management: 81.
Readiness: 88.
RHR: 65 bpm.
Water: the second was poured in time.
Budget: nothing again. An Instacart order may be needed today.
Brenda's Hockey Pool: yesterday wasn’t great, I’m still down 115.3-111.8. My last two additions were made to possibly help my cause.
Fantasy Hockey: I’m still down here too. 112-84, it’s not my week again.
Tony’s World Cup Pool: I’m still in 2nd and I have been wrestling in my head about Morocco… Do I take them or not? If I want to win 1st place, I’ll likely have to take them.
08:49… I thought about an Instacart order, but couldn’t commit to the idea. Maybe I will later.
08:53… I’ve fallen behind the regular schedule, oh well.
Bosu Ball: (09:16) the timer was done, 4.6k, 26 floors and 1 Zone minute.
Physio Exercises
Warm Ups
Side Shuffle: 30 laps, head up and focusing on the right foot
Single leg stands without a pole: 5 stands on each leg
Single leg stands with a pole: 5 stands on each leg, 5 head turns on each stand
Calf stretches: 2 stretches each leg x the count of 45
4 Square Tiles, eyes up & head turns: 10 laps
March in place at the table, shoulder checking: 10 shoulder checks both sides
Bat turns: 100 turns, 27oz bat
Free weight wrist lifts off the table: 100 x 5 lbs lifts
Left hand/head resistance: 10 pushes/pulls
Chin tucks: 5 tucks x the count of 30
Squeeze the hand strengthener: 88 squeezes (09:47)
Upper Body
Pull the band on the sliding door, between 6pm and 11pm, lead with the back of the hand: 80 pulls red
Curls on the Bosu Ball: 50 x 10 lbs. curls
Rows bent over: 30 x 35 lbs. rows
Scapular plane eccentric lowering: 10 x 10 lbs. (09:56)
Lower Body
Step ups on the step board, each foot leads for a song: 194 step ups, One Week of Danger by the Virgins and Weird Goodbyes by the National. 6.3k, 31 floors and 4 Zone minutes.
Bottle lid taps with my toes with head turns: 40 taps (10:09)
Bosu Ball: (10:30) 8.7k, 31 floors and 4 Zone minutes… I did a good job of catching up to the desired step pace.
Protein shake: a caramel shake is what popped up today.
10:31… and now, I’m done with the Sunday physio.
10:41… I seem to be having some thoughts about the relevance of anything. Looking at life in that direction, it makes a lot of sense when the previous figures in human history created a fictional relevance. Life just had to mean more than nothing, right?
The fictional creation created hope and relevance for the human race to continue to evolve. We, as a people, wouldn't be where we are without that hope. Where anyone finds their meaning to continue is purely up to them and those who can't find it will likely choose their way to finish.
That sense of wanting more is an interesting notion.
Just seeing the definition doesn't feel enough in the grand scheme of things. It seems to mean so much to everyone.
I suppose that if everyone in the human race was content with what they had, we'd still be so far back in the evolution of everything.
I, for one, am reasonably content, despite my physical shortcomings or losses. Do I want my previous life back? Sure, but that isn't going to happen.
I'm content with where I am at the moment. Of course, there is going to be some return on the accident and I should be living a little bit better.
The biggest point that I like pointing out is that I can definitely see myself becoming a recluse. I kind of understand the attraction to that lifestyle. Just occupying my designated space and not causing any trouble.
Thanks to my brain injury, I'm not getting the same enjoyment from playing fantasy sports. Watching sports doesn't need any extra meaning in my head, so the enjoyment of said sports sort of fades away.
That will likely turn some heads in my personal community. It's becoming more of a chore than a pleasure. Writing it down does make me feel better.
Nay was asking me what goals I had going forward and I have always been one to stay away from goal setting. If you have goals, there is always a chance for disappointment. I have always benefitted from enjoying the things that improve my life, as a whole. I enjoy them more if I'm getting better at doing them. There's that word again!
11:48… I got up, found Seinfeld and got my 10k steps.
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