Talk about your day thread

[Rangi Guy]

Got massive head rush earlier after having walked across the room. If I hadn't been holding onto something I would have collapsed. Passed pretty quick. Wonder if I should make sure I've eaten before going for a run

[Whitey McTeeth]

My pinky toe feels like it’s on fire.

[doug rr]

My pinky toe feels like it’s on fire.

whitey got the gout?

[Whitey McTeeth]

I hope not, doug.

[Whitey McTeeth]

I haven’t gained weight. Maybe getting old?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Foot fungus

[Ms Harmless]

blegh

[bthunders]

I’m straight chillin’

[Biff Pocoroba]

Much nicer day than forecast so I went to the park and met up with a few friends already there. Perfectly pleasant Sunday afternoon.
But I have been in more introverted than usual funk lately. Past few times I’ve been out I have barely interacted with anyone; I just been “there”.

[Higgs]

Got massive head rush earlier after having walked across the room. If I hadn't been holding onto something I would have collapsed. Passed pretty quick. Wonder if I should make sure I've eaten before going for a run

This a one-off or does it happen (to a lesser degree) on the reg?

[Rangi Guy]

Got massive head rush earlier after having walked across the room. If I hadn't been holding onto something I would have collapsed. Passed pretty quick. Wonder if I should make sure I've eaten before going for a run

This a one-off or does it happen (to a lesser degree) on the reg?

Lesser degree it happens off and on

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Rangi Guy]

Pretty sure it was a combo of lack of food, going for a run, and then drinking.....

Had my blood pressure checked last week when I went to the doctor as I was sure it'd be through the roof with shit going on here - turns out it's textbook 120/80

[Whitey McTeeth]

So I’m seriously thinking about starting to jog.

[Higgs]

Pretty sure it was a combo of lack of food, going for a run, and then drinking.....

Had my blood pressure checked last week when I went to the doctor as I was sure it'd be through the roof with shit going on here - turns out it's textbook 120/80

Sounds all good then. Likely just one of the many and various joys of aging. Yay!

[Rangi Guy]

Pretty sure it was a combo of lack of food, going for a run, and then drinking.....

Had my blood pressure checked last week when I went to the doctor as I was sure it'd be through the roof with shit going on here - turns out it's textbook 120/80

Sounds all good then. Likely just one of the many and various joys of aging. Yay!

I tend to get it (mostly) at night - stand up too quick etc.....joys of age and being tall(ish). This was the first time I've almost hit the floor though

[Peeps]

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[dad]

after i woke up this morning, i went to let the dog out of her kennel. we keep it in the laundry room. as i opened the door to the room i immediately smelled dog crap. poor girl had shat the bed, and had vomitous drool hanging from her beard. i took her and her kennel to the backyard to let her do anything else, and i would hose down her kennel and bed. right as i turned on the faucet it started raining, like a torrential downpour. now the dog is soaked and has bits of her own poop on herself. i started to head back into the house, and my wife was standing by the back door with a towel, ready to dry off the dog, but unaware of what had happened prior to the rain. when i told her she started a bath, while i mopped in the laundry room, as well as the kitchen where i'd no doubt trailed poop and water.

somehow, we were able to get everything cleaned up and get the kids out the door for school.

now the dog is in her favorite place, underneath my desk, laying at my feet. poor thing. she seems fine now compared to how miserable she looked earlier.

[Whitey McTeeth]

after i woke up this morning, i went to let the dog out of her kennel. we keep it in the laundry room. as i opened the door to the room i immediately smelled dog crap. poor girl had shat the bed, and had vomitous drool hanging from her beard. i took her and her kennel to the backyard to let her do anything else, and i would hose down her kennel and bed. right as i turned on the faucet it started raining, like a torrential downpour. now the dog is soaked and has bits of her own poop on herself. i started to head back into the house, and my wife was standing by the back door with a towel, ready to dry off the dog, but unaware of what had happened prior to the rain. when i told her she started a bath, while i mopped in the laundry room, as well as the kitchen where i'd no doubt trailed poop and water.

somehow, we were able to get everything cleaned up and get the kids out the door for school.

now the door is in her favorite place, underneath my desk, laying at my feet. poor thing. she seems fine now compared to how miserable she looked earlier.

Damn, hope everything turns out ok!

[tree_]

everything never turns out OK