Talk about your day thread

[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.

[wease]

Had bloodwork done yesterday. Not good. I’ve really let myself go.

High triglycerides
Slightly high non-HDL cholesterol
Low HDL (good cholesterol)
Low LDL (bad cholesterol)
High glucose
High A1C
Low vitamin D
Slightly low testosterone
High liver enzymes (I’m sure from fatty liver which is probably helping with the high glucose too)
PSA normal

Gonna have to make some changes

Just think how much worse it would be if you liked mayo like some of these other cretins here.

Let’s make some lifestyle changes together in 2025.

I’m in. Where do we want to start?

The biggest surprise was the glucose/A1C/triglycerides.

Ditch beer, no more soy or soybean oil, 20-30 mins a day outside, and go to bed at 10pm. Simple and life changing

Don’t drink beer
Don’t use that
Definitely need more activity
Already do that

can we start at the new year? i have a very weak constitution right now.

That was my plan.

[doug rr]

when Jorge gets gout I hope he posts a pic of his big toe

[Jorge]

Not for free

[Strat]

Blood work for me tomorrow. Been a rough year health wise, so im expecting the worst!

[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.

[wease]

Blood work for me tomorrow. Been a rough year health wise, so im expecting the worst!

Gotta be better than mine.

[wease]

when Jorge gets gout I hope he posts a pic of his big toe

Does yours affect your toe? Mine’s in the ankle.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I couldn’t say no to the flan at the cafeteria today.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I’ve also been whistling the A Team theme song all day for no gawdamn good reason.

[doug rr]

when Jorge gets gout I hope he posts a pic of his big toe

Does yours affect your toe? Mine’s in the ankle.

its been many years since I've had it but yeah, the first one was the big toe and painful as hell and then a minor flair up around my knee...nothing now for a long time..fingers crossed...I'm not sure Jorge will be able to handle it

[wease]

when Jorge gets gout I hope he posts a pic of his big toe

Does yours affect your toe? Mine’s in the ankle.

its been many years since I've had it but yeah, the first one was the big toe and painful as hell and then a minor flair up around my knee...nothing now for a long time..fingers crossed...I'm not sure Jorge will be able to handle it

He is of a younger generation.

[doug rr]

when Jorge gets gout I hope he posts a pic of his big toe

Does yours affect your toe? Mine’s in the ankle.

its been many years since I've had it but yeah, the first one was the big toe and painful as hell and then a minor flair up around my knee...nothing now for a long time..fingers crossed...I'm not sure Jorge will be able to handle it

He is of a younger generation.

yeah, but he drives in the fast lane and works too much

[VinylGuy]

my dad's wife been having a pretty rough year in terms of health and after a big operation she had two months ago, they confirmed her she had colon cancer and she must do chemo at some point because it will come back.

I was expected to happen, but im still worried about how all of this will affect my dad.

[doug rr]

sorry if this is long..had a cool, surreal morning...I woke up about 345 am to do my bodily function business as usual..I turned the tv on and grabbed my coffee cup to go down to the 6th floor to get my latte..the elevator opened and a black man was in there with a guitar case and a backpack..we were both going to the 6th floor..I asked him what kind of guitar he had in the case..he had a big smile on his face and asked me if I played..I said yeah, just a bit but not very good at all..he's staying with a friend in the building while he plays some gigs around town..his name was Tyler..he sat his case down and told me to open it up and it was a nice Martin in there..he told me to pick it up and play something..keep in mind that I had just been up for only 20 minutes or so..my brain and fingers started playing Roundabout from Yes..weird..anyway, I asked him to play and he sat down on the floor and just started playing some blues..just he and I..he played for about 15 minutes before I got up and went back to the apartment...

[Chris_H_2]

and a black man was in there with a guitar case and a backpack..

you pointing this out reminds me of Shaboozey playing halftime of this past year's Thanksgiving day game between Detroit and Chicago when my dad saw him and, having no idea who he is, asked to no one in particular why we needed another rapper performing at a game in Detroit.

[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.

[Strat]

sorry VG. Cancer is my biggest fear.

My year has been brutal. Started with a case of the Bells Palsy and was put on prednisone for about 6 weeks and all downhill from there. sprained my wrist which hasn't healed 6 months later but MRI showed no major damage, osteoarthritis in my big toe joints, and some plantar fasciitis which has gotten better with custom orthotics and PT, feeling generally worn down because all though treated with apnea, still often wake up feeling groggy.

I was really excited that my sleep would improve moving from 8,000' elevation back to sea level. It did for the first 2 months. I slept fucking great and felt hopeful. However, I have since acclimated and now the apnea is back to standard issue.

wah.

[VinylGuy]

fuck strat that sounds awful, but you are dealing with it so thats a plus. But what a year.

My dad´s wife had a retina problem, she lost like 80% of the view there. Then pancreatitis, she gor surgery and now the cancer. She got surgery for that too and seems to be great but the cancer will be back, thats why she will have to do chemo eventually. On top of that, she is not an easy person at all, so thats something to add in the mix for my dad and brothers.

I hope she can navigate trough this and be healthy and good but my main concern is how my dad will handle everything, specially at his age. Ill be around to check on him regularly i guess.

[Ello Sailor]

RIP Strat.