A collection of nattering
Mar. 1st, 2013 12:44 am1.
Sporting a limp for thesecond time in two weeks third time in three weeks, since I seem to have accidentally destroyed a tendon. Again. (And not from falling off a horse this time - just being my usual brilliant self of "Let's go for a nice, relaxed 3km run at top speed and then go for a class that involves a lot of standing on one leg.") Yeah.
My office folks must be wondering what on earth is wrong with me. At least this time I'm not walking around with a cane.
Unfortunately, since I seem to have accidentally gotten addicted to exercise, I suppose I'll have to settle for working upper body and core for the next few days.
2.
Apparently nasal breathing is an incredible cure-all for everything, including exercise induced asthma and rhinitis (and also sleep disorders, depression and anxiety and IBS - and basically will magically turn my life around if I do it right), so I've been trying to switch from mouth breathing to nasal breathing. As some websites put it, all you need is willpower. ...which in my case apparently means "surgery".
And since I never see a doctor if I can help it, I've been systematically going through the list of things that are supposed to help relieve nasal congestion - so far, I've tried medication, breathe-right strips, saline nose sprays, menthol, steam, humming and facial massages, none of which actually work. The only things that actually appear to help are taichi (don't ask) and ... youtube videos of Hugh Jackman (really, don't ask). (I suspect laughing has a lot to do with it).
3.
My internal alarm clock is really pretty good. I can usually tell what hour of the night it is when I wake up (3am, 4am, 5am, too-damn-close-to-the-morning-am), which is great - except that when I actually have to wake up at 6am and stupidly set my physical alarm for 6pm (genius at work), I really should trust that internal alarm clock when it actually wakes me up on time instead of going back to sleep because my physical alarm hasn't gone off. (And waking up at 7am and freaking the hell out).
Sporting a limp for the
My office folks must be wondering what on earth is wrong with me. At least this time I'm not walking around with a cane.
Unfortunately, since I seem to have accidentally gotten addicted to exercise, I suppose I'll have to settle for working upper body and core for the next few days.
2.
Apparently nasal breathing is an incredible cure-all for everything, including exercise induced asthma and rhinitis (and also sleep disorders, depression and anxiety and IBS - and basically will magically turn my life around if I do it right), so I've been trying to switch from mouth breathing to nasal breathing. As some websites put it, all you need is willpower. ...which in my case apparently means "surgery".
And since I never see a doctor if I can help it, I've been systematically going through the list of things that are supposed to help relieve nasal congestion - so far, I've tried medication, breathe-right strips, saline nose sprays, menthol, steam, humming and facial massages, none of which actually work. The only things that actually appear to help are taichi (don't ask) and ... youtube videos of Hugh Jackman (really, don't ask). (I suspect laughing has a lot to do with it).
3.
My internal alarm clock is really pretty good. I can usually tell what hour of the night it is when I wake up (3am, 4am, 5am, too-damn-close-to-the-morning-am), which is great - except that when I actually have to wake up at 6am and stupidly set my physical alarm for 6pm (genius at work), I really should trust that internal alarm clock when it actually wakes me up on time instead of going back to sleep because my physical alarm hasn't gone off. (And waking up at 7am and freaking the hell out).