Weighty Issues

Over 2008, one thing I planned to do was lose some weight. I know I’ve added more on, and I wrote about it back in August time when we joined up with the new gym that opened locally. At the moment I’ve still got a couple of months ’til the first dollop of membership expires, and in that time I really should start going.

You see, over the last three months I just haven’t had the motivation. (Or, in a lot of cases, the time) I know I should go, I know I need to go in order to lose the weight I’ve put on – but despite that knowing, the actual “OK, I’m going” hasn’t clicked into place.

The thing is, I don’t over-eat – I don’t sit at my desk with chocolate galore, nor am I a biscuit fiend, or a fast-food junkie. (Well, OK, I am a biscuit-fiend, but as a result we don’t buy many biscuits at all, otherwise I’d have an excuse) At home we both eat healthily (Usually vegetarian, occasionally fish, and very little ‘junk’ food) and not to excess. I admit, my portion control could probably do with a bit of work, but that’s it. Even on a diet, I don’t lose much weight – and most of the people we’ve talked to about it say I should eat more, not less, which is something I just can’t get my head round at all.

The lack of motivation gym-wise isn’t helped by the fact that the gym is now in exactly the opposite direction to my workplace, so to go to the gym I drive past the route home. It’s not much of an excuse – it’s not meant to be – but it still contributes. Equally, it’s not open late in the evenings, so we can’t go home, eat, relax, then go.

But all told, it’s really the motivation thing – I know I should go, and I should organise myself better in order to go. I just haven’t done so.

The stupid thing about it all is that I’m not actually happy with my weight being where it is – but at the same time, nor do I worry/care enough about it to want to do anything about it. It’s all a bit of a Catch 22 at the moment – logic and emotion tell me I need to do it, but the motivation side of things, yeah, that’s just not happening. And I don’t really understand why.

I want to go back in the New Year, and see how it goes. But if I’m honest, I don’t know – we’ll see.


Slowly Mending

At last, it looks like this bloody cold is wearing off.

Now I’m only coughing to get rid of the lumpy crap that’s still in my lungs – and hopefully this will be the final stages of that. It’ll be good to be done with it by the Festering Season – as we’re doing some slightly sociable stuff, it’ll be good to know that at least I won’t be passing on vile colds to other peope.

It’s been another quiet weekend as a result of this grungy cold but well, it’s been necessary.


Halting State

I’m coming to the conclusion that either December doesn’t like me, or I don’t like December. It could even be both.

As it is though, just in the last two weeks I’ve:

  • Had one day off sick through puking and generally being unwell
  • Had Herself be off for three days through puking and generally being unwell
  • Picked up a lovely cold
  • Turned into a streaming snot-production facility
    And finally
  • Now ended up with a hacking cough, and a load of phlegmy shit in my lungs.

This is after not being properly ill for ages.

Of course, I’m still going in to work – my head’s still in “contractor” mode, and while I did go home post-puke, I’ve not done the same while having a cold. I just don’t see “a cold” as reason for being off sick – I tend to stick with the kitchen ethos (and the contractor ethos) of “If you can stand, you can work“.

Maybe this all means I’ll be OK for the Festering Season (this time next week and it’s all over!) but time will tell on that one. I normally end up crashing and burning over the Festering Season simply because it’s a few days off, and that gives me the chance to relax. I don’t know if it’ll be the same this year, considering what I’ve already been hit with.

Regardless though, I’ll be glad when I’ve stopped coughing lumpy bits out of my lungs on a regular basis.


Better

Following on from Monday’s lurgie-fest, I was actually better yesterday, and fine by today.

I don’t know what caused the problems, solely that once I’d thrown up (while in work, but fortunately not anywhere public, or at my desk) I felt better, but went home at lunchtime – and then slept ’til 6. You can always tell when I feel bad, because I tend to prefer to just sleep.

I was OK by the evening, although not straining the system with food too much. Following another [x] hours sleep (can’t be arsed to work it out) I was fine in the morning, and went in to work.

So yeah, no idea what attacked me, but something certainly did. Thankfully it only lasted for the day – a bonus, considering the chaos at work yesterday. But that’s a post for another day…


Hearing Levels

Referring back to one of last week’s posts, my hearing levels now seem to be sorted out again.

All told it took about a week for everything to level out properly – it would have probably been a bit quicker if I also hadn’t nearly deafened myself while using the bloody tile cutter – but it all seems to be good again.

The main issue was that my brain had obviously got used to having to amplify things coming from my right ear, as that had been blocked a lot longer, so that once the blockage was gone, the amplification was still there, and it made things on my right sound far louder than those on my left.

The brain is an amazing thing, really. In that short time it’s got back to processing things at the correct levels, and all seems well.


Wall of Sound

For whatever reason, my ears produce excessive wax. (And if that grosses you out, you’d best stop reading now)

On occasion, it gets so severe that it blocks my ear completely. Last time it happened, back in Bracknell, the practice nurse suggested using a product called Otex, which I’ve used on occasion since.

A good while back – I thought it was the start of this year, but it could’ve been longer when I think about it – my right ear got blocked up, and despite my best efforts, it wouldn’t clear out. I wasn’t worried, because I knew it was just wax, and normally it clears itself out in the end. So I’d use the Otex on occasion, but it wasn’t really an issue. (And yes, I’m aware that this post a) contains WAY too much information and b) shows just how slack I am on certain things)

However, last week I was using the Otex on the other ear, and the gunge caused by it sealed up that ear too. Which left me, well, not deaf – but most definitely significantly impaired on the hearing front. I’d estimate it at about a 60-75% hearing loss, all told. Apparently, this is a known issue with Otex – because it dissolves the wax, you end up with this kind of primordial sticky semi-liquid sludge, and that just seals the ear canal completely, and it’s then really hard to get out.

So the hearing loss was just what I needed, knowing that I was going to have a two-day training course at the start of the following week.

Over the weekend, I tried to get in to one of the local NHS Walk-in centres but failed to get seen. (although this is another ranty post for over the weekend, I think) So on Monday I got an appointment with the practice nurse at my normal doctor’s surgery. (It was actually Herself who made the appointment – I was trying to call, but failing, so she called – and it turned out that I got through just after her, so actually had two appointments to get this all sorted)

Anyway, last night after work I went in, and the nurse cleared out both my ears by syringing them. It’s not quite as vile as it sounds – it’s some kind of mechanism for pumping warm water into the ear, and letting it flow out again – and while it’s not a pleasant experience, it’s still less unpleasant than the sensations while using the Otex, where you can hear the bubbles, fizzing, and cracking of the Otex attacking whatever’s in your ear.

But now the world is very very loud. My brain had quite obviously got used to handling the deficiency in my right ear and was doing quite nicely at it, thanks very much. But now that the blockage has gone, all the sound is coming in again, and my brain hasn’t yet reduced the levels – so everything is much louder than it was.

It’s odd, you don’t realise how much you’re missing in a situation like that – because it’s been a gradual process over *cough* months, it’s just not really been something I was aware of losing. The sudden renewal of all noise levels has come as quite a shock – closing my car door when I was leaving the surgery felt like it had blown out my eardrums.

Sometimes that hearing deficiency has helped – this morning the noise of the central heating pump woke me up, for example.

I’m not proud of this post – it goes a long way towards illustrating what a complete slack-arse I truly am when it comes to taking care of my own ailments, for one thing – but it’s still a noteworthy event. If nothing else, I’ll probably refer back to it on occasion, as and when my hearing starts going duff again. (And from now on I’ll be doing what the practice nurse recommended, too – rather than waiting ’til the buildup starts, I’ll be working on controlling it a bit before that)

I know I’m bad at these things – I can’t get past the “it’s not all that relevant” thing, and I particularly have an issue with wasting even a GP or practice nurse’s time with something that is a) my fault in the first place and b) impressively trivial. But once I know I have to go and get it sorted – in this case, because I can’t hear a sodding thing – then I do at least go and get it sorted.


Gone Pink

Blimey, it’s October already.

And of course that also means that if you didn’t have a colour-scheme set for D4D™, then you’re now seeing a very pink site for the next month. It’s part of Breast Cancer awareness month – and as such, it’s a good cause.

You can change the colour back to your preference by clicking on the relevant colour up on the title bar, and then you won’t see the pink any more.