Mixed Feelings

The pain in my body these last three weeks has been like the tide, constantly coming and going. Today the tide is high with my left hip hurting a lot. My bicycle is in the M6 for this trip over to Auburn but I am now putting my chances of riding, even the 20 mile route, at less than 50/50.

In addition to having a sweet hotel room close to the ride’s start, another reason I will make this trip is to pick up my ride packet which has yet to arrive in the mail.

Also Less Than 50/50 Chance Of Making It
I met up with my friend Hank last night at the newly-rebooted Lucky’s in the Emory area. This location now has a limited menu, and an equally limited alcohol selection. The food was good, I had a burger of course, but everything else regarding the place seemed a bit off.

Apparently last night was trivia night, with a form of bar trivia that was new to me. In this version the point-value of each question was predetermined. I also disliked the high number of multiple-choice questions asked, including this one:
“How many flavors of jelly beans at there?” Four possibly-plausible answers were supplied, and the “correct” answer was “50”. What? The announcer then went on to say “jelly bean, not jelly belly” as if that were a sufficient explanation.

Nearly 100% Chance
I have heard that this Sunday will mark Sanitary Not’s 500th Black Sheep Hash. Yowzers! My count is around 110 and holding steady since I stopped being a regular hasher after Hip Injury #1 six years ago.

As you may or may not know, Sanitary Not is ITP-Reader Randy’s mother, and the woman who convinced me that I would make a good candidate for hashing waaaaaay back in 1999 at a hash happy hour held at Gravity Pub (RIP) in East Atlanta.

If I am back from Auburn, in relatively good stead, and can find where the end of the hash is being held, I will drop by and pay my respects. Hell, sitting on the ice for a down-down may make my hip feel a lot better. ๐Ÿ˜

Have a great weekend friends!

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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Burger Meister Meisterberger

It’s rare when I am not the first one to arrive at a meetup.

Early is on time
On time is late

So I was especially pleased to see that though I was arriving at The Imperial thirty minutes prior to the schedule meeting time I was pulling into the parking lot right behind ITP-Reader Stacy. ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‚ It was a further pleasant surprise to hobble around to the patio and see Intermittent-ITP-Reader Claire ๐Ÿ˜› and Darryl already holding a table.

The “Pimento Cheese Smash Burger” at The Imperial was really tasty. Here is a photo of one taken and sent to me by Stacy:
Hulk Smash(burger)
That fried ball of goodness on top was filled with pimento cheese, bacon, green onions, and jalapeรฑo; to put the “smash” into your burger you placed the bun on top and smashed the fried ball.

After a day of pseudo-exercise and consumption I was ready to go home and fall asleep, and that’s almost what I did. I managed to barely keep my eyes open until 9:30pm.

What, pseudo-exercise?

Prior to the burger meetup I had a physical therapy appointment. What could be better than physical they’re followed by a Sublime Donut? Nothing, except not doing physical therapy I suppose.

In an office filled with photos of known athletes and celebrities thanking the PTs, including one who misspelled “Brian” as “Brain”, I was twisted, stretched, and mildly electrocuted in order to get my aged body back to functioning properly, all for the “low, low” price of $120 since I had no script for PT and paid for this out of pocket. The PT couldn’t identify anything technically wrong other than some extreme tightness so I think that I will take the knowledge gained and the rubber strap given to me and self-therapy from here on out.

You know, I find it interesting that when I was checked out by Royster, and at physical therapy yesterday, my body really never hurt. No matter which way I am contorted I feel okay. However, as soon as I start walking, or by day’s end, my body hurts. It’s kinda like taking your car to a mechanic and not being able to have it reproduce a sound it was making I suppose.

Back to The Imperial for a moment… A funny thing happened while seated there, I saw the founder of the Urban Explorers of Atlanta, you know the group I was riding with when I tumbled, walk into the restaurant. Of course I hold only myself respufor my injury but I wanted to hobble up and say hello, but when I went inside I could not find him. Apparently he wanted to eat, but it was too crowded, and was in the erstwhile I searched for him. Oh well.

Tonight I will be eating another burger, but not as part of Atlanta Burger Week. Tonight I will be meeting up with Hank at the newly-reopened Lucky’s in Emory. From there I shall return home to do some German homework.

Have a fantastic Thursday.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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In Early, Out Early

Today I will be testing “XYZ Corp”‘s flexibility, as well as my own. Had there not been a slew of poor drivers on the road forcing their way in and out lanes, explaining why there are so many accidents on The Connector, I would have made to the office in fewer than twenty minutes. It would have taken me at least twenty to fly a helicopter to Perimeter Mall. Of course I left the ITP Estate by 6:10am in order to accomplish this; with every minute later for departure the commute is slowed. The reason I came in early is so that I can leave early.

This afternoon I will be consulting with a PT about the potential of getting PT. I realize that consulting a PT about PT is akin to asking a car salesman whether or not I should buy a new car, but I want to heal as quickly as possible with as few lifetime ramifications as possible. This may help.

In my health realm I had a bit of a breakthrough, physically and mentally, last night when I crossed my left ankle onto my right knee while seated and felt my left hip pop for the first time in over two weeks. The endorphins released felt soothing, and the pain associated with the stiffness in my hip reduced. It is my left knee, and deep in the upper portion of my left leg that bother me most currently.

There was a setback in my recovery too as I stepped down off a curb (goddamn curbs!) to cross Peachtree Street and had pain run through my leg upon my heal striking the ground. This occurred not long after I was pleased with the way that I was finally getting to walk with a limp. One step forward, two step back.

Assuming the gathering is still on, tonight I will be consuming a burger for Burger Week at The Imperial with ITP-Reader Stacy and others. I am really looking forward to this.

Here’s to a good Hump Day to all of you.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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I Forgot To Write Last Night, Again

These days afternoons mean a sore and tired hip and leg on the left-hand side of my body. Because I walking without the aid of a crutch or cane there is still a considerable hitch in my giddy up and by day’s end I feel it.

Ein Neuen Waschsalon
After clarifying which laundromat is used by ITP-Reader Stacy I decided to give it a shot last night. Like its predecessor in Chamblee Midtown Wash is conveniently located between work and home. Though it’s a little more expensive than it’s predecessor, partially I am to blame, it’s still cheaper than driving all the way to Chamblee for the purpose of washing clothes.

My financial blunder occurred when I split my huge load of darks into two loads, placing each in a machine that charged $4.50, instead of realizing that i could put it all into a single ginormous washer that only cost $6.75. Live and learn…

There are other benefits for going to Midtown Wash, the machines take credit cards, they are implementing a rewards program, it’s clean, and someday I can meet up with Stacy and have dinner/drinks while doing laundry.

After getting home I managed to make some pork and beans for dinner, labor through putting away all of my clean clothes, and talk to my mother on the phone for awhile, before passing out at around 10:30pm. So much for getting my German homework done.

As is the norm on Tuesdays tonight is German class night. I am going to attempt to get ready for class in the ninety minutes that I will have between the end of my work day and waddling across Peachtree to Colony Square.

Make it a Super Tuesday.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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Progress Begins With ‘P’

as does “Paulie”. So, I’ve got that going for me.

I still hurt, far more than I ever expected two weeks later. The pain is deep, which concerns me. I still feel out of whack. Progress is being made ever so glacially.

On Saturday I drove out to Rutledge to hang out with ITP-Reader Barb, Allan, and Sal, along with other friends like Vern, Michigan, Benny, and Twigs who I’ve met through Barb and Allan. Out in Rutledge I also met a few of the folks with whom I experienced RAGBRAI last year. My day was filled with food, injury-related discomfort, and a lot of laughs. I left STU at 9pm and made the drive home. I was home and in bed by 10:30pm. My leg and hip were howling from the amount of work I made them do throughout the day.

I started my Saturday of eating too much food in the form of two exceptional biscuits – one fried chicken, one country ham – at Mamie’s Kitchen in Lithonia. I can hear you saying “What the hell does Paulie know about Lithonia?” well, the answer is “Very little.” but I was clued into Mamie’s Kitchen via the Roadfood newsletter. I had heard about this place months ago and was looking for an excuse to try it; a Saturday morning drive to Rutledge provided an ample excuse. If this place were closer I’d be eating there quite a bit.

Yesterday I woke to watch Liege-Bastogne-Liege. Though I tried to talk myself out of it, I did thirty minutes on the trainer while watching the race. It was extremely difficult mounting and dismounting the bike on the trainer, and I did experience some pain throughout my effort, but I managed to spin my legs for thirty minutes. Baby spins… I am starting to try and convince myself that going to Auburn for Saturday’s Bo Bikes Bama ride is a possibility, even if I have to opt for the shortest route.

As the rain stopped and started yesterday I felt badly for those who organized and participated in yesterday’s Atlanta Streets Alive. Having to deal with such shitty weather was unfortunate.

Tonight I am going to try ITP-Reader Stacy’s Waschsalon. My more-than-two-weeks of dirty clothes are bagged and in the M6 ready to be washed, and I am ready to try and fight my way back into having a normal life. I am contemplating consulting a PT this week to see about my pain, and am also thinking of springing for some sports massages to work out the kinks.

Have a good Monday.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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Fighting Sadness

For months today was on my calendar as the first day of BRAG’s STU. I was really looking forward to it because it was going to be the official launch into my 2017 cycling season. I was a little bummed when I realized that my employment at “XYZ Corp” would put the kibash on my going over to Rutledge on Thursday so that I could ride all three days, but that was alright. And then my stupidity a week ago last Sunday ruined everything.

I didn’t even attempt to get on my trainer last night, I was in too much pain.

Every time I think I have turned the corner I make a misstep, or turn my leg the wrong way, or lean back, and experience pain. It’s one shuffle step forward, one huge leap backward.

I am scheduled to drive to Auburn next Friday to ride in Bo Bikes Bama, another ride I was stoked to do, but the longer my pain lingers the less likely it seems that I will make that trip either.

I’m trying to keep the big picture in mind. I probably have another 20-30 years to use this unlovable bag of bones and want to use that time to its fullest. But I am going to be honest with you, it’s hard to look past my current situation right now and it’s getting to me.

Today I will be having lunch with some of my former coworkers. Due to my condition we’ll be eating at Tin Lizzy, perhaps the greatest non-medical beneficiary from my stupidity. I’m hoping a good lunch with friends will help some.

To insult to injury I am going to start dieting tomorrow. Let’s face it, eleven days of no exercise has not helped my waistline. Ugh.

May your Friday, and ensuing weekend be incredible.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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Caned And Able

My new cane, um, walking stick arrived yesterday. In what has unfortunately become the norm the package was left on the front stoop of my house and not by the side door behind the knee wall that would shield it from prying eyes as had been the norm previously. Fortunately no packages have yet to go “missing” though I am contemplating what I will do when I order a thing of value such as a new camera, computer, or whatnot.

It is somewhat ironic that the cane arrived yesterday because it was the first day that I was able to go the entire day without the use of a crutch. Sure, there was plenty of discomfort still but I was able to amble about and even descend the stairs at the new office building for the first time. Now if I can just stop walking like Fred Sanford.

I’m really looking forward to being able to walk more than 100 yards again. The thought of getting out for lunch at an establishment that is more than one block away from the office is stimulating to me. Yesterday I tested the waters of the cafeteria inside the new office building, suffice to say I will save my return visit for an emergency meal; pity it’s in an incredibly convenient location.

My evening was about as uneventful as could possibly be. After a long day of work (cue sad music!) I fought traffic back to the ITP Estate to eat some of my leftovers for dinner. I had thrown out a suggestion to meet up with Hank at the newly-reopened Lucky’s Burger & Brew at Emory, but he had other commitments for the evening. Perhaps it was just as well as I was able to save a little money by eating at home, and my “Alcohol-Free Day Count” now stands at one. I will say that “fighting traffic” from Midtown is a breeze compared to the suffering I endured for eleven years commuting to and from Perimeter Mall.

With the ability to move about on foot, still slowly mind you, I did a few chores that have escaped me recently. I washed a sink-load of dirty dishes, and sorted more than a week’s worth of laundry in anticipation of being able to go to a new-to-me Waschsalon sometime soon. I also did a few other fun things like pay my natural gas bill, and schedule my quarterly auto insurance payment. It’s a good thing that I am gainfully employed again and that the Federal Government has seen fit to refund me some of my tax dollars from last year.

As I accomplished my chores I listened to a bunch of podcasts and finished my evening by “watching” the replay of La Flรจche Wallonne on my iPad as I wrote this blog post.

STU
I really doubt that I will be in the mindset to go over to Rutledge on Friday afternoon. Saturday is still in play. If possible I will be mounting the trainer tonight and giving the legs and hips some spins for the first time in eleven days.

Is this really only the third day that I’ve worked this week? It feels as if it’s been a much longer week than that. Hope yours is going well.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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The Fall And Incredibly Slow Rise Of Paulie The Blogger

Is trying not to complain too much about how long it’s taking my body to heal. Really, I am. But even after yesterday’s visit to the orthopedic doctor, who didn’t seem that concerned by my condition, I am disappointed with my recovery. Tonight I will start a stretching regiment – omg I am actually going to use the yoga mat and foam roller that have been unsused in my house for so long. I supposed that I will be setting the bike back into the trainer since it appears that it won’t be seeing road time in the immediate future.

Stupid curb.
Stupider Paulie.

I am back to smelling like menthol today because I smeared a bunch of Tiger Balm on my hip in an attempt to warm it, and therefore loosen it up this morning. I should probably by some odor-free cream like Icy-Hot to spare my coworkers of the odor.

Keeping today’s post short since I didn’t write any of this last night and am headed to the office. I will attempt to be better tomorrow.

What’s on your mind today?

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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Beaten Up, But Not Beaten

Progress on the healing front is starting to happen.

I made it to IKEA yesterday and was glad that I did. Sure there were plenty of attractive women shopping there, one even looked as if she were going to talk to me before turning and walking away. LOL! I’m glad that I got to IKEA because to my great surprise they were nearly sold out, or moved a shitload of stock to a place in the store I never found, of one of the two items I was there to buy for my new work area at “XYZ Corp”. In total the two items cost $5 so I was not about to try and get the new company to buy them for me. I ambled around IKEA using one crutch, and got more walking distance in than I had bargained because I had to backtrack to get a third item, something that I had forgotten to look for until I was nearly at the register.

From IKEA I drove back toward the ITP Estate, stopping at Kroger to pick up a few necessities for last night’s dinner. I left the crutch in the M6 and tooled around by pushing a shopping cart.

Dinner last night was the resurrection, appropriate for Easter Monday, of a dish that I last made in April 2016 (where does the time go?), Slow-Cooker Curry Cashew Chicken. The version I made this year was better for two reasons:

  1. I made it for only me, so I didn’t have to buy as much for the recipe as I did last year
  2. I didn’t drop my knife into the ceramic insert of my Crockpot and crack it like I did last year

Along with the pork I made on Sunday I now have leftovers to eat for the next four days…

Once I arrived home I ditched the crutches for the rest of the night. I hobbled around with some pain, but I am stubborn and want to walk again as soon as possible. I’ve also give up on taking pain killers, so I am hoping that the pain in my chest, upper left-hand side near my breastplate is also deep bruising that I am now feeling due to the lack of pain meds. The fall occurred on the left side, with me landing on my hip, arm/elbow, and shoulder so pain and bruising should not be unexpected. Stay tuned.

Buck Up, I-20, Buck Up
I said “Buck up, not buckle up”! Oh man, not one but two incidents closing interstates in the Atlanta area yesterday?

I finally figured it out! I heard that Trump will be in Atlanta next week to speak at an NRA convention so we are trying to destroy our infrastructure so that he cannot get around. The only problem is that he’ll most likely land at Dobbins and we’ve yet to make I-75 southbound impassable.

Back To The Corp, Back To German Class
When you read this, assuming you are reading this on Tuesday April 18th, I am at one of three places:

  1. at “XYZ Corp” trying to become a valuable employee
  2. at Dr Royster’s office getting my injury evaluated
  3. in German class at the Goethe Zentrum in Colony Square

Even though I had the entire day yesterday to study German I only managed to get a few hours of work in toward the end of the night. Slacker!

May your Tuesday be happy.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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Well, Shit

I was hoping to be writing to you today fully recovered, walking as if the split-second riding mistake I made now eight days ago had never occurred. But I am not. I have had much more pain associated with this fall that the one six years ago, and as of now I am still unable to put my full weight on my leg in order to walk normally. I put my left knee in a brace yesterday and that seemed to help a little but I am certainly not anywhere near “right”. It’s a good thing that I still have my appointment with Dr Royster tomorrow.

“Survivor : Civil War” (Atlanta, Georgia, United States)
Survivor : Civil War

Taken about ten minutes before I would meet my demise. I was the first (and only?) one “voted” off the island. Had I only known then what I know now.

Off Again Today
I have another day off from work today, which would be a lot cooler if I didn’t have this injury still.

I may go to IKEA, because I want to buy a couple of cheap desk organizer items for my new work area at “XYZ Corp”. I know exactly what I want, where they are, and the shortcuts to get me out without having to walk the entire maze. I’ll have to see how the hip, leg, and knee feel about this.

Saturday’s Trials And Tribulations
Because of my immobility for nearly all of last week my efforts to collect a lot of things to recycle at the City’s recycling event fell flat. In the end I decided that the scant amount of things that I was certain that the people would take for recycling did not justify the effort of getting there.

I hobbled to Horizon Theatre on Saturday night to use the ticket for “Nobody Loves You” that I purchased a couple of weeks ago. The play, which is a “behind the scenes look at a reality dating show”, was hilarious. At first I thought that it was going to be a musical and that I would dislike it, but in the end it turned out to be a comedy with musical numbers which I liked quite a bit. I’d tell you to go see it before its run at Horizon Theatre ends on March April 30th, but I know that you probably won’t. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Prior to the show I ate dinner at Manuel’s Tavern. Check off another place that I hadn’t been to since I was dating last year. In fact the last time I was in Manuel’s was before Trump was elected and I shook Bill Clinton’s hand. Ah memories of better days…

Spring Riding Future In Complete Doubt
Given that I am not moving painlessly today I am almost 100% sure that I won’t be riding the BRAG Spring Tune Up this weekend. And if I am not completely pain free I will also not be going out to Rutledge to camp. Dangen!

Also in jeopardy is my attendance for Bo Bikes Bama in Auburn, Alabama the following weekend. Double Dangen!

Stupid curb.
Stupider Paulie.

Positive Spins
I have been a long-time fan of “America’s Test Kitchen” and was dismayed to hear last year that founder and long-time host Christopher Kimball was leaving due to contract disputes. Over the weekend I discovered Milk Street, Kimballs’s new venture, which sounds identical to his old venture. Now that I have income again I may do wild things like subscribe to magazines.

Yesterday I made a kick-ass crockpot of pork loin. I had a 4-lb loin in the refrigerator that I purchased pre-injury and wanted to cook it before it went bad. I resurrected an old recipe that I used to make for the folks at work, Slow Cooker Carolina BBQ Pork, substituting the loin for the pork shoulder. Due to the size and cut of meat I used compared to that called for by the recipe mine was completely cooked in nine hours on low, and probably sooner had I thought to check the hunk of pork with a meat thermometer sooner. It was amazing. And as you can imagine, I have plenty of leftovers to eat this week.

Yesterday I also procrastinated a ton by listening to the Mets v. Marlins game using the MLB iOS app. The Mets were no-hit for eight innings prior to getting a hit. Then with two-out in the ninth the Mets scored two runs to tie the game! In the bottom of the ninth it sounded as if the Marlins were going to win but the Mets threw the runner out at home plate! HOW EXCITING!!! And then the next batter homered to end the game. The Mets lost the last three of the four games played in Miami.

On Wednesday I will become a cane owner. I started out thinking about buying trekking poles, because then at least I could look cool, and own trekking poles. Then I found an inexpensive cane on Amazon and decided to go that route. Pity that it can’t be here tomorrow, but I did order on Easter Sunday so I could expect no faster shipping.

Make it a great Monday all. I hope that you start your week painlessly; I wish that I could’ve done the same.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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