An impromptu session of racquetball last night has convinced me to take it easy this weekend. I’m sure the predicted rain will help too. All night long I was battling a shin splint in my left leg as well as the bruise on the top of my right foot that I gave myself last Friday night as I stumbled climbing a metal staircase. It got to the point last night that I finally had to admit (physical) defeat and quit because I could barely run without pain.
Still Feeling Out Of Sorts
It may seem trite to say but since Amsterdam I have not quite been the same, physically. While showering in one of those tiny European shower stalls with a detachable handle spray I bent over and felt what could best be described as a tinge of vertigo; this has never really happened to me previously. Ever since that day I occasionally battle the same phenomena and feel out of sorts at times. Perhaps it’s the fact that I have been pretty much on the go for two entire weeks, but I’m ready to return to a steady-state (well, as steady as my health has been in the past years). I’m hoping this weekend’s lack of plans will aid in this.
This weekend I will be home, trying to get “Operation: Happy Ending” rolling.
ITP Flickr Pics
“Caught Red-Nosed” (Brussels, Belgium)
While killing time walking around before a hash dinner in Brussels one night last week I came upon this piece of public art. The red nose is an “after-market upgrade”. Perhaps one of these days I’ll attain enough Photoshop skill to remove that distracting wire from this photo.
“Breakfast *And* Lunch” (Atlanta, Georgia, USA)
This is what I had for breakfast at Home grown yesterday, it’s called the “Comfy Chicken Biscuit”. As you can see it is one of the healthier options on the menu with its biscuit, fried chicken, and sausage gravy. Suffice to say there was no need for me to consider eating lunch, and even after playing racquetball dinner was not a pressing need.
For This Much Money I Better Get Healed Soon
I return to the ENT this morning for another follow-up checkup. Coincidentally in the stack of mail I picked up yesterday, and that I finally processed this morning, was a bill for my last visit. Turns out that, after insurance adjustments, I owe $275 for that last visit — which was no longer than thirty minutes. If I get charged like this again I think that this will be my last visit to the ENT.
Welcome To The Start Of Month #8.
Where does the time go?
Happy family entertaining, box swapping, or whatever you get yourself into this weekend.