Oof.
I kept hitting the snooze button this morning until I finally just turned off the alarm. Half an hour later I woke up from a nightmare and decided to get out of bed. It started out as a good dream - JD and I found a house we really liked (with four kitchens! That's almost enough!) and that we were going to buy. But for some reason we spent the night in it, and of course JD left early for work, so I was there alone and underdressed (with a yorkie peeing on the carpet) when the owner showed up with people to view the place. The owner was unimpressed with me and my "But we want to buy it! " protestations.
First world dream problems.
Once I woke up, I realized that I felt worse than yesterday. My stomach hurt less, but my lymph nodes hurt more. I made a command decision and called in sick, for real this time. Not "I feel awful but I'm going to soldier on from my home office." This time, I said I was going to go lie down. Which is what I did. After the nightmare sleep wasn't coming easily, but I stared at the ceiling, and occasionally read a book, and petted various animals. Petting animals is a very healing thing to do when you feel like crap.
Around 3 pm I started to feel better, and I must assume that being super lazy has allowed my immune system to triumph over whatever bug was plaguing it. (See what I did there? I amuse my own self.) So with another early bedtime I hope to wake up all normal-like in the morning. But I'm turning my alarm off to make sure I rest as long as I need to. I hope I feel good, anyway, because I have organized a social event for lunch tomorrow and I'd really like to go.
Showing posts with label peeing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peeing. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Peeing: You know you do it, too
I sit before you today to talk about a very serious subject: urination.
Everybody pees. Humans are huge bags of water, constantly adjusting their fluid levels. We are advised to drink at least two quarts of water a day. Which means that unless you're planning to gain four pounds every day, you're going to be peeing OUT two quarts as well. Exercise much? You're probably drinking more, for multiple reasons. Well hydrated muscles move more smoothly over each other. Without more water, you cramp. Without more water, toxins aren't smoothly moved out of your body. So, more water! But it's not sticking around. You'll sweat some out, you'll cry some out (in lubricating tears if nothing else), you'll breathe some out. But mostly? You'll pee.
Okay, so I've pretty much established that peeing will be going on. For everyone. The men. The women. The children. The puppies. The frogs. Everyone.
Why is peeing such a big deal? We all breathe all the time, and that's okay. There's no fine for breathing in public. Even if you have bad breath. Even if you have asthma and sound like a broken bellows. Breathe as much as you want, pal, it's free.
But peeing? Oh my goodness no! That's private! That's illegal, if anybody catches you! Except that if you go in a public restroom, EVERYBODY knows what you're doing, can hear it, can smell it, can see you in the cracks around the stupid little door to your peeing cell. You have to keep up the appearance of pretending to not know they know you're peeing, and they have to keep up the appearance of pretending not to know you're peeing.
You may wonder why this is on my mind. Well, I'll tell you.
There is a class of people who, through the kindness of their hearts, will let hikers camp for free on their property. For which, thank you. We often need a place to stay, as we are a little bit or a lot homeless while hiking, depending. But kind people, you forget that we are functional people! You deny access to modern plumbing! And then you get upset when people pee outdoors!
We are people just like you! WE ALSO PEE! It bugs me every time I hear that hikers are no longer welcome because one of them was spotted peeing somewhere. What did people think would happen? Did they think the hikers would somehow be able to hold it for the 36 hours they were spending in town? For even 6 hours in town, if it involved a meal and adding a soda to that bag-of-liquids body?
Blind. Or stupid. But probably blind.
Anyway. I gotta go. For some reason I need to pee now.
Everybody pees. Humans are huge bags of water, constantly adjusting their fluid levels. We are advised to drink at least two quarts of water a day. Which means that unless you're planning to gain four pounds every day, you're going to be peeing OUT two quarts as well. Exercise much? You're probably drinking more, for multiple reasons. Well hydrated muscles move more smoothly over each other. Without more water, you cramp. Without more water, toxins aren't smoothly moved out of your body. So, more water! But it's not sticking around. You'll sweat some out, you'll cry some out (in lubricating tears if nothing else), you'll breathe some out. But mostly? You'll pee.
Okay, so I've pretty much established that peeing will be going on. For everyone. The men. The women. The children. The puppies. The frogs. Everyone.
Why is peeing such a big deal? We all breathe all the time, and that's okay. There's no fine for breathing in public. Even if you have bad breath. Even if you have asthma and sound like a broken bellows. Breathe as much as you want, pal, it's free.
But peeing? Oh my goodness no! That's private! That's illegal, if anybody catches you! Except that if you go in a public restroom, EVERYBODY knows what you're doing, can hear it, can smell it, can see you in the cracks around the stupid little door to your peeing cell. You have to keep up the appearance of pretending to not know they know you're peeing, and they have to keep up the appearance of pretending not to know you're peeing.
You may wonder why this is on my mind. Well, I'll tell you.
There is a class of people who, through the kindness of their hearts, will let hikers camp for free on their property. For which, thank you. We often need a place to stay, as we are a little bit or a lot homeless while hiking, depending. But kind people, you forget that we are functional people! You deny access to modern plumbing! And then you get upset when people pee outdoors!
We are people just like you! WE ALSO PEE! It bugs me every time I hear that hikers are no longer welcome because one of them was spotted peeing somewhere. What did people think would happen? Did they think the hikers would somehow be able to hold it for the 36 hours they were spending in town? For even 6 hours in town, if it involved a meal and adding a soda to that bag-of-liquids body?
Blind. Or stupid. But probably blind.
Anyway. I gotta go. For some reason I need to pee now.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Like a bird. A big, blue bird.
This morning was the first time since last winter that the air had a damp bite to it. It felt like icy kittens licking my forehead. Just a taste of things to come.
Today kind of started out like the last two days, but then something astounding happened. Something went right! A longtime VMS guy at work had a vtterm that he's letting me borrow. Finally, I have some insight into what the machines were doing! A huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I didn't even realize how much it had been bothering me. I mean, I knew I was stressed, but I didn't know why. There are *lots* of reasons I could be stressed out right now.
And stress was the major reason I was thrilled to jog this evening. My stress release options aren't that great at the moment. So it falls to exercise to keep me going. I felt so good jogging. Going downhill I felt like a bird on the wind. Passersby saw a middle aged sysadmin jiggling down the street, but in my head I flew triumphantly down that sidewalk. It was *GREAT*. At the end when it was time to walk home, I decided to jog up the hill first. I've only jogged down it so far and I was curious if it would feel awful. But it didn't. It felt pretty good.
After that I was off to yoga, another great stress reliever. And in fact I feel pretty mellow now. The two Hershey's kisses I had when I got home didn't hurt. :)
One of the things the naturopath has me doing is keeping a lifestyle journal for two weeks. I have to note down the date and time of every thing I ingest and excrete, my feelings, and all my major activities. I've never done that before. Writing down every time I go to the bathroom has made me realize just how often I pee. I pee a lot, yall. I feel like my lifestyle journal is judging my peeing frequency. Now I resent my journal for judging me. Damn you, Xerox copy! You have no right to point fingers.
Today kind of started out like the last two days, but then something astounding happened. Something went right! A longtime VMS guy at work had a vtterm that he's letting me borrow. Finally, I have some insight into what the machines were doing! A huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I didn't even realize how much it had been bothering me. I mean, I knew I was stressed, but I didn't know why. There are *lots* of reasons I could be stressed out right now.
And stress was the major reason I was thrilled to jog this evening. My stress release options aren't that great at the moment. So it falls to exercise to keep me going. I felt so good jogging. Going downhill I felt like a bird on the wind. Passersby saw a middle aged sysadmin jiggling down the street, but in my head I flew triumphantly down that sidewalk. It was *GREAT*. At the end when it was time to walk home, I decided to jog up the hill first. I've only jogged down it so far and I was curious if it would feel awful. But it didn't. It felt pretty good.
After that I was off to yoga, another great stress reliever. And in fact I feel pretty mellow now. The two Hershey's kisses I had when I got home didn't hurt. :)
One of the things the naturopath has me doing is keeping a lifestyle journal for two weeks. I have to note down the date and time of every thing I ingest and excrete, my feelings, and all my major activities. I've never done that before. Writing down every time I go to the bathroom has made me realize just how often I pee. I pee a lot, yall. I feel like my lifestyle journal is judging my peeing frequency. Now I resent my journal for judging me. Damn you, Xerox copy! You have no right to point fingers.
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