Monday, July 16, 2012


So, that bastion of journalistic integrity, 60 Minutes, did a piece on the guy who wrote the biography of Steve Jobs.  Along the way, they touched on some of the quirkier sides of the Apple inventor; his less attractive habits, some of which had to do with not wanting to embrace all the simple traffic laws.  Turns out he was in the habit of misusing handicapped parking spaces.

 And here I am, all grateful and such over his invention the iPad; but turns out if I met the guy in a parking lot it might an iPunch I'd be contemplating.  I wonder what sort of explanation he'd offer.

"i'M the cat's ass. iCan do what iWant."

  Okay, Steve, we miss ya; but, . . .really? 

Monday, July 2, 2012

Head, Shoulders, Knees, & Toes . . .

If you have a special nerd for a child, as we do; this will make a load of sense to you.  If your kid is still a little cute one, weighing less than say, 30 lbs. well maybe this will serve as a "heads-up."

Find a good physio, and take care of your back, and do your bloody exercises from the physio every day.  Of course, like a lot of people, I don't do my exercises every day.  Instead, I'm sitting here on my tookus again at the lap top. Blah blah blah.  As for the general topic, I've learned as much about how to take care of my aging corpse as I have about how to facilitate movement and such in my Beautiful Boy the Bamboozler.

Strengthening the core, creating stability for those overused, abused back muscles, just a lot of exercise-talk that I never thought  much about or cared for; this has become mantra for me.  With a tweakability factor of 7 (out of 10). I've enjoyed spasms that have laid me out on the floor immobile three times in the last two years.  We had to call the paramedics to give me nitrous oxide.  Then I went laughingly to their truck wondering why even bother; I felt so good all of a sudden?  Then, the hospital gave me morphine (even better, Baby!) and I laid in bed for 2-3 days mumbling incoherent instructions to my co-workers who were trying to cover my classes in my absence.  I'll never hear the end of that teasing!

My chiropractor and I became good buddies, then he said I should get an inversion table; so I sprung the $300 and got one.  Didn't help, actually.  Kinda made things worse.  In desperation, I take the radio at face value and go to the BC Back Institute; something new and different, might help.

Praise the Lord, it's done the trick.  Just had to exercise those weakened, afraid, pissed off muscles.  Now that they actually are working like they're supposed to, I can function.  Haven't needed morphine since March, sold the inversion table, and now when I try to stretch it out; it actually moves!  Wow.  My new guru is a youngster, A.J..  He's probably like 23 years old, just out of college, kinesiology degree, works at the BC Back Institute.  He's the dude who tells me what to do, and I obey; and I do my exercises like the grateful lion who's had the thorn yanked out of his paw (read: back).  Without the BC Back Institute and A.J. I'd be fearing every day how in the heck to take care of my  son, myself, my family, my job, everything.

Then, of course, it's comes as no other surprise that in our camp-fire visit with Anne the Conductor and Chris last night; we're talking about YOGA.  They've gone and educated themselves as yoga teachers, and a good thing.  All the lovely cerebrally palsied kids Anne works with come with tightened, twisted, and sprained parents who are staring somewhat confused off the bow of their little ship; wondering when they're going to hit that big unseen rock and really miscombobulate the spine of the boat.

Gotta pay attention, folks.  Bones ain't forever.  Call Anne or the B.C. Back Institute if your back got a little bit tighter just from sitting and reading this, eh?  Anne's at Moving Ahead Conductive Consulting.