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Monthly Archives: April 2016

The Purge

29 Friday Apr 2016

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life

The question of the week has been this — how do I react?

Life to me really has come down to that question.

Even my reaction has come into question.

(I feel like talking in fragments tonight.. something that really bugs me when other bloggers do it.  Years ago, a drama queen adopted me very aggressively here in blogland.. and she.. always.. wrote in… dramatic fragments.. and she boiled.. bunnies)

Sunday started with a sermon delivered with honest frankness, a message that spoke to my sensibilities.  I don’t care if you believe in God the same way that I do and think that what I am about to say is kooky (I like that word), what the preacher said was not anything new to me, but he delivered a message in a way that felt new.  He said one thing that made me say “Uh huh.  Yep.”.  What basically said is that there is no such thing as a secret sin.  Most people do not face that sin, at least not completely, until they are caught in that sin.  We don’t want to face that shame.  God exposes that sin in order to get us to change.  Evil exposes that sin in order to try to destroy us.    Makes sense.  I’m not saying I have earth shattering secret sin, but what I was convicted of was the desire to change, to focus on purging what is in my life that evil can use to destroy me.

I’m certain that there are people who read that last paragraph who will think that I am some delusional numbskull.  So be it.  I have fit that bill for a long time.

What usually follows a time in my life where I want to change for the better, is a time where I am attacked.  It didn’t take long.

Sunday night began with what felt like an attempt to take me down.  Monday morning began with extreme disappointment, then continued as I got to work, then piled on as soon as I came home from work.  This is not going to be a blog where I give the details.  Let’s just say that my wife greeted me with a pile of problems and piled them on top of me quickly.

I looked at her calmly.  I think she expected me to freak out.  Then she said something to me that should have made me freak out angry.

“This isn’t affecting you at all, is it?  Do you really care?  You look like this isn’t affecting you at all.”

I did care.  I just cared in a different way than she did.

I walked away from her, insulted by the way she had just treated me.  I was aware that something outside of me was trying to drag me down.

Hate her.  Hate the circumstances.  Hate what is happening.

A large part of me just wanted to tell her to get fucked.  I didn’t do that.

I want to win.

I want to be able to face that which seeks to destroy me and say “no way”.

No way.  Leave me alone.

I chose not to dwell on the crap that was happening.  It was not as bad as it seemed.

It feels a lot like a long bicycle ride, one that is a challenge to finish.  There comes to a point in an epic ride, sometimes more than once, where I just have to make the decision to push through the pain.  It means focusing on the finish in order to keep going.  It might be a steep climb that wants to kick my butt, it might be a pace that just seems to strong to maintain.  It’s mind over matter.

 

 

 

Frankenstein’s Sleeping Winkle

22 Friday Apr 2016

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life, sleep study

My VW cruised around the back of the three story brick building, the lot dark with only the illumination from the clouded glass entry doors and lobby window casting light into the shadows of the parking lot.  My VW glided into the parking space next to the grassy curb, a spot I always look for out of habit.  There is a comfort from knowing no one is parked next to my car, as well as the little step that the curb provides when I emerge from my vehicle.  “Sleep Lab >” the sign had directed me around the building to the entrance.  I was there.

I was also early.  It was 9:32.  Instructions were to arrive by 9:45 PM for the 10:00 PM appointment.  Those who know me either flinch or smile or do both because they know how much I hate to be late for anything.  I’m one of those people who likes to step slowly into whatever is about to happen, wrap myself around it in anticipation.  I like to be prepared.  I want to absorb every bit and being early means that I am ready to do just that.  So I attempted to unwrap the little banana Laffy Taffy candy that I had saved for my wait inside the VW’s middle console, snarling as the candy adhered to the inside of the wrapper.  A bit of wrapper stayed with the candy, but I popped it in my mouth anyway.  It all comes out in the end.. or of the end.

I learned that from the welsh terrier my wife and I raised as our first child.  Syd greedily consumed everything he could beg, borrow or steal (mostly steal).  That meant he often consumed wrappers in his haste to eat the booty before we could take it from him.  If it was chocolate, the remnant would often drip from his terrier beard (don’t worry.. Syd was too ornery for chocolate to have any adverse affect on him).  Then there was the time that he ate the components from Mir’s breast pump.  Let’s just say that everything always came out of the end when Syd was involved, something that intrigued me every time that I cleaned up our back yard before mowing.  More often than not I found myself muttering “Geez, that must have hurt!” as I observed the crumpled foil that had obviously passed through our beloved terrier.  The breast pump components he consumedncame out whole and without teeth marks.  What my mother in law suggested when I came inside the house with those components is another story for another time.  Let’s just say she was one to reuse EVERYTHING.

I digress.

There was no one to greet me as I entered the unoccupied and quiet lobby of the Sleep Diagnostics Laboratory Center, only a sign that instructed those who entered to wait for a technician to retrieve them at the appointment time.  I signed in, then took my seat to wait for the tech.  She arrived early, greeted me, let me know that my assigned tech would be there shortly… and it turned out that she was the one who would be my tech.  Michelle came back a few minutes later, led me back to my room, gave me the story for how my evening would progress.

From the looks of all the wires and cables laid out on the bed, my evening was going to be interesting.  Michelle explained the purpose of the cables, where they would be attached in respect to my body — head, face, chest, ankles — as well as to the extent of monitoring that would be performed.  She told me that some patients did not adjust well to all of the cables attached to them, others do just fine.  There was a speaker at the head of the bed that would be used to communicate with me, as well as the way I would communicate with Michelle.  If I needed to visit the toilet, I would have to call Michelle to come disconnect the cables, all of which would be connected to a box hung around my neck.

20160420_215533Further monitoring would be performed through a camera mounted on the ceiling above the foot of the bed.  Michelle explained that recording would not begin until the test was started, so I did my own test and mooned the camera (kidding, really, I am more mature than that).  I could change into my bed clothes, which consisted of some gym shorts and an orange tee shirt, then take my seat at the foot of the bed to indicate to Michelle that I was ready for the test to begin.  Easy.  On cue, when I took my seat on the chair at the foot of the bed, Michelle appeared to start applying the monitoring cables.

Dang, there were more than I thought there would be, especially on my face and head.  Numerous sensors were attached to my face, neck, and chin, as well as a tube that monitored my breathing from both nostrils.  A microphone was glued directly below my lower lip to monitor my snoring.  Sensors were glued to my scalp as well as the back of my head.  Cables with sensors were dropped through the inside of my shorts and the sensors were glued to my ankles.  Other sensors were glued to my chest, something I knew would cause my to wince when they were removed at the conclusion of the sleep study.

Michelle explained that she would wake me up at different times of the night, with instructions that would vary with the progression of collected data.  They would want to see what happened as I slept on my back, each side, as well as what was observed in regards to sleep apnea (blocked, obstructed breathing that occurs during sleep).  If apnea was detected, something that is not always indicated by snoring, then they also would likely want to test the affect of a CPAP machine and mask, starting with a mask that only covers my nose.  Depending on the affect of that mask, a full face mask might also be tested.

I slept well.  I thought that might be the case, enough that hours really seemed like minutes.  I did indeed have to wear the CPAP mask, but only needed the nasal mask since I adapted to that mask with no issues.  Wearing the mask was strange at first.  The machine basically works by applying air through the mask into the patient’s airway, keeping the airway open and preventing obstruction (and snoring).  I got used to it quickly.

I got used to it until I tried to talk.  Imagine sticking the hose from a vacuum on your nose, then trying to open your mouth.  Basically, you suck everything in the room into your mouth.

I wish that I had thought to leave my cell phone in the bathroom.  At one point, I did have to request to take a tinkle.  No, I don’t mean that I wanted to record that.  But I did take that opportunity to look at myself in the mirror and at all the wires attached to my face.  Wow!  There were a lot of wires.  Frankenstein’s monster had nothing on me, although at least I didn’t have bolts holding my head on.

At 5 AM, Michelle bounced into the room to let me know that the study was complete.  I could change, shower, and let myself out.  Results would be sent to my doctor.  The wires were removed expertly, with no chest hair harmed.  Voila!

I liked not having to wait for the shower.  I liked driving home at 5:30 AM, without traffic.  Of course, Miriam had locked the front storm door, so I had to text her to let me in.  I sauntered in as she trudged sleepily back upstairs, then plopped on the couch for a little more sleep.

Done.  No big deal.  For those of you resigned to the same fate, don’t worry.

Steve van Winkle

20 Wednesday Apr 2016

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If you chose to read this blog because you thought the title read “Steve’s van Winky”, then shame on you.

Tomorrow night, I pay someone to watch me sleep.  Usually, that’s my bosses job, but he pays me, not the other way around.  It might cost less money if I just made my wife extra angry.

I’m full of bad jokes and will never apologize for it.

Is it strange that I am looking forward to the sleep study?  I am.  The doctor told me that the place where the sleep study is performed is like a really nice hotel room without windows.  And he also told me they will give me all the ice cream that I want.

Oh wait, that’s what the doctor told me when I was six and about to get my tonsils out.  They gave me ice cream AND strawberry Jello then.

I should probably put my pajamas in the wash right now.

What I am not looking forward to is the potential of needing to sleep with one of those CPAP machines.  Those masks look awful.  If it means that I will not wake up with a flock of female geese gathered outside of my window, then I guess it is worth it.

Do I need to explain that last joke?

My doctor suggested a pulmonary test and evaluation for sleep study after my recent bout with dizziness and hypertension.  Sleep apnea could be contributing to the high blood pressure.  I have been snoring roughly since I turned 50, loudly so I am told, enough that I often am awarded my own hotel room when I take trips with the guys.  So, if the machine solves the snoring issue, I guess it is worth it.  What I do know is that I don’t have many of the symptoms that go with sleep apnea — I don’t have fatigue during the day, I don’t fall asleep while reading or in church (well, maybe in church), and I …… zzzzzzzz…

I do know that snoring has helped me to sleep better.  I get a whole bed to myself.

For those who don’t know what sleep apnea is, sleep apnea means basically that a person stops breathing while they are breathing, usually because loose tissue blocks or obstructs the airway when the body is prone and relaxed.  That is why most people snore when they are on their back.  The brain is telling the lungs to breath, thinks it is happening, but it’s not happening.  Usually the struggle to breath causes a person to wake up, many times not consciously, and usually many times in an hour.  That is why daytime fatigue is a symptom of sleep apnea.  During the sleep study, the patient is monitored to see how many times they stop breathing an hour.  There is a scale that determines the degree of sleep apnea.  Generally, if one stops breathing more than five times an hour, then sleep apnea is diagnosed.

I wonder how difficult it is to sleep with a bunch of wires attached to me?  I guess that I am going to find out real soon.  If only I were allowed to bring my cat with me to the sleep study, because then I would have no problem sleeping.

Yes, I am a man who likes cats.  And maybe sleep studies.

OK, well, wish me a happy study.  I’ll be dreaming of you all.

 

 

 

Now We Dance

13 Wednesday Apr 2016

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dancing old guys, Foolishness, fun

Tonight was one of this evenings that began with a song not just in my heart, but with music all around me.  West Chicagoland was sunny, the weather warm enough to energize me in that special way that only the anticipation of riding my mountain bike can provide.  I had the office to myself.  Pump It Up with Elvis Costello came up on my playlist, the volume insteadly adjusted in the upward direction.  I danced out of the office and out to my car.

This over 50 dad is one excellent dancer, by the way.  Believe me.  I am.  I would never fib about that.  Besides, I have been told so more than once.. and very recently.

Bike loaded on my car, I rocked all the way to the trailhead.  Elvis Costello gave way to Earth Wind and Fire who gave way to Chickenfoot.  I kept dancing, my mood soaring as I pulled into the trail parking lot and unloaded my bike.

The ride was unfreaking believable, 58 degrees at first pedal turn.  My friends, Greg and Estaban, were there.  I parked next to their cars, met them 2 minutes in.  Before starting the ride, I had pumped up the rear shock and used the auto adjust valve to dial it in.  My bike was responding, the handling just right, the ride fast.  The ride was 90 minutes of pure bliss.  Greg and Esteban are faster than I am, eventually rode ahead of me.  When I finally called it an evening and reached the parking lot, they were already gone.

I opened up my car, shed my hydration pack, gloves and helmet, threw on my hat, grabbed the key to unlock my bike rack, loaded my bike up.

And I began to dance.  A car pulled up with loud music playing, four high school girls inside.  They yelled out the car windows.

“Show us your moves!”

Who can resist that?  I had to dance for them.

There were no dollar bills involved.

I returned to the side of my car to shed my bike shoes and change into my flip flops.

“Hey mister, you’re really good.  Will you dance with me for my Snap Chat video?”

Of course.

Let’s hope that video doesn’t go viral.

Grasping for no air

09 Saturday Apr 2016

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bad mechanic, bicycle

How can a simple, brainless object make me feel so stupid?

(don’t answer that unless you want to receive a box of dog poo in the mail — I’ll doo it)

I mean, I feel utterly and tremendously moronic right now.  WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!  BOO HOO!!!!

A friend of mine rebuilt the rear wheel on my road bicycle a few weeks ago, scrapping the destroyed hoop and old spokes.  He used a Velocity rim, a wide dished rim, a good utility wheel that was also a good price.  This time of year I ride on the road more than the dirt, mostly due to my aversion to mud (surprised?).  So I needed a good wheel for my road bike.

The fourth ride on the new wheel, four spokes came loose from their nipples (yes, bicycles have nipples).  Stink.  Pete, my buddy, was good enough to stop by my office to pick up the wheel, brought it back to me two days later.  The wheel seems bomb proof now.  It’s held up for several rides now, shows no sign of failing.  So I decided it was time to replace the old rubber, the tread flat and worn out.

That Velocity rim is a tad too big.  Getting the new tire on is a pain.  I have some real good Crank Brothers tire levers, which helps, but I have to work hard to get the tire on.

Tonight was my fourth attempt.  I have destroyed the tube every time I put the tire on.  After over twenty years of riding, I know how to put a new tire on and replace a tube.  Apparently not.  Tomorrow will be my fifth attempt, but I am going to have to swallow my pride, go visit my friend Pete and let him replace the tire/tube for me.

Drat.  I feel stupid.

Strange Brew

06 Wednesday Apr 2016

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daughters, family, fatherhood, life

I just had a cool conversation with my daughter.  She is 20 years old now.  20 freaking years old!  I know.  It’s cool and strange.  How in the world did it happen?  When my wife and I moved into the house I am sitting in as I attempt to type this blog right now, that 20 year old girl was not even conceived.

Dang.

And my little girl called me.  For advice.  OK, not necessarily advice, she just needed to hear things from her father’s perspective.

Here is what is going on.  You see, my daughter has this guy interested in her.  As it turns out, she is also interested in him.  I saw it coming.  Slowly.  He knows her from counseling at a summer camp the past few years.  He has been corresponding with her by letter(s) for a few years.

As a guy with experience in such things, I know I wouldn’t write letters to a girl unless I hoped she liked me just a little.

Said guy is 25 years old.  My little girl JUST turned 20.

That was her first question tonight.  OK, Dad, what do you think about that?

Let me ask you this — what would YOU think about that?

I told her that I will need to meet this guy, as well as let time shape my thinking about him, before I can tell her what I think about it.  My response to her was that age is just a number.  After all, when I was his age, there were girls her age that caught my eye.  Very few were interesting enough to really make me want to date them, beyond just a “geez, dating a girl that pretty would be cool” feeling, something that I learned quickly was not enough.  This guy has had time to think about that.

I warned her to not get in a hurry.  He is in that time of his life where his life is changing, he wants someone who might just be good to spend time with.. maybe even settle down with.  He is going to be looking for something more serious than any guy she has dated before.  She needs to be ready for that.

I understand that, Dad.  I know.  Thanks for telling me that, though.  That’s one of the reasons I asked your opinion.  You aren’t going to be as excited about this as mom is and I need that kind of thinking.  You are my dad, after all.

Frankly, I like that she asked my opinion.  I know she has been talking to her mom about him for some time now.

“If you are thinking about him that seriously already, I said, think about why you are thinking that way.” I told her.  Think about why you like him.  Does he have what it takes to be a companion to you, someone who is going to be a companion years from now?  Look at your mother and I, think about the relationship that we have — what you know is good about that relationship and what is bad.  Think about him that way.  Look at your grandparents, at what they had.

I told her that even now I needed to do that, asked her grandfather about the relationship that he had with my wife’s mother.  I asked him because I needed to know more about her and what makes her tick.  I encouraged my daughter to find out about his parents, what he thinks about them, what their relationship is like.  That is going to shape how he looks at her.

It was a good conversation.  It made me feel good.  It made me feel like a father.

You know what else she told me?  One of the best gauges she has about boyfriends is what her brother thinks about the boys she dates.  Interesting.

There you go.  More stuff.

 

Beginnings

06 Wednesday Apr 2016

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life, sports

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Before I begin… well, potty break.

OK, I feel better.

Baseball season officially began this past Sunday.  That only means one thing – insufferable Cubs fans have crawled out of the wood work.

I am a St. Louis Cardinals fan.  I always will be.  There is no other choice, I think.  Once I have believed, I always will believe.  Baseball and God go hand in hand.  That and I can’t imagine pulling for a team that doesn’t win.. every year.. annually.  Baseball is God’s game and the Cardinals prove that.

I have to pee again.  Already.  It sucks imagining that I am old.

I hope you don’t whatever it is I am trying to say a rambler.  I feel one coming on.  My  brain ain’t working any more than it normally does tonight.

The picture for this blog was taken about an hour ago.  My neighbors are pitiful Cubs fans, complete with license plates on their cars that encourage people to pray for the Cubs (not a bad idea… they have existed in hell for 108 years).  Last year they placed a Cubs garb clad goose on the fence facing my yard, then projected a big blue W on my garage when the Cubs finally bested the Cardinals (after many hapless years) in the playoffs.  This year a freshly clad goose has appeared, as well as a Cubs wreath and a W flag facing my house.  Last night, as my magnificently spandex clad self mounted my mountain bike on the back of my car in my driveway, Kilroy and Kilroy’s mother appeared from their second story windows to trash talk me.  Apparently they are taking advantage of that first game Cardinal loss to gloat that the Cardinals are in last place.

I am so going to enjoy pissing in their front yard this September.

It pains me to admit that I hope the Cubs go all the way this year.  My Cardinals are perennial winners.  The Cubs are 100 year losers.  Let their long suffering fans have their time to celebrate, then let’s get back to the business of mocking them.

Rambler is avoided, although I think I am going to write another blog just so I can continue rambling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There and Bach Again

a teacher's journey

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Marketing major. Outdoor sports lover. San Diego living.

Southern Georgia Bunny

Adventures of an Southern Bunny everything from dating, sex, life and shake your head moments.

The Rambling Biker

Roaming & Rambling in search of MTB Stoke

Storyshucker

A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.

Ah dad...

I need the funny because they're teenagers now

Squeeze the Space Man's Taco

A journey into Cade's world

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

kidscrumbsandcrackers

Kids - I`m like the old woman who lived in a shoe - Crumbs, my house is full of them - Crackers, Im slowly going

longawkwardpause.wordpress.com/

Cycling Dutch Girl

the only certainty is change

The Shameful Sheep

Blog Woman!!! - Life Uncategorized

Mother, Nehiyaw, Metis, & Itisahwâkan - career communicator. This is my collection of opinions, stories, and the occasional rise to, or fall from, challenge. In other words, it's my party, I can fun if I want to. Artwork by aaronpaquette.net

Life in Lucie's Shoes

Life in a bubble: a dose of New York humor with an Italian twist!

Fit Recovery

Stay Clean Get Fit

lifebeyondexaggeration

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Globe Drifting

Global issues, travel, photography & fashion. Drifting across the globe; the world is my oyster, my oyster through a lens.

I AM TOM NARDONE

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Sharing my "voice"

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