Yesterday I heard a report on the radio that many of the construction workers hired for the projects being worked on for the Olympic games were overweight and having a lot of accidents, so they were offered bowls of porridge for breakfast and that cut down on their accidents. Apparently many of them had been eating high carb breakfasts like pancakes, and getting blood sugar crashes, when what you need in the morning is a proper mix of protein and sugar. I guess oatmeal is high in protein and if you have a little brown sugar and some raisins, that works.
That makes me feel great about my usual regimen of oatmeal with cashews and dried cranberries, yet confused, because I have a crash around 9 or 10am and need more food. If I have eggs and potatoes, though, I rarely have that crash. Of course I do eat half as much oatmeal as is considered a serving on the back of the oatmeal container, but when I eat eggs I probably eat half again more, at least, than that which is considered a serving. ;)
The dietitian who was interviewed on the radio said that the Masai have an excellent breakfast for keeping going all morning, or all day - they have two week old fermented milk in the morning (like yogurt), then a little straight blood, then some millet porridge which they ball up and take with them to nibble on all day. And that makes me feel all the better about my idea of making 'cookies' with my oatmeal (cashews and cranberries included, of course) and taking them with me to eat all day. I ought to get back on the project of figuring out how to do that properly.
Possibly unrelated, I drove 205 miles for work, yesterday, and was freaking exhausted. From all that driving I trained six people. I managed to convince myself to walk on the treadmill for a little over 20 minutes (in my hiking boots), when I got home, and then I slept really hard last night.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
wiki walking
So, because I read Trickster, by Copperbadge, and read his note at the end that the "Thompson" referred to in the story is Titanic Tompson, and Damon Runyon based a character on Thompson in his story The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown, on which Guys and Dolls was based, and I worked on Guys and Dolls at Hackmatack Playhouse back in '85 (I think I helped with lights, which would make it '85, because in '84 I stuck with scenery building and painting.) ... *takes a deep breath* BECAUSE of all that, now I want to read The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown, but Damon Runyon works are not yet on Project Gutenberg and I don't want to pay 30 pounds to eBooks-Library for a year's subscription so I can download this one book. Most of what they have on there seems to be stuff that's on Gutenberg, there's just a few newer things. (Also, I'm not sure about the organization of that "library" site - they have GK Chesterton listed under Sociology and Cooking. Does that seem right?)
The Internets - hell on ADD. Writing all this - having to concentrate and re-follow my rollercoaster of thought - tired me out so much I had to go take a walk on the treadmill to relax before I could come back and brush it up to post.
The Internets - hell on ADD. Writing all this - having to concentrate and re-follow my rollercoaster of thought - tired me out so much I had to go take a walk on the treadmill to relax before I could come back and brush it up to post.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
cookies...?
I'm trying, this evening, to make Innocentsmith's Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies - the Derien Gluten Free Version.
Right now they look like puddles with a pile of chocolate chips in the middle of each.
ETA: Failcrumbs! (yummy failcrumbs, though)
Right now they look like puddles with a pile of chocolate chips in the middle of each.
ETA: Failcrumbs! (yummy failcrumbs, though)
Monday, March 5, 2012
Time for bed, but I have been terrible about posting. I started my period today and have been wildly mood-swinging. Earlier today I looked at my first attempt to write Chapter 14 of "Swept Away" and thought, "Why did I get all overwrought about how terrible that was? It's not so bad." Then, as I was cooking dinner, I almost started crying over something very silly, you know how this is. I've taken a Tylenol PM, though, and am now going to drag myself away from the computer and go lie in my bed with Our Little Friend - a sock filled with rice, that we heat in the microwave - and a boring book, and hopefully get a good night's rest. :)
Friday, March 2, 2012
Noon, and I'm still barely able to keep my eyes open.
I went down to Becky's for breakfast today, by myself; sat at the counter and read my current Master and Commander book (we're still on The Hundred Days), which seemed kind of apropos and kind of cocky, since Becky's always has been a place primarily for waterfront working people. It's amazing to me how perfect their omelets are, and how neatly folded. And I'm also endlessly grateful that I can get gluten-free toast and grilled blueberry muffins, so of course I got both, and then ate until my tummy hurt and put the rest in a box for later. Which might be sooner, now. :)
The trip to Portland was because I needed a follow-up MRI to the one I had six months or so ago, because they found these hemangiomas on my liver when they were trying to discover why I have these random-seeming pains in my lower left abdomen. Apparently hemangiomas are common, but they need to follow up when they see them to see if there's any change in them. In a year I might have to have another MRI even if they don't see any change this time.
I nearly fell asleep in the tunnel, which surprised me. Maybe I did the same six months ago when I was in there, I don't recall, but I didn't expect it because it's pretty loud (they even give you earphones to deaden the noise) and one would think that it would feel claustrophobic and make a person too panicky to fall asleep. The tech said it is quite common; all the noises seem to lull people like chanting. It could also be the after-effects of the Tylenol PM I took last night, too, but my pet theory at the moment is that sleeping is a way to avoid panic. I have always thought that I could never sleep in one of those coffin-hotel things, but knowing that I've got the panic button in my hand (a bulb thing the tech gives you so that you can signal if you need Out Now) is a huge help. I had a feeling that if I allowed myself to want to do something badly, like scratch my nose (the nose itching is always the first thing that happens when you get all strapped down, right?) then I could start to panic, so I didn't allow myself to think about wanting to do anything. And then you have to listen for the commands, and breath deeply and regularly - it ends up like an enforced meditation. Even though I had to be awake to drive for a half hour, when I got home I laid down on the couch and drifted in and out for a while before I convinced myself that I had to get up because I have to drink a lot of water to get the dye or whatever it is they use out of my system.
When I finally got up from the couch I realized that while I was in Portland I could have gone over to the fabric store to look at something for a liner for my coat. Oh well, some other day.
Oh, useful tip for women who might be getting an MRI (though I don't imagine you'll remember any more than I did) - the underwire bra will have to come off. Last time the tech had me do that and then he started the IV, but this time a manager, trying to help him, started the IV for me and forgot to tell me to take off the bra. I had on a long-sleeved t-shirt, the sleeves were kind of tight, and now I had one sleeve pushed up and the IV plug in my arm, though it wasn't attached to anything. I'm really glad they use those little plastic tubes instead of metal needles, because it makes me more willing to bend my arm. I didn't think I could really get the shirt off, but I managed to get the bra off without removing the shirt. :)
The trip to Portland was because I needed a follow-up MRI to the one I had six months or so ago, because they found these hemangiomas on my liver when they were trying to discover why I have these random-seeming pains in my lower left abdomen. Apparently hemangiomas are common, but they need to follow up when they see them to see if there's any change in them. In a year I might have to have another MRI even if they don't see any change this time.
I nearly fell asleep in the tunnel, which surprised me. Maybe I did the same six months ago when I was in there, I don't recall, but I didn't expect it because it's pretty loud (they even give you earphones to deaden the noise) and one would think that it would feel claustrophobic and make a person too panicky to fall asleep. The tech said it is quite common; all the noises seem to lull people like chanting. It could also be the after-effects of the Tylenol PM I took last night, too, but my pet theory at the moment is that sleeping is a way to avoid panic. I have always thought that I could never sleep in one of those coffin-hotel things, but knowing that I've got the panic button in my hand (a bulb thing the tech gives you so that you can signal if you need Out Now) is a huge help. I had a feeling that if I allowed myself to want to do something badly, like scratch my nose (the nose itching is always the first thing that happens when you get all strapped down, right?) then I could start to panic, so I didn't allow myself to think about wanting to do anything. And then you have to listen for the commands, and breath deeply and regularly - it ends up like an enforced meditation. Even though I had to be awake to drive for a half hour, when I got home I laid down on the couch and drifted in and out for a while before I convinced myself that I had to get up because I have to drink a lot of water to get the dye or whatever it is they use out of my system.
When I finally got up from the couch I realized that while I was in Portland I could have gone over to the fabric store to look at something for a liner for my coat. Oh well, some other day.
Oh, useful tip for women who might be getting an MRI (though I don't imagine you'll remember any more than I did) - the underwire bra will have to come off. Last time the tech had me do that and then he started the IV, but this time a manager, trying to help him, started the IV for me and forgot to tell me to take off the bra. I had on a long-sleeved t-shirt, the sleeves were kind of tight, and now I had one sleeve pushed up and the IV plug in my arm, though it wasn't attached to anything. I'm really glad they use those little plastic tubes instead of metal needles, because it makes me more willing to bend my arm. I didn't think I could really get the shirt off, but I managed to get the bra off without removing the shirt. :)
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Lazy and tired
having spent far too long writing an email, so I'll just post an excerpt from that...
Eor's been interested, this evening, in learning more about the Expulsion of the Acadians, because the front man for Beausoleil mentioned it in his banter last night, in telling about the name of the band. And from that he's found out there's a housing design place also called Beausoleil, in no way associated with the band, which produces tiny, self-sufficient houses. Their homepage here: http://www.beausoleilhome.org/ and floorplan in this article: http://www.louisiana.edu/Advancement/PRNS/lala/2009-SPRG/BeauSoleil.pdf
I just had to chase down the floor plan I saw him looking at. Oh, Internets, why so distracting? There's also a clothing design place called Beausoleil, which sells double-stick tape to hold their clothes on with. Can't be very comfortable. :P
He's also reading about accordions. Since seeing Vishten - http://www.vishten.net/ - a few months ago I've decided accordions are sexy and mysterious - although that might have been because of the girl who squeezed it in such a sultry manner :) - and they are my bet for next big musical instrument comeback. Banjos have been making a huge comeback, and my brother [Hawk] thinks mandolins will be the next big thing, but I'm all for making it the accordion. ;)
Oh dear, I must sleep. Getting silly. ;)
Eor's been interested, this evening, in learning more about the Expulsion of the Acadians, because the front man for Beausoleil mentioned it in his banter last night, in telling about the name of the band. And from that he's found out there's a housing design place also called Beausoleil, in no way associated with the band, which produces tiny, self-sufficient houses. Their homepage here: http://www.beausoleilhome.org/ and floorplan in this article: http://www.louisiana.edu/Advancement/PRNS/lala/2009-SPRG/BeauSoleil.pdf
I just had to chase down the floor plan I saw him looking at. Oh, Internets, why so distracting? There's also a clothing design place called Beausoleil, which sells double-stick tape to hold their clothes on with. Can't be very comfortable. :P
He's also reading about accordions. Since seeing Vishten - http://www.vishten.net/ - a few months ago I've decided accordions are sexy and mysterious - although that might have been because of the girl who squeezed it in such a sultry manner :) - and they are my bet for next big musical instrument comeback. Banjos have been making a huge comeback, and my brother [Hawk] thinks mandolins will be the next big thing, but I'm all for making it the accordion. ;)
Oh dear, I must sleep. Getting silly. ;)
Saturday, February 25, 2012
I'm back.
Bet you didn't miss me. :) I actually went to Boston for one day of training, yesterday, which was much more informative than I had expected, although I did already know a lot more than many of the students. It just sucks I didn't get this training a year ago, when I started this job.
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