December 14th, 2009

On blogging, a testicular cancer check, running free, a totally spanked monkey, & the xmas spirit...

~Monday~  I drove in to work this morning, so no buscapdes. I was very cranky today, so I just stayed as much to myself as possible at work. I attended an hour-long meeting, which was scheduled right smack dab in the middle of lunch (11:30-12:30), and that didn't help my mood any.

A friend of mine pointed me to this minute-and-a-half video of Seth Godin, best-selling author and entrepreneur and Tom Peters, best-selling author and management visionary talking about what blogging means, and has meant, to them:

In other videos, two other short ones that Kevin and Ricardo pointed me to. The first one will require you to login to YouTube to view, as there is (male, frontal) nudity in it. The second one has some nudity, too, but no frontal. If you think any of these will offend you, kindly skip them.

Checking for Testicular Cancer

Nike Shoe Ad

I paid yet one more co-pay today with yet another visit to the doctor. This cough is not yet fully gone, but we're continuing with the Symbicort (inhaler with the steroid) treatment that I'm currently on, as it does seem to be working, albeit slower than desired.

While I was there, I decided to take advantage of the third $25 co-pay to ask her about my right arm that's been killing me, and got particularly bad in the last week. At one point mid-week, I could hardly hold up my blow dryer above my head.

She asked me a bunch of questions about when it hurts—when I twist it this way, when I turn it that way, when I raise it, and so on—and then she asked me to exert pressure in different ways and in different directions as she held my arm still in various positions one after another.

"It's tendonitis," she concluded.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's inflammation and soreness due to repetitive motion," she said, continuing, "It's also called Tennis Elbow, if you've heard of that."

"I have," I responded. "Would it be from typing? I'm on a keyboard 16-18 hours every day," I added.

"My god," she said. "What do you do?"

"I work on a computer all day at work, and at home I don't have TV, so I'm on the Internet all night long."

She said, "Well, this really wouldn't be from that kind of repetitive motion. We see more of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome from that. Do you do any repetitive lifting or anything like that with that arm?"

"No," I said, "Nothing regularly."

"A lot of people don't realize what the repetitive motion is that they're doing," she said as she turned away toward the door to step out for a second.

I said, "Well, it could be too much of this," and I pumped my hand up and down between my legs indicating a pleasurable action a man takes to now and again, and now, and again.

She turned her head back toward me in time to see the motion, her forehead wrinkling as she raised her eyes and she nodded up and down, as if to say, "I think you might have hit the proverbial nail on the proverbial head. Thank you for saying it, so I wouldn't have to," and she proceeded out the door.

Here's another proverb: You might be spanking the monkey a little too often and a little too hard if you're getting tendonitis doing it. She prescribed some Mobic for me, and gave me a copy of a Lesbian porn magazine to bring my libido to a screeching halt.

After work, I stopped by K-Mart to fill that prescription, and I bought 2 toothbrushes and all of the following in travel sizes: 2 bars of soap, 2 bottles of shampoo, 2 tubes of toothpaste, 6 deodorants (2 Secret, 2 Dove, 2 Degree), 2 shampoos, and two lip balms. From there, I drove by the Food Lion and bought 3 of their $10 grocery gift cards, followed by a quick step into Family Dollar for 2 10-packs of razors, 2 more sticks of lip balm, and a box of 32-count quart size plastic storage bags. Tomorrow, I'm going to pick up a few $5 coupons to McDonald's, and couple of $5 gift cards to CVS. I'll bring all of those things to work on Wednesday for one of our 2009 Holiday Giving Projects, Love Wins Ministry.

The cashier ringing up my order at the Family Dollar store looked at my Mykonos, Greece shirt, which has Mykonos written real big on it and Greece much smaller underneath it, and she said, "Mee-Khan-us. I've been to that restaurant before. They got some goot food up in 'ere. I went to the one in Manhattan. Ain't no food like Manhattan food!" she said shaking her head.

I guess she did. There is a Mykonos restaurant in the West Village. Doesn't explain the word "Greece" on my shirt, though. Maybe she thought it said, "Grease." But I digress...

I played some online Scrabble with Robert, and another game with Kevin and Ricardo, and I worked on my holiday cards. I'm done with everyone who is just getting a photo card. Next, I have to finish my holiday letter, which I'm struggling a little with this year, and then I'll be sending that out along with a photo card to about 23 people.

I took a cold shower before going to bed instead of reading that magazine from my doctor.