tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123478452024-03-07T03:06:20.344-06:00The supposed golden pathRamblngs of a mad scientist about life, coffee and the pursuit of edibles.Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.comBlogger1880125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-3922141431935528202022-11-12T23:08:00.000-06:002022-11-12T23:08:35.373-06:00Cunning Plans<p> Life is wierd ya know.<br /><br />It seems a lot of things have been hitting me hard lately. Been distant from people, including my partner who is dealing with a lot himself. He's pretty much confirmed to be autistic which explains a lot of things, but also creates a need for me to bemore understanding about why he does things the way he does. He also suffers from depression and that, sadly, doesn't go away...and his attempts at getting more medical help have been met with "well you seem normal" which is no help to him at all. I have asked similar from him to work through my ADHD and it's a hard thing to navigate through feeling heard without whining or laying guilt where it should not be placed - my role as a partner is not to make him feel like shit while maintaining boundaries. He has his own bucket of things to deal with and i have mine...and a house that needs attention...and a job I love. I feel like there isn't enough time to do all that I need to do and sometimes my partner simply isn't able to help out in things...and it wears me down. I want to spend our time together being together and doing positive things...not grumbling over what needs doing. I just try to do things where I can for a few minutes and hope for the best. I tried to meet a therapist but it was a poor fit so I'm floundering a bit. I know regular exercise is huge in regulating my mood but other than some walks to work I've really not found my groove. <br /><br />Currently I have asymptomatic covid (wheee) and am isolating up in my bedroom to keep my partner safe. This is the second time I've gotten covid despite my care, and he hasn't gotten sick, that he knows of anyways. I do test regularly because of my job and caught this randomly (I feel fine tbh). Spent a week isolated with my cats. It's weird and very lonely. AND BOOOOORING. Lots of time to think, even with avoiding it on social media and tv and a wonderful amount of kitty love. </p><p>Over the summer I have sort of slipped into a bit of a blur...rather emotional. I tend to drink and eat to soothe myself, and found on my birthday last month that I now weigh more than I have in the last 15 years. I admit that was a heart crushing moment. I had an idea of that...I mean most of my old clothes don't fit and I just do not feel like myself. I wear the odd bit of clothes I can get at Value Village. I hate spending money on new fat clothes...like I'm rewarding my self for falling apart...so I feel like I am not dressing like myself either. Just....wrong somehow. I haven't been exercising and whenever I tried to I'd get a sore knee which would set me back from trying to do too much too quickly. I didn't honestly try that hard though, as I had physio covered thru work that I went to and really didn't keep up with it regularly either, so it didn't help much. It was a rainy summer so I drove a lot to work. I just sort of receded within, so I didn't have to deal with my feelings, and told myself "oh next week" or "oh next month" and buried my feelings in snacks and really good gin and bourbon. I enjoyed all the good things but too much.</p><p>On my birthday I sat and had a good honest think. I was diagnosed with cancer on my birthday and it is always a bit of a mixed time - I love halloween and all that...and I got to dress up and go out for the first time in almost 3 years (I was <a href="http://www.hrwiki.org/wiki/Coach_Z" target="_blank">Coach Z</a> - it was great). But deep down? Feeling like I am not who I was and a bit empty. My partner worked so I was on my own...trying to make the best of it by myself with some fun nice people who I wish I knew better. My husband has fun people to hang out with people and is working lot now that covid is over so he's usually working when I'm home...and I don't see him much. I have to keep a schedule for work that is very different from his, so I go to bed alone and wake up many hours before him. On my birthday he was sick with a migraine so we didn't do much although a friend came over on Halloween to do some things I wanted to do -roadkill rice krispies, pumpkins and movies. It was a small reminder of what *I* want and need. </p><p>Know what? I want more.</p><p>A few days later on one of my nights alone I sat and stared at my reflection. I talked out loud to myself. Wouldn't leave until I'd hashed it out with myself. I asked why? How? What do you want to do? What do you need? We made a deal - no more bullshit. We work on us. We look after ourselves so we can pour into other people's cups without draining ours. I do NOT want to turn 50 next year and have another year like this. I would not even recognize myself. I already feel like the person in the mirror is...wrong. Out of focus...faded.</p><p>So. Yeah. I have a cunning plan...ish. I want to work this year, pick myself up when I fail and try hard every day to feel better. To meet 50 with pride in a year well spent. To try once again to use food as fuel and medicine and not therapy. To MOVE again and find something new I can do to get moving. I'm committed to watching my diet strictly until I'm back into a zone of healthy portions and foods and use Carb Manager to keep it easy and scan barcodes for nutrition info. I'll be looking for supplements that will help me. I have a physical booked coming up and I want to work with my doctor (who is a bit of an ass, but he's been with me for over a decade) and use my work health benefits to see how to be better. <br /><br />One thing I'm excited about is a new workout. I've been eying up a program called Figure 8 Fitness for a while now. It's a fitness program based on dance moves and it is low impact and looks like a lot of fun. It's different than anything I've done before other than belly dancing and next week when I'm covid free I'll start it full on. I like the idea of dancing to be fit and something new can give me the serotonin I need over the winter until spring comes and I can be outside more. I'll try to post my honest review of the program here to keep me accountable and get me off social media. I spend far too much time on FB, Insta and Tiktok and it's bad for me. I can hide there. It's better to come here. </p><p>Time to just...feel like me again...whatever the hell that is.<br /><br />God I hope this works. Here goes nothing.</p><p><br /></p>Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-14635577731692827282022-03-17T11:37:00.004-06:002022-03-17T11:37:58.504-06:00Teef<p> I'm trying to get back to taking care of myself better. This means catching p on all the things I haven't been able to do safely during covid. Like checkups. Like workouts. Like hilarious pupil dilations and eye exams. </p><p>Like (shudder) dentists.</p><p>Bleh.</p><p>This morning I got my teeth cleaned for the first time in years. It was a bit unnerving, but I am glad I finally did. Wow. They feel awesome. I have individual shiny teeth again. No cavities too, so bonus on that. A lot of people have terrible teeth after chemotherapy and I was meticulous with my oral care during treatment to avoid mouth sores and the like and it seems to have made a difference. Of course now I don't take care of my teeth well at all post treatment anymore (ahem)...so that's kind of dumb of me. I figure that needs to change so I keep my teeth as long as I can.</p><p>My job has incredible benefits and in addition to decent dental coverage our other health benefits have been expanded recently to include a lot of neat new extra things, including electric toothbrushes and health supplements and hobby tools. So - I have a fancy electric toothbrush to try and use regularly now that my teefs are cleaned. I may look into getting some cool craft tools and such as well. We shall see. </p><p>For now, I'll work on organizing my life and expanding some hobbies and treating myself better. I am feeling stronger and a bit thinner in my recent efforts to be a better steward of my body and after watching people close to me lose their health I've been vividly kicked in the ass...er, teeth, to be better.</p><p><br /></p>Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-64454669222482217192022-03-11T09:22:00.002-06:002022-03-11T09:22:43.465-06:00Survivor guilt<p> Lets unpack a steam train full of baggage shall we? If this triggers you or you don't want this I respect your boundaries to not take this into your head right now. This is mostly a post of writing out my feelings and I don't expect you to take this upon yourself. You might wanna go for a walk or pet a cat instead I figure.</p><p>OK here goes. </p><p>Last month my father in law passed away from cancer. He's been sick for a long time - bladder cancer after decades of smoking and despite what seemed to be successful treatments and a not great surgery that took him a long time to heal from that removed his bowels and prostate and bladder he came home to then find it had spread to his bones. He and I were never very close - he was not a great father to my husband and could be a bit of a jerk - but I would not wish this on anyone. The last 5 months of his life he weakened and then started to live with constant pain...pain that was eventually so hard to bear that ne was not lucid with all the pain medication he was given. He was going to be moved into the hospital for hospice care soon after he peacefully left this earth surrounded by his family. It was a terrible way to die, and yet as peaceful and good as it could have been, surrounded by family and knowing he had looked after everything he could and was ready to go. He had a strong faith that sustained him, and seeing how despite his pain and frustration he deeply loved his wife and family really made me respect him a great deal at the end. Life is wierd that way. </p><p>His illness and death had a huge impact on me. He and I had bonded a bit when he was sick -we were the "cancer buddies" and I was willing to talk to him about stuff that no one else would and I encouraged him with my recovery that he would beat this too. For a time we thought he had. We both felt the fear - each new random ache and pain means maybe the cancer is back. Every cough or weakness could be a sign of a new problem. I've been so lucky that for me it has never been anything to worry about (knock on wood). For him though? The worst fears of a survivor made real. </p><p>Trying to squash the fear of reoccurance is hard for a survivor. Indescribable. You can't really talk about it because you can't stop it and you can't fix it and after a while people get sick of hearing about it. You are expected to "get over it" and get back to life. You try. Some days you even forget. My tattoos over my scars have helped me see beauty is what used to be a vivid reminder of my sickness and take control of the "new me". Him getting sick just brought all this back for me again. Watching what could have been. Seeing the pain and frustration. The anger. The pleading. Watching those he loved suffer. </p><p>And then? THE GUILT. How dare I make this about me? How selfish of me to take his suffering and try to turn it into something else? Having lost a parent I tried to forget the pain of watching my mother fade away and support my in laws however I could, but sometimes I would just find my self crying over new aches and sitting blankly staring while petting a cat. And more guilt then...because during this I am supposed to be supporting my partner. He suffers from depression and needed my help to try and get through all this after years of covid decimating his work. So much MUCHness. Everywhere. I am usually annoyingly happy. This does not compute. </p><p>Survivor guilt is real. I know I'm not here to change the world, but I suppose I'm still here to bring a little splash of me to whoever needs it. And to fill up their cup I need to fill up mine as well. Not entirely sure how to do that, but I suppose the first step is admitting the guilt I feel. Where I go with it remains to be seen. </p><p><br /></p>Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-57940708056286680142022-03-11T08:58:00.001-06:002022-03-11T09:00:11.082-06:00The spring time of the mind<p> I always thought is was kinda dumb to take a picture or measurements when starting a fitness journey. To me it just made me feel worse having actual numbers staring at me to prove how I'd really let things get out of hand. </p><p>Before I got cancer almost 10 years ago I was in grad school while working full time (not recommended if you want to sleep) and I took what little free time I had to discipline myself to eat clean and workout. I was, ironically, in the best shape of my life while a few small tumors were building a nest in my right breast. I was grateful for that health when I had to go through about a year of chemo, surgeries and radiation and all kinds of things that made me realize it wasn't the beauty I craved so much as the self control. The strength. I'm a clumsy human and the more muscles I have the stronger and more precise I can be. You gain a new perspective when you ache and feel like a 90 year old and after having come back from that I tend to look at things differently now.</p><p>Yes. I still do over indulge. Yes I still have a somewhat unhealthy relationship with food (repeat after me - food is not a reward). I love food and good scotch. I oscillate in my attention to health - but I also have limits. I had a great holiday season and enjoyed myself thoroughly, but occasional rewards had become the norm again and having 2 drinks after work each night to destress was not helping my mind or my ass. Instead of workouts in the AM I would sit with my cats and surf facebook and numb my brain. With winter chills it was too cold to walk so that was missing too. I was becoming a working lesson in how not to cope with pandemic burnout. I've been lucky enough to work all through this in a research lab safely and the stress of all that made me want normality so badly...and it was impossible. </p><p> My dear friend and my godson recently got covid and I could not help them while they recovered and it shook me to look at what was important. While slowly doing little things to organize my life I attacked my bedroom closet after a pile of sweaters landed on my head. I discovered a lot of clothes I love that I haven't worn because they don't fit any more. I slowly looked in other closets and organized and looked at things to see what mattered and tried to organize what little I could in a crazy time....and it helped. I started to see little glimpses of OK. Build parts of my home up from under 2 years of ADHD isolation clutter and feel accomplished. And so for the last few weeks I've been getting up again in the Am to do a workout and cutting back alcohol to one day on the weekend again. I started reading books and not social media. Big small things.</p><p>And it feels good. My largest clothes - my "danger" pants are now comfortable again and I feel stronger. Not a lot stronger, but just not dying or feeling like my muscles are going to collapse. I can hold yoga poses without falling over and do a few pushups. Do cardio without an asthma attack. eh- It's a start. :)It also helps that the stupid chill of our Saskatchewan winters is finally reaching it's end. I can walk to work again some days as long as I bundle up. That adds some morning chill to my day and gives me 40 minutes to myself. Time for podcasts and walks along the river to the lab. Time for me.</p><p>I guess what I'm trying to say is it may still be chilly out but it's springtime in my head at least. I hope you're finding little glimpses of springtime somewhere in your soul. Please look for them. They are ever so lovely when they sprout up and show their leafy green little sprogs. :)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-45220458260953456992022-03-07T12:27:00.002-06:002022-03-11T11:05:36.366-06:00Self preservation, Serotonin and 2022<p>Well hey.</p><p>It's been a few.</p><p>So - covid huh?</p><p>Yeah.</p><p>And anyone else had world war 3 on their 2022 bingo card? Yeah me either.</p><p>The old curse about "may your life be interesting" seems to be granting demented wishes for all of us.</p><p>I've been finding my ADHD is rabbit holing into Facebook and that combined with being constantly attacked as a scientist for just offering science and kindness to people about covid and just science in general I've tried to take a step back from that. A few weeks off Facebook and already I'm doing other things at home that give me serotonin and reading more again. FB was sucking all that I used to post here, plus the way it's set up just invites me to lurk and seek for some kind of random thing from other people and get me some serotonin...which I should really try to get from actual humans. </p><p>So yeah. I think 'm gonna be back here for a while now. I need a place to comment and rant and such, and I do miss my blog. Life has much to talk about and despite the fuckwittery of the current world there has been much goodness in my life. I am still healthy. Still a scientist. I am a godparent. My cats and husband are adorable as ever. </p><p>I recently started back to a bit more physical activity too after using food and booze to medicate my winter blahs...so there is gonna be some fitness tracking and ranting about how hungry I am while I get back into my previous size of pants. Not gonna lie though, mostly I think it's more my brain needing to spew randomness out and hash out life and not just have experiences to be shared on social media. Instagram and Tiktok are amusing, but there's something to be said for Ye Olde Bloggosphere and sharing things with my partner. </p><p>SO hey - feel free to swing back a few times a week for all the rants and random blarbles I have floating around in my bean. Same bat time. Same bat channel. </p><p><i>PS -I cross-posted and linked here from over from my <a href="http://runlikeamaniac.blogspot.com/">other fitness blog </a>-the thought of posting in 2 places hurts my head. </i> </p><p><br /></p>Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-25264228507383221802019-01-16T08:59:00.005-06:002019-01-16T09:12:31.616-06:00Alive and kickingHi- still here. Mostly posting on my <a href="https://runlikeamaniac.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">other blog</a> mainly...no point in repeating. Changed the format here...seemed fitting what with me being less frequent -mainly I just love the photo. Wish I knew code better so I could get my own tweaked template. I've been dabbling in website design at work and at home lately so I'm starting to learn some tricks.<br />
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I may start to link to other posts there, although I admit I've been lousy at posting at all the last long while. Life is busy and it seems like Facebook and Instagram steal a lot of what may have ended up here in the past. I am trying to be more present and have active hobbies not on the interwebs. Also? I am lazy...<br />
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But, I hope you're well. Let me know what you're up to.<br />
I'm healed up and still kicking.<br />
Weird as over. Older and curioser.<br />
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To you today? Much love.<br />
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Gotta go - science calls!<br />
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<br />Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-32403492609178274792015-11-06T09:46:00.003-06:002015-11-06T10:16:52.536-06:00And so it begins....Today my dad is coming to help reno our bathroom.<br />
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I.<br />
Am.<br />
So.<br />
Excited.<br />
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Soon no more pink tub and surround, pink toilet and sink. No more uncleanable wood parkay flooring (icky patooey). AND a bathtub deep enough for a proper soaking bath. We splurged on the tub (it says it fills up to 19" deep muahahaha) and the rest will just be nice and simple. Dad is building me a vanity since it's a weird size and we're gonna put in a square vessel sink with a nice simple dark counter top from Rona. I have a new white toilet and a decent but cheap tub surround ready to go too. Wednesday we found some click and lay vinyl waterproof flooring that will be super easy to put down - a nice greyed marbley pattern. We like the current wall colour of the bathroom (a dark warm grey called Metropolis) and we're gonna build on that with white fixtures, a light grey vanity and dark vanity counter top and medium grey floor. All the fixtures are a brushed nickel which matches the towel rods and handles already in there so I'm really hoping it will come together nicely in the end.<br />
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Now we just plan our attack. First we are replacing our robin's egg blue toilet downstairs which no longer works properly (why with the colours? Just why?) and will put the extra flooring from upstairs down as well in the half bath down there. It has grungy old parkay wood flooring there too (why unsealed wood floor in a bathroom? Just why?). This way we'll still have a toilet and sink to use while the upstairs bath is ripped apart. We'll be without a shower for a while...I think we'll be visiting my brother a lot!<br />
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I'm not sure how I'll cope with my workouts now that I think of it. I've been doing the Insanity workout program and keeping up with it and am very pleased with how it's been going so far. I am dripping sweat at the end tho - with no shower I may have to become the queen of sponge baths...or maybe just go into the gym here on campus just so I can shower here! I guess I'll figure it out. I don't want to not workout during renos since I'll be sitting on my butt doing nothing after my surgery for a month. I guess I'll figure something out that won't send my family and coworkers running away from me. Much. Hmmmm...<br />
<br />Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-24428803906570813182015-08-18T11:21:00.002-06:002015-08-18T11:43:26.917-06:00The day the music diedLife can be a cruel bastard sometimes.<br />
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I had the pleasure to meet Jon Horvath a number of times over many
years...many many years at Shambhala, Burning Man and other big electronic Canadian
festivals....but also here many times at Saskatoon. Here at my home where he came to play
sometimes and he and J talked music and laughed. He always made a point
of saying hello to us whenever and wherever we found him. He let a shared love of music link up us and so many others with him and them. Considering
the very social life he lived and the tragic loss of his lovely wife a
few years ago he was kind and inspiring...and, dammit, he loved
funk. He and his group Fort Knox Five made funk and brought it to the
world. It was a unique funky sound I discovered and loved. Damn...I loved it.
Still do. So many people do.<br />
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Sadly Jon H died a few days ago. He drifted away from a coma after a sudden illness...and a
whole musical community, me included (if I can even consider myself a part of it), are struck a bit dumb. It's really
sad that a great guy who finally was really seeing his music getting
successful and making a great life for himself and putting so much energy into other artists to help them is just...gone. <br />
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A really great eulogy for Jon is <a href="http://www.motionpotion.com/funk-at-peace-remembering-jon-horvath-of-fort-knox-five/">here</a>.
If you like funk or Fort Knox Five have a read and remember. Or better...play some
funk. Dance under the stars. Look up Fort Knox Five on Soundcloud...tracks like <a href="https://soundcloud.com/fortknoxfive/sets/pressurize-the-cabin-lp">Fire in My Belly and Swinging on a Rhyme</a>? Well your ass will thank you and dance a little and bring a smile to your face. Listen to a few <a href="https://soundcloud.com/fortknoxfive/sets/funk-the-world" target="_blank">Funk The World mixes</a> to hear some great funk Fort Knox Five gathered from all around the world...because we all need a little more music in our lives.<br />
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This man brought a lot of joy to my life and a whole lot of others I know and hold dear.<br />
We will keep the funk alive.<br />
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RIP Jon.Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-73263474353868631822015-05-01T16:57:00.000-06:002015-05-01T16:57:23.682-06:00Oh my god there's a mountain lion in your fridgeSomeone in a cancer group I'm a part of poste this the other day and it's funny...and very true.<br />
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“What’s it like to go through cancer treatment? It’s something like
this: one day, you’re minding your own business, you open the fridge to
get some breakfast, and OH MY GOD THERE’S A MOUNTAIN LION IN YOUR
FRIDGE.<br />
Wait, what? How? Why is there a mountain lion in your
fridge? NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. RUN! THE MOUNTAIN LION WILL KILL YOU! UNLESS
YOU FIND SOMETHING EVEN MORE FEROCIOUS TO KILL IT FIRST!<br />
So you
take off running, and the mountain lion is right behind you. You know
the only thing that can kill a mountain lion is a bear, and the only
bear is on top of the mountain, so you better find that bear. You start
running up the mountain in hopes of finding the bear. Your friends
desperately want to help, but they are powerless against mountain lions,
as mountain lions are godless killing machines. But they really want to
help, so they’re cheering you on and bringing you paper cups of water
and orange slices as you run up the mountain and yelling at the mountain
lion - “GET LOST, MOUNTAIN LION, NO ONE LIKES YOU” - and you really
appreciate the support, but the mountain lion is still coming.<br />
Also, for some reason, there’s someone in the crowd who’s yelling
“that’s not really a mountain lion, it’s a puma” and another person
yelling “I read that mountain lions are allergic to kale, have you tried
rubbing kale on it?”<br />
As you’re running up the mountain, you see
other people fleeing their own mountain lions. Some of the mountain
lions seem comparatively wimpy - they’re half grown and only have three
legs or whatever, and you think to yourself - why couldn’t I have gotten
one of those mountain lions? But then you look over at the people who
are fleeing mountain lions the size of a monster truck with huge
prehistoric saber fangs, and you feel like an asshole for even thinking
that - and besides, who in their right mind would want to fight a
mountain lion, even a three-legged one?<br />
Finally, the person
closest to you, whose job it is to take care of you - maybe a parent or
sibling or best friend or, in my case, my husband - comes barging out of
the woods and jumps on the mountain lion, whaling on it and screaming
“GODDAMMIT MOUNTAIN LION, STOP TRYING TO EAT MY WIFE,” and the mountain
lion punches your husband right in the face. Now your husband (or
whatever) is rolling around on the ground clutching his nose, and he’s
bought you some time, but you still need to get to the top of the
mountain.<br />
Eventually you reach the top, finally, and the bear is
there. Waiting. For both of you. You rush right up to the bear, and the
bear rushes the mountain lion, but the bear has to go through you to get
to the mountain lion, and in doing so, the bear TOTALLY KICKS YOUR ASS,
but not before it also punches your husband in the face. And your
husband is now staggering around with a black eye and bloody nose, and
saying “can I get some help, I’ve been punched in the face by two apex
predators and I think my nose is broken,” and all you can say is “I’M
KIND OF BUSY IN CASE YOU HADN’T NOTICED I’M FIGHTING A MOUNTAIN LION.”<br />
Then, IF YOU ARE LUCKY, the bear leaps on the mountain lion and they
are locked in epic battle until finally the two of them roll off a cliff
edge together, and the mountain lion is dead. <br />
Maybe. You’re not sure - it fell off the cliff, but mountain lions are crafty. It could come back at any moment.<br />
And all your friends come running up to you and say “that was amazing!
You’re so brave, we’re so proud of you! You didn’t die! That must be a
huge relief!” <br />
Meanwhile, you blew out both your knees, you’re
having an asthma attack, you twisted your ankle, and also you have been
mauled by a bear. And everyone says “boy, you must be excited to walk
down the mountain!” And all you can think as you stagger to your feet is
“fuck this mountain, I never wanted to climb it in the first place.”
Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-55689917683289668052015-04-22T13:10:00.000-06:002015-04-22T13:10:51.827-06:00Talk amongst yourselves<a href="http://www.filmsforaction.org/articles/why-do-so-many-people-do-drugs-instead-of-solving-for-root-causes/" target="_blank">This recent article </a>has a lot of really interesting points to make about how people deal with their lives, often in ways that are harmful, instead of working to make their life more satisfying. I've recently had a few conversations about this very topic...found it very interesting.<br />
For example...<br />
"Like our parents of the last generation, we
are close to subduing the vibrant and powerful spirit of our bodies to
the point of quiet bickering, to complaining quietly until it may have
almost found solace in the only mediums it has been offered. We may now
have almost accepted small pleasures and transient moments of commercial
entertainment as enough – as if this was all there ever was.<br />
Our generation, whether they subscribe to higher ideals or not, is
quickly and dangerously reaching the point where it is enough to “just
get by”: to get a job, watch movies, have sex and buy more stuff. We can
leave these problems to someone else. Content with the barrage of
entertainment that consumer culture has to offer, and overwhelmed by the
daunting challenge our generation faces, there are enough distractions
to keep us comfortably numb well after we’ve forgotten what real life is
all about.<br />
<span id="article-text">Now, it’s true. Even eco-minded activists like
to watch movies or get engrossed in the occasional videogame, go out for
a few beers – whatever it is. It’s certainly fine to enjoy these
things. It’s just important to keep these forms in balance with
everything else in life.</span>"Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-9708975086069624612015-04-06T09:07:00.003-06:002015-04-06T09:11:13.459-06:00The only thingSo there's a new Sufjan Stevens album. And it turns out I can't stop listening to it. It's a sad album, songs about losing his mum...but, well I relate...and, well, the music is so damn beautiful. I think this and<a href="http://hermitology.com/post/115581953113/song-of-the-day-sufjan-stevens-the-only-thing" target="_blank"> The only thing</a> are my favourite tracks on the album. It's one of those songs to listen to on a train with the rain pouring outside, or a sunset stroll...haunting. <br />
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Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-6222783365022896532015-03-01T14:12:00.001-06:002015-03-01T14:12:47.943-06:00Gollumy dayAs I sit here trying to write papers on my breast cancer research from my thesis I am still mentally foggy when I sit down to focus. It's what I have come to call in my head a Gollumy day. I am trying how to get past this so I can finish these papers and get things going without having to wash through all these emotions every time I whip out my data files and read up on the most recent breast cancer research. As I look at slides and count patient data I am vividly aware of the fact that each sample is a person. All this data…it *was* me. I, like others, am logged in the big beige slide and FFPE carousels on 5th floor at City Hospital…just another surgpath number. Yes, I did work to help make diagnosis better for people. In the process I met all the people who ended up testing and supporting me in my fight, giving me confidence in their quality of work and the level of treatment I received. It helped me stay sane knowing all the details I had learned.<br />
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And now I'm better. So they say. I feel better. I have hair. I have my health back. I feel…almost…normal. Some days I can forget I was ever sick. Some days. Until I take of my shirt to get ready for bed and see the white line across my chest where my right breast used to be. Most days I remember how strong I am…was…and most days I remember what I learned about what I need to appreciate and look to as important in my life. It's not like I lost my legs or anything.<br />
But some days, like today, as I sit with my kitten in my lap at the table typing and attempting to work on stats and read about breast cancer all that comes back in random flashes. Like some sort of demented PTSD. Trying to focus on things and ignore all the emotions that flow back is not something I'm completely ready for. Not so bad really…I just want it to go away…and am wondering if it ever will.<br />
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When we went to Burning man last year I took my chemo log card. I left it in the temple and spent time there sobbing out my anxiety and worry and all that came with everything I had been through and tried my best to leave it there. When the temple burned it took a lot of that with it. I met up with some cancer survivors there and together we walked to remember and to forget. I let go of a lot there.<br />
But apparently I still have a lot in there hiding out and it likes to come and visit from time to time. Just to mess with me.<br />
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Well, Fuck you cancer. Fuck you for everything you took from me and everything I have to carry with me every day.<br />
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I want to stand at the top of a mountain and scream with every fiber of my being…like Gollum said: LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK.<br />
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You fucker.Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-77413003535983339352015-02-26T16:09:00.001-06:002015-02-26T16:09:59.196-06:00So tired<br /><br />
February. Bleh. I am tired and mopye and grumpy and generally not myself the last few days. It's partly because I seem to be coming down with a cold...which just hasn't made up it's mind to attack or retreat yet. Right now I'm just losing my voice, I'm tired and my head feels floaty. Boourns. Trying to eat well and get lots of sleep. <br /><br />
Must hang on until the weekend....<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-Tu2eZpA4yo" width="459"></iframe>Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-51380564366668616472015-02-19T10:45:00.003-06:002015-02-19T10:45:45.529-06:00Way up yonderYeah, so I still keep posting just over at my other blog, so if you wanna know how I am, just head over there. I will come back here sometimes too, but splitting things up seems sorta silly at the moment.<br />
See ya over there...Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-66954164052765448292015-01-14T08:18:00.004-06:002015-01-14T08:18:42.946-06:00Fat CatOur new cat Dax apparently has no self control. We used to free feed our cats, but in themonth and a half we've had her she's already put on a few pounds, so I'm switching them over to a twice daily dish feed (except for our old codger who gets food whenever he asks). On a 10 Lb cat that's a lot, so we need to change things. Right now they're a little confused and it's tricky with a kitten to make sure the little one gets enough food to grow without Dax eating her kitten food, which is higher in calories and she seems to like more (which might explain the weight gain). I liked free feeding them, but I also want a healthy cat and having her slim down a bit now is a lot easier than letting her plump right up like a marshmallow. <br />
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Soon Widget will get into the vet to be fixed and we'll have some grown up cats about the place. I am thankful every day we took her home with Dax. She's doubled in size since we got her. She's still a playful nut, but will stop to nap on my lap at times, and Dax, when she's in the mood, will sit on me and purr and knead me. They play with each other now and chase each other around the house and get up to all kind of ninja moves. Best of all, they seem to like it here. <br />
Hooray.<br />
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Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-33937006336950887822014-12-22T08:47:00.002-06:002014-12-22T08:48:35.155-06:00Solstice<br />
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<i>" Hail Earendel, brightest of angels, over middle-yard to men sent, and true radiance of the Sun bright above the stars, every season thou of thyself ever illumunest."</i><br />
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I'm not a hippy or a hipster (and my hips are curvy as hell) but there is one ancient holiday that always brings peace and hope to my heart. Winter Solstice is a time to reflect on the old and spend a time to take in the darkness of the shortest day of the year, embrace it and say goodbye to the sadness of the past year. From here on forward the days get longer and brighter, and a new year of exciting things begins. I know everyone makes new year's resolutions but for me the time to take stock and look forward is the 21st. This was one hum dinger of a year for me in so many respects, and despite the horrors and pain I am grateful for it for everything it's taught me about myself, and how it's shown me the kindness and love of the people I am so grateful to have in my life.<br />
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As the holiday season begins and we all take the time to be with family and friends please take a moment to sit quietly and reflect on the last year. What did you love about it? What can you leave behind? And most importantly - what can you bring into it to expand and refresh your life?<br />
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In our next trip around the sun we have so many new things to do and try. And so much to appreciate and recognize as worthy of being in our lives again for another year. As for me, I'm making a short list of things I'd like to learn/try/do this year and am putting them in a book and in a tin. When I have some spare time I'm going to pull a note out of the tin and try something new: learn the ukelele, get a tattoo, paper mache sculpt some armour, paint some ceramics, and make some new fruit wines, just for starters...and for my soul? More quiet time. And more focus on listening to others...with my memory being faded after chemo I often focus too much on what I need to do so I don't forget and fail...but I miss out on so many things while I do so and treat others at times as though what they need is less important than what I am trying to do. A simple pen and paper will let me be more present and not just take in what I need, but be open to the needs of those I care for as well.<br />
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The new year begins now. Further up and further in my friends :)Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-46507386831381548802014-12-19T08:17:00.001-06:002014-12-19T08:17:26.144-06:00Metro - Eleven Days From Christmas<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PbHknhf2VZI" width="459"></iframe><br /><br />
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This obscure Canadian prairie christmas album was always on at christmas eve at my grandpa's. This song and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yk2JB4lNvq4" target="_blank">Here comes Santa Claus</a> still crack me up and get me in the mood for a small town christmas.<br /><br />
I mean...how often do you get a kazoo in your holiday music?<br /><br />
I know - not often enough :)<br /><br />
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<i>Seven 4 by 2 shlabs...to build a chicken coop to keep the ducks in...</i><br /><br />
Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-64695001624446239122014-12-15T09:12:00.001-06:002014-12-15T09:21:21.389-06:00Now kiddies, remember to put on your 3D glassesWe last bought a TV just after we married about 13 years ago. It was 30" and worked just fine...the thing was still kicking, but when J stopped working for Evil Conglomerate Who Shall Not Be Named we cut our cable and have been resorting to DVDs. The idea was to get an AppleTV and buy the few shows we want to watch (like Doctor Who) and hook up Netflix for the cold winter nights when you need something to entertain you...but our TV was too old. And our non-bluray DVD player was dying too....and, yup - no HDMI on either of them. So we sat and waited...mostly for J to decide on a TV. We'd been putting money aside and after 3 months (grrr...honestly I'd given up asking about it) we finally found a good Sony one on sale with all the inputs and outputs we need to hook it up to our old amp and such and to all the new stuff... and<i> finally</i> got it back to our place for this weekend. It was 3D as a bonus...and there was a 3D bluray player on sale as well, so now that we've replaced all the necessary technogubbins we're all kitted out.<br />
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And damn...it's cool. Not only is the screen so much bigger (50") and clearer (blueray is rather swanky I will admit), but it's net-ready so we have all that set up now too. Instant Netflix. We still need an AppleTV for eventual complete technological update of the house so we can stream our music from the computer out the stereo by wifi, but it'll do pig, it'll do damn well. It's like we leaped ahead about 20 years in a few days. We can even plug a memory stick into the DVD player to play files off of that. Most of all tho- the 3D is a damn cool bonus. I'm glad it worked out to have it - we weren't looking for it, but man - we bought the Hobbit on 3D and watched it over the weekend...and it was brilliant. I keep hearing Count Floyd in my head reminding me to put on my 3D glasses...he heh<br />
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Add to that that the Season 8 of Doctor Who that we totally missed out on is now out on DVD?<br />
Well, I know where I'll be for the next few weeks. Gotta catch up on the new doctor-from the few we've watched I like him already. And the new opening credits? Wow.<br />
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OR should I say Dayum...<br />
Looking this over I see that this post has 200% more damns than usual.<br />
Uh oh...to make sure Santa comes by I shall go wash my mouth out with soap forthwith.<br />
And by soap I mean scotch...<br />
What? It's antiseptic...<br />
<br />Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-24767408435032450472014-12-04T12:40:00.000-06:002014-12-04T12:40:09.604-06:00Eureka!Experimental muffin extreme success:<br />
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Oatmeal muffins were made last night and I put a slice of banana and 1 teaspoon of almond butter or nutella in the middle of them before baking. I made 6 of each last night and yes...that awesome flavour you're imagining in your head right now? Well, it's better than that :)<br />
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So. Good.<br />
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<br />Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-15193581679362625082014-11-28T08:19:00.001-06:002014-11-28T09:24:42.908-06:00Don't SpeakMy husband has a terribly sore throat and can't talk. It hurts him to swallow. Normally I'd joke about the no talking thing but the poor man really is in a lot of pain. After 4 days of it he actually went to the Mediclinic about it yesterday, which means it's really bad - he hates doctors. Poor guy had to wait 3 hours for a throat swab and someone to tell him to rest and that he has laryngitis. No Sh1t Sherlock.<br />
They think it's probably viral which means there's nothing to do for it other than rest and not talk...I was hoping it was strep throat just so they could help him, but they said they'd call him back today with the results of the throat swab. The irony of calling someone who can't talk to give them results on why they can't talk was apparently lost on the desk clerk. I hope he feels better soon. He's very hermity when he's sick, and I feel guilty when he feels bad and I can't help. It could be a very long and boring weekend.<br />
In the cat world, things are slowly coming along. Gavin and Widget have made their peace with each other. They will be around each other and not hiss or growl. They don't go out of their way to meet up, but they are getting along. Widget is a play fiend and will let us pick her up and purrs like a little motor. Dax is still hissy and growly with the other 2 cats, but she is coming out into the main house now and not hiding as much and played with us yesterday. She's let J and I pet her and ate within 2 feet of Widget this morning without growling, so I'm hoping it'll just take some time. They don't all need to be friends...I just don't want them fighting. Especially with Gavin being the oldster he is...his last days are going to be the comfiest and most well fed I can make them. He will still eat wet food, but isn't eating as much as I wish he would, but I'm trying my best to get him to eat as much as he can so he doesn't get too skinny. Love that chudly little guy.<br />
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It's the weekend. I have no idea what will be happening. I plan to put up a small christmas tree on the weekend. What with 2 new cats I figure I'm inviting doom if we put up the big tree, so I'll put the small 3 foot one up from my apartment on top of the bar and see how it goes...<br />
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November is almost over. Yes.Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-22719319351023973232014-11-24T10:42:00.001-06:002014-11-24T10:42:13.263-06:00MeowThe new critters are here. They're settling in well. Gavin is being pretty good about it all, all things considered. So glad we decided to take Dax's kitten as well. It's nice to have playing cats again. Dax is still a bit skittish, but I think with a little time and some love they'll be comfy here. Once they get used to Gavin I think they'll be fine. Right now they're just avoiding each other, which is fine...no squabbles. Just a bit of hissing.<br />
Just in time for me to try and put up the christmas decorations....what was I thinking?? He heh...<br />
It's hard to take photos of black cats, but here's what I could get so far...<br />
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<br />Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-83573479283789184412014-11-19T16:34:00.002-06:002014-11-19T16:34:44.086-06:00I'm going to lose all my hair again I know itI'm sure you all know how un-enamoured I am with Microsoft Software and their endless random upgrades.<br />
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My current rant course? Sharepoint.<br />
Before I went on sick leave I was just learning Sharepoint 2010 so we could create a few sites for the Lab groups and customise them. Now that I'm back we're building a website for one of my research groups and I'm looking after the Sharepoint stuff (work flows and calendars for fee for service analysis). SHarepoint can do amazing things...if you know how to use it properly. It's not in any way intuitive and they just changed a bunch of the functionalities so even what I used to be able to do is hard to do now.<br />
I need some training and a good reference book before I pull all my new hair out. We have a specialist coming but he'll be serving the whole University...I doubt I'll be first in the queue when I need help so I need to figure this stuff out on my own without too much (har har) calamity.<br />
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Microsoft can bite my arse...<br />
(doo dahhh, doo daaahhh)Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-91531779758948998022014-11-14T20:23:00.002-06:002014-11-14T20:26:29.325-06:00Ranty rantyAfter a rather warm fall it's finally winter. Don't get me wrong, I'd rather have snow than cold icy rain, but I must admit it's only -14 C out and I'm already whining. There is snow now. I have a little hair this year, so it's a bit warmer (and I actually got it cut a few days ago so it has a funky style) but I could still do without the winter extremes.<br />
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I like to go for walks. It's kinda my daily thing...and walking in the stupid cold with asthma isn't that much fun. I can't walk to work anymore or go for a stroll after supper and altho I still hope to get out and walk when I can, being stuck inside gives you cabin fever. I am currently looking for some winter things to make, knit and do to keep occupied. We still have no cable or TV and only a few movies and haven't hooked up netflix yet because J is a videographer who makes sour faces at the thought of watching a movie on the laptop or ipad, so I am feeling squirrely from the cold and it's only november. I'm trying to do some christmas crafting with a friend, but she's only off work every other week and some evenings once I'm done work I don't feel like doing anything. Ah well, I suppose it means we should try and get out more...but being slightly broke now that J is freelancing means we have to pick and choose what we do...and when I stay out late now I pay for it for a few days. Slowly figuring out the new normal...<br />
At least soon I can entertain myself with putting up christmas decorations...I love that. And there's my new ukelele that I still can't play much yet. Truth be told I need to learn how to amuse myself again without a computer or the internet. TIme to do more knitting I think.<br />
At least soon we'll have a new kitteh to play with tho.<br />
That makes me smile.<br />
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<br />Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-16758906368993802972014-11-07T17:27:00.003-06:002014-11-14T08:22:42.244-06:00BreakWell with Remembrance Day being tuesday I took off monday to give me a nice long weekend. On a spur of the moment I decided I'm heading up to visit my dad for the weekend with my brother. J is stuck here at home with obligations but I plan to knit, read and sip wine and tea all weekend.<br />
I find I still get so tired a lot, even with my 8 hours of sleep a night. Last night I accidentally fell asleep on the couch at 8 and then when I woke up went to bed and still slept through all night...guess I DO need a break!<br />
Hope you all have a great weekend.Geosominhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729167937433295927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12347845.post-9962614385952853282014-11-03T10:27:00.003-06:002014-11-03T10:29:22.387-06:00hippo birdy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Had a great birthday and halloween - Wine, nice supper at my favourite restaurant and a movie (The Crow was in the theatre - yes!) ...then over the weekend there was lots of candy and wine and a bonfire with friends...and more family meals: supper with J's family and a brunch out with my best bud on sunday. Rice pudding too. I guess you could say I have successfully eaten my way through another birthday.<br />
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And, yes, this one definitely kicked ass in comparison to last years. Hard to believe that last year at this time I met my oncology team on my birthday to decide my treatment options...and a year ago today I'd had my first batch of FEC chemotherapy. Now a year later I'm feeling great and have my hair back about an inch long. </div>
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What a difference a year makes :)</div>
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And (yay) I received enough in birthday $$ to apply to adopt a new cat friend which makes me very happy. I will be sending in my Streetcat Rescue adoption form this week...I'll keep you posted.<br />
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