Monday, December 28, 2009

A White... and SICK... Christmas!

Christmas, version 2009, has come and gone. How was yours? Well, if you were in the Metroplex, you had a white Christmas.

And, if you were in our house, you may have experienced a sick one as well!

Far be it for me to point fingers, but I'm pretty sure the "Dr. Kevorkian" in our little germ petri dish was my youngest nephew. You see, when I took the nephews to see Ice, he decided to lick everything. Why? Because there was a sign that said, "Do not lick the ice." He thought it would be funny/rebellious to do the opposite of whatever the sign, or his uncle, had to say.

So on Christmas Eve, he was hit with the Vomit Comet. Unfortunatley, it was viral... and by Christmas Day afternoon, the victims got nailed left and right. Carson, Rachel, Steve, and my Mom. It was so bad that I've been told they can never eat my pork roast again after seeing it in reverse. Awesome!

Well, I wasn't immune to it either. While I didn't get stomach bug, I was stuck in a car for a 5-hour drive with my coughing/sneezing/oozing brother. Within 24 hours, it hit me... and 48 hours later, I'm living La Vida Loca with a slight fever and a lot of crud coming out of my nose and throat. Yum.

I slept 3 hours today... and yes, I hope to go into the office tomorrow morning due to an important meeting. But after that, I'm heading home. Besides... would you believe we're getting more snow tomorrow??? Crazy!

So there you go... Christmas 2009... in the books. Thank goodness!

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Loss...

Around this time every year, there is usually a review of the celebrities that we lost over the last twelve months. Most of the time, sadly, I usually already know most of them. I'm a "news junkie," so I probably have either read an article in my local paper or seen it via some other media source.

And, as gruesome as this sounds, I am always intrigued by the celebrity death. Not because I'm morbid (although it sounds like I am with a blog like this!), but because I'm interested in their accomplishments.

Because of this, I also tend to attract "Newsies," A.K.A other interested friends who know of my fascination of the dearly departed. They do their best to inform me when a celebrity passes.

So, with all of that said, I give each of you two items of interest (to me)...

In 2009, here is a slideshow of the celebrities we lost: Link

And, here is an even "bigger" list: "Curtain Calls" of the Decade. This one starts with 2009, and goes all the way back to 2000: Link

NOTE: For those of you that lost a friend, a loved one, or an acquaintance... I mean no disrespect. I, of all people, truly know what it's like to lose someone... and from a personal standpoint, I lost several people who I was very close to over the past 10 years.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

ICE...


If you're ever in the Metroplex during the Christmas season, you should check out the annual "ICE" exhibit at the Gaylord Texan Resort. This year, as you can see, the theme is "The Grinch."

Today I took my two nephews. I don't really think they understood what they were getting into. On the way, one asked how long they would get to "ice skate." Hmmm....

It's an impressive production - it takes a team of 20+ artisans 30 days to carve out all of sculptures. EVERYTHING is made of ice... walls, ceilings, etc. Thankfully, the floor is just fine! Oh, and it's kept at a constant 9 degrees... hence, the blue parkas. They give those to you to wear.

One of the rooms features a castle! The kids/adults line up... climb stairs... and slide down one of the 4 slides to the bottom. I didn't think it would be wise for a gimpy-clutzy Uncle to participate in that little adventure!

Some of the pics above were taken by a budding 8-year old photographer. (That's what you do when you notice they need something to keep them busy)

Overall, I think they had a good time. I did. So much that I took a rather lengthy nap this afternoon!

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Let it Snow... Let it Snow...

Have you heard about the snow in the Northeast? Well, take a gander at Chandra...

She's in Richmond, VA. For the first time in two years, she's spending Christmas with her family.

For me, I'd love to be in the cold like that... totally opposite for her! Ha!

I show you this picture because today I heard this song by Dean Martin called, "Marshmallow World."

It's a marshmallow world in the winter
When the snow comes to cover the ground
It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day
I wait for it the whole year round.


We won't be getting a white Christmas in North Texas... but someday, I hope to experience something like this!

Friday, December 18, 2009

My Cousin Gail's Foot...

I don't know about you, but when I look at that X-RAY to the right, it just sends a chill up my spine...

OK... here's the story... in Gail's words:

I was walking my two dogs on Sunday before Thanksgiving and simply turned my foot. I had on sandals like a dummy instead of tennis shoes. I really didn't think it was broken. However, I have Jones Fracture, which runs across the long bone on the outside of my foot. I could have waited 6 weeks to see if it would have healed on its own. There was a 75% chance. However, if it didn't, I would have had to have surgery anyway, in which case I would be looking at a recup period of 12 weeks.

Now, when I received these pics, she didn't tell me what happened. I knew that she had been going through some "home improvement" projects this year, so I honestly thought a screw got lodged in her foot! In fact, I was thinking she was the victim of a nail gun!

Now get this: She still thinks that my break was much worse than hers. Which leads me to comment on something that I've wanted to say for a while...

I can assure you of this: When it comes to breaks, I don't judge or compare. Whatever you've been through, are going through, or will go through... I am not thinking, "Well... how does THAT stack up against what I went through?"

I say all of this because I've heard, "Believe me... this doesn't compare to the problem you had with your knee." Maybe that's what people expect from me... but I hope to change all of that.

You see, "empathy" is now in my vocabulary. I don't want anyone to go through "pain" like this... it's uncomfortable, it's awkward, and it just changes your entire life from the get go!

Before my little blooper, I probably wasn't the best listener when people talked about their injuries.

"Oh, you tore your ACL? That's nice. I mean... sorry about that."
"Broken wrist? That's a bummer..."
"What do you mean you can't go out? Oh... still in the hospital."

All right... maybe it wasn't that bad. But seriously, I guess you never know what someone is going through until you walk a mile in their shoes.

So I feel very badly for my cousin. However, she's in good hands. A lot of people are helping her out, and she's be waited on big-time by friends, coworkers, and family.

Please lift her up in your prayers - as well as her helpers! And if you're a dog walker, be careful out there!!!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Chandra's Half Marathon... Finally!



This weekend was the White Rock Marathon... and FINALLY, Chandra got to run her Half.

If we all remember, I ruined Chandra's "half" this year when "Clumsy Dumbsy" decided to climb over a barrier... and down goes Regan! Ahh... good times.

To make sure Chandra got to the race on time, I stayed overnight. We got up around 5:30, and departed around 6ish. Well, as she gabbed, I sped... and made sure she was there WAY before her desired time. So we arrived around 6:30 to the American Airlines Center (AAC).

After fighting a little traffic, we parked. Kevin and Becky arrived around 7:30, and we left Chandra before her 8am start time so that we could catch her at the 3-mile mark.

It was exciting... thrilling... and I was NOT at all jealous of all of the runners while I spectated. Seriously! I was fine and dandy to cheer and clap and encourage those doing what I can't do right now.

Chandra came by (you can see it in one of the pics above) and we were all excited. Then we left... we wanted to catch her at that 6. Unfortunately, we ran into a lot of traffic. After a while, we realized we missed her and should re-focus our attention to the 9.

Well, we parked A LONG WAY from the 9. Once we got there, we waited patiently... and waited and waited and "what the hey???" We started noticing people walking. What's going on?

What was going on was the idiocracy of it all... we were standing at the wrong spot. We were at the 6! Son-of-a...

We then headed back to the truck and decided we needed to head back to the AAC. I drove fast... and once we arrived and parked, Kevin and Becky looked out in the distance. And what did their eyes see? A streaking (sprinting) Chandra...

As if it was in slow-mo, I screamed and passed the camera to Becky... "RUN BECKY, RUN!!!" Well, she ran as fast as she could... but Chandra was quicker... and made it across the Finish Line before Becky could find her.

So Chandra finished in 2:29... that's very good! Congrats Chandra... I'm so glad you didn't break anything, and you finally got your Half in for the year!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Back to the Gym...

Yesterday was a big day for me...

I returned to my gym.

This was my first time to walk through those doors since April. It was my own "right of passage" that I felt I needed to accomplish in order to be on my way for recovery.

The first thing I wanted to do was to figure out how strong my leg is. Earlier this year, when I was training, I would do various leg exercises to strengthen my leg muscles. Knowing that I'm not allowed to do any sort of "knee bends," that limited me in some respect.

I sat down on the leg extension machine... in the past, I would usually put 60-70 lbs or more on it. The least amount of weight that it would take with a pin in it was 30. Well, I tried it... and I barely got the extended.

I'll be honest... it shocked me.

I then pulled the pin and I figured that just moving the bar up and down was about 15 lbs. I did one set... and my heart was speaking to me big time. I know I should have been prepared, but it really was working on my emotions to know how far back I am in my conditioning. Even a year ago, when I first started training for a Half Marathon, I could at least do 50 lbs.

I did a few more sets... and all the while, I kept thinking, "My gosh... I've got a lot of work ahead of me." And so, by the time I got off the machine, I was determined to put it all behind me. The past is the past... what's done is done... and I can't compare myself to my old body. This is what I've got to work with, so I might as well make the best of it.

I then went to another machine and worked my hamstrings and calves, and then decided to head upstairs - bikes and treadmills.

Plopping down on a "sit down bike," I set the timer for 20 minutes. I then started it up... and biked. It was a very odd feeling - letting the knee go in the "bicycle" motion. Halfway through, it was starting to hurt, but not too bad. I pressed on... and finished with 5 miles! That felt like a big accomplishment to me.

I then headed over to the treadmill... set it for 20 minutes and a bit of an incline (I'm a man of routine). I walked and walked... by 10 minutes, I was feeling pretty tired. I almost quit, but figured I'd go for 12 minutes. After that, I felt good enough to go another 2... and I just kept doing that. Sure enough, I made it to the 20 minutes... 1.10 miles!

And that was it... I couldn't go anymore. I went down the stairs, and came home. I was done. But I felt really good... and I was able to accomplish something I haven't done in a long time.

Today? I'm pretty sore... but I'm hoping to maybe go back in a few days. For the "moms" out there, I'm not going to overdo it.

So I'm on my way... one small step at a time.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Scars...

Have you ever thought about the scars on your body? Or counted them?

When I was growing up, I gave my folks fits! For some reason, I had a motor that was always on the go... and it usually got me into trouble.

Here is a rundown of some of the things I did...

The earliest recollection I have of an injury was something my parents have told me. When I was 3 or 4, I was seeing the Pediatrician. He was giving me a physical and asked, "When did Regan break his collar bone?" Apparently I did something, broke it, but never reported it to the parents. All I remember was falling down a lot... ha!

One time, when my parents had their insurance agent over, I decided this was the best time to climb up to the top of my closet and get something. Well, I slipped... and came smack down on a Tonka Fire Engine... actually, the ladder... it went through my lip. Stitches. I was 4 or 5.

Around that same time I busted my chin open. Well, I guess I hadn't had enough excitement, because while the stitches were in... I busted it wide open again trying to brush my teeth on a wet counter. My mom walked into the ER to see me sitting on a table with the baby fat hanging down through the hole in my chin.

One time I was competing with other kids on who could make the longest skid mark with their bike. I revved that sucker up... and plowed into the back of a pickup. I think I was 6.

When I was 10 or 11, I was at the next door neighbor's house and she decided to tickle me... and yours truly bonked his head on the glass table in their dining room. Stitches. Well, the next day we were leaving on a big family road trip to Destin, FL. We set out across Texas towards Louisiana. My parents decided this was the best time to let us get pics next to each State Line. I hopped out of the car... went racing for the sign... and tripped over a rock. Ironically enough, I busted my left knee... and had to get stitches! Geez Louise!

How about when I'm a little older... 11th grade. I'm working for a Hallmark store. Safe, right? I was working during the school year to save up money to buy lawn equipment. Well, they had me change the A/C filter. Although, this was located in the ceiling. I climb up a ladder... and while I'm balancing on the top step, something happened. Either I ran my finger up the metal side of the housing, or that piece fell and caught me just right... but whatever the case, I damn near lost the tip of my middle finger. More stitches... and a deformity I have to this day.

Which brings me to the scar above... I guess it's just another sign of "life," huh? Well, it came to mind recently when I heard this:

"Scars remind us where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we're going."

Tonight I spoke with my grandmother who seemed surprised that I'm not in the dumps or focusing on the negative. I told her this: I don't want this to define me. I don't want my life to just "stop" because this event happened in my life.

Life is for the living... if you've followed this blog, you know that has been something I've preached. Take advantage of the opportunity you have to do what God has granted to each of us each day: LIVE!

Don't focus on the past... don't dwell on the scars. DO something with your life... because, believe me, you never know what may happen tomorrow!

Saturday is going to be a big day for me. I'm walking into my gym for the first time since April. I'm going to try... try to ride a bike, get on the treadmill, lift my leg using weights. It's going to be painful. I know that for a fact. But, there's no gain without pain, right???

So while my body may have numerous scars, I'm pressing on. I've got to get this leg strengthened... not just to run, but to walk without pain or unsteadiness. I've got a whole life before me!

"What lies behind us,
And what lies before us,
Are tiny matters,
Compared to what lies within us."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, December 7, 2009

Ahh... This Explains Everything...

Never Married, Over 40, Well-Adjusted

By Kathleen Doheny

SATURDAY, Dec. 5 (HealthDay News) -- Pity the poor single people who pass their 40th birthday without ever tying the knot, since research has shown that never-married adults have more health woes than married folks. And, um, isn't there something wrong with those who go it alone anyway?

Not so fast.

A new study looking at psychological measures shows that never-married people aged 40 and up can be just as resourceful, psychologically speaking, as their married counterparts.

Wait, there's more.

"If you look at never marrieds who are high on mastery -- they feel like they are in the driver's seat and in control of their lives -- and high on self-sufficiency -- they know how to take care of themselves -- they actually have better emotional well-being than married people," said study author Jamila Bookwala, an associate professor of psychology at Lafayette College in Easton, Pa. Her report is published in the Nov. 30 issue of the Journal of Social and Personal Relationships.

For the study, Bookwala drew on data from the National Survey of Midlife Development in the United States, looking at responses from more than 1,500 Americans aged 40 to 74. They identified themselves as married or never married. Most, 1,486, were married, while 105 had never married.

"What's new here is the never-married individual is getting attention," she said. Sometimes in research, she explained, they are combined with separated, divorced and widowed people as singles, but in her research she looked at never-married individuals only and compared them with married people.

Among her findings are that never-married adults, overall, do report lower levels of overall emotional well-being than their married counterparts in the same age group. But they are comparable when it comes to psychological resources, the stuff that helps humans deal with life challenges.

Bookwala looked at three measures of psychological resources, including personal mastery (the degree people think they have control over things in life, which is important to avoid depression), agency (the tendency to focus on oneself, which is good for mental health) and self-sufficiency (a sense of autonomy, which is also linked with better mental health).

The never-married participants do tend to have fewer social resources, she said. "In general they tend to report less [perceived] support from families than marrieds."

But the higher the never-married individuals scored on those psychological resources, the better their emotional well-being, she found. Better, even, than the married folks, if they scored high on those measures.

"In that sense, we find our study debunks that myth of something being wrong with the never-married individual," Bookwala said.

In fact, high levels of self-sufficiency may work against people in a marriage, she noted. "For a marriage to work well, you need a certain amount of interdependence," Bookwala said. It could, in fact, explain why some never-married people decided not to wed.

Or, she said, they may have developed self-sufficiency the longer they stayed single.

The study suggests that marriage -- often touted as the best lifetime relationship goal -- may not be best for everyone, said Patrick Markey, an associate professor of psychology at Villanova University in Villanova, Pa.

For most people, marriage might be a desirable goal, he said. "But there might be a subset of people, the ultra-independent individual, for whom this may not be the best life course."

He's referring to those people who Bookwala found high in self-sufficiency. "They might actually be happier because they didn't get married," Markey said.

But, he pointed out, the sample size of never-married participants in the study, a little over 100, is low. So, it's possible that a larger study with never-married people might produce different results.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

My Year Almost Got Even MORE Interesting...

As most of you know, I'm a "commuter" - I take a train into work each day.

Some people were a little surprised that I continued to opt for the train over driving after I returned to work. However, it's more of a beating to drive from where I live.

Most of the time, the train is pretty convenient. The station is about 10 minutes from my house, and it takes 25 minutes for the trip downtown. Once on, I listen to my music... read... play games... or sleep.

For about 15 minutes of my trip, I'm underground. Yesterday was an odd experience... we came out of the tunnel to see a blizzard! Yep, we got snow. It was beautiful... and dangerous!

As soon as I was off the train, I realized that I shouldn't be walking around in the slushy mess. I'm nervous on wet sidewalks as it is! Anyway, nothing really scary to report - I made it into a building and took 2 skybridges to my office.

However, going home for the day... now THAT was an experience.

The snow had stopped early in the morning... so everything was dry. I was making my way down the sidewalk, approaching the crosswalk, in front of the Pearl Street station.

I could see the seconds tick down for the crosswalk... but there was a policeman there directing traffic. The crosswalk goes across a street and the tracks... the station is in the middle.

Well, the policeman (woman, actually) likes people A LOT more than drivers. She always says she's there for us, even though I know the building pays her to direct the departing cars.

Just as I approached her, the light changed... meaning, "Don't cross." However, she was holding up a big "box truck" and said, "Come on, baby! Go ahead and cross." I smiled... said "Thank you very much"...

And then the loudest HORN went off!

I looked up and coming right at me on my left side was the train! You see, she held up the box truck... but neither of us could see that on the other side was a train leaving the station!

I thought, "Sweet Merciful Crap" because that is what was in my pants now! That train was moving and it wasn't stopping. It was probably 10 feet from me when it blew the horn.

Well, once I'm moving, I can't stop easily... so my only option was to go forward. Unfortunately, I needed to pick up the pace so I busted out into my first run...

(Did you catch that? I had to run! I haven't run since April...)

Well, the train kept honking and I kept moving. I say "moving" because that's the simplest way to describe what I was trying to do. My knee was screaming at me, "HEY JERK! WHAT THE $&#&@(! ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME???"

So, it looked like a cross between a trot and a hop. Not pretty. But, I guess if the alternative was getting hit (knocked down, run over, bumped, etc) by a train, I'll take that.

Anyway, I couldn't believe it. I immediately thought that this would have punctuated the year perfectly... ha!

How is the knee today? Dang sore. Swollen. Not happy.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

"How's the Knee???"

Tomorrow will be exactly 3 weeks since my last surgery... which also means it's been 7 months since my first.

My how time has flown by... (sarcasm)

A lot of people have inquired as to how things are going with the knee... so, here is an update.

I guess there is one noticeable change since the surgery: Flexibility.

Before, I was limited in my motion due to the wires. I still have roughly the same "degree" of bend that I had before the surgery (110 degrees), but it doesn't hurt as much when I try to get it to that range.

Before, it just felt like there was a lot of tension... pulling... to make that bend. Oh, I guess I should explain what the bend is. It's not lifting your leg up. It's pulling the ankle back. Now, if you were in my shoes, the tension at the top of the knee would be pretty apparent.

There is still tension, but I think it's the scar tissue. I have to go through the exercises again to break through that "inner healing."

The second thing I've noticed is the pain is still there. I'm hoping in time (short time!), it will go away. But, it still hurts. Last week I ventured out to the San Diego Zoo... lots and lots of walking. Not only that, but it's very hilly - I had no idea.

Maneuvering up and down those hills throughout the park was pretty rough. I think what might surprise people is "going up" isn't what bothers me... it's going down. If it's a ramp or stairs, it's very difficult. I think one of the reasons is that I don't have the muscles in my calf and quads to support me.

I was talking with Chandra last week, and I mentioned I'm thinking about going back to the gym. She said, "Just start out slow... if you're doing leg lifts, just put 30 lbs. on the machine." I told her I'm not sure if I can even do 5 lbs. I'm serious... you have no idea how much your muscles deteriorate in 7 months! Both muscles are like jelly compared to the right leg.

I have two exercises I do in my house to strengthen these muscles. One is easy - toe lifts. I just go up and down to build up the calf. The other one is quad flexes. To do that, I sit on the ground and try and push my leg down where the quad flexes.

I do have some restrictions - I guess I didn't offer that up before. I'm not allowed to immerse the leg in water until after the first of the year. By then, the scab will be healed. I'm susceptible to infection until then. Therefore, no swimming - which has been pounded into my head by my brother-in-law Steve.

The other thing is if I go to the gym, I need to cover up the knee. Same thing... lots of sweating bodies does wonders on people susceptible to infections.

I'm a little faster in my walking, but it's just going to take time until everything is pain-free. Thanks again for the support...