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Apr. 3rd, 2020 07:31 am I got distracted yesterday evening getting another podcast uploaded. At least PastMe had already edited it and created the show notes. (The only reason I hadn't already uploaded it was I wasn't certain which month I'd be posting it.) And I have two interviews scheduled for this weekend and sent out another round of "Uh...just touching base again since I haven't heard back. You still interested in being on the podcast?" emails. This a think that really hits me in the imposter syndrome. I know that I sometimes drop the ball on correspondence about scheduling interviews, but when I've sent a person three or four emails following up on initial interest with proposed dates and time (or requests for a date/time convenient for the) and get no response back again and again (across multiple people), I have to start wondering if people view being on my podcast as a burden rather than a promotion opportunity. I know it's not true. And yet...
I skipped the yardwork on Thursday, in part because the green can is full and I'd need to find things to do that don't create waste. The lawn looks like it's ready for its second haircut of the year and that could probably pack in around the stuff already in the can, so maybe that will be today's task. My bum leg has been giving me annoyance during certain yardwork tasks because my right ankle has been really reminding me that it's weak and prone to turning. When pushing a lawnmower over rather lumpy ground on a variable slope, this is not a good thing. I end up having to step very carefully and mindfully. I don't tend to talk about my bum leg much except in passing references to my sciatica. In brief, after a number of years of aching-type sciatic nerve pain, back about 20 years ago something went *sproing* in my lower spine and pretty much grabbed my right sciatic nerve and gave it a good squeeze. Since then I've had diminished nerve function in that leg, though the amount of function is oddly variable. It manifests in numb patches on my outer calf and upper foot, weakness in my foot extension (I can't really stand on my right toe), a tendency to pronate unless I'm consciously keeping my foot aligned, periodic cramps in the calf (especially if I extend my foot in my sleep), and a measurable amount of muscle-wasting in the calf muscle. Back when it first happened I talked to Kaiser about it, got a lower back scan that didn't find anything obviously fixable, and more or less got told, "It's not bad enough for intervention because that might just make it worse." In everyday terms, it mostly just messes up my balance because that leg isn't very good at automatic minor adjustments and reactions to being slightly off-kilter, so if my center of balance goes in a direction that my right leg ought to react to correct, I'm likely to have to stagger a bit instead to keep my balance. I keep thinking I should check in with an orthopedist again about it, but it's one of those chronic things where it's hard to say what would push it over the edge into "doing something."
Well, that went interesting places.
I had some fun for dinner last night seeing what unexpected things I could do with stuff on hand. Taco salad! Who knew? The rest of the hamburger thawed out for the lasagna, onions, bell pepper all sauted together with some mixed seasoning that had a bit of garlic and chili in it. Over a bed of lettuce with a dollop of chili verde sauce (from a Christmas present of various salsas) and some plain yogurt in place of sour cream. Sprinkled over with fritos (from my box of assorted snack-size chips I picked up as treats). No guacamole, alas.
I skipped the yardwork on Thursday, in part because the green can is full and I'd need to find things to do that don't create waste. The lawn looks like it's ready for its second haircut of the year and that could probably pack in around the stuff already in the can, so maybe that will be today's task. My bum leg has been giving me annoyance during certain yardwork tasks because my right ankle has been really reminding me that it's weak and prone to turning. When pushing a lawnmower over rather lumpy ground on a variable slope, this is not a good thing. I end up having to step very carefully and mindfully. I don't tend to talk about my bum leg much except in passing references to my sciatica. In brief, after a number of years of aching-type sciatic nerve pain, back about 20 years ago something went *sproing* in my lower spine and pretty much grabbed my right sciatic nerve and gave it a good squeeze. Since then I've had diminished nerve function in that leg, though the amount of function is oddly variable. It manifests in numb patches on my outer calf and upper foot, weakness in my foot extension (I can't really stand on my right toe), a tendency to pronate unless I'm consciously keeping my foot aligned, periodic cramps in the calf (especially if I extend my foot in my sleep), and a measurable amount of muscle-wasting in the calf muscle. Back when it first happened I talked to Kaiser about it, got a lower back scan that didn't find anything obviously fixable, and more or less got told, "It's not bad enough for intervention because that might just make it worse." In everyday terms, it mostly just messes up my balance because that leg isn't very good at automatic minor adjustments and reactions to being slightly off-kilter, so if my center of balance goes in a direction that my right leg ought to react to correct, I'm likely to have to stagger a bit instead to keep my balance. I keep thinking I should check in with an orthopedist again about it, but it's one of those chronic things where it's hard to say what would push it over the edge into "doing something."
Well, that went interesting places.
I had some fun for dinner last night seeing what unexpected things I could do with stuff on hand. Taco salad! Who knew? The rest of the hamburger thawed out for the lasagna, onions, bell pepper all sauted together with some mixed seasoning that had a bit of garlic and chili in it. Over a bed of lettuce with a dollop of chili verde sauce (from a Christmas present of various salsas) and some plain yogurt in place of sour cream. Sprinkled over with fritos (from my box of assorted snack-size chips I picked up as treats). No guacamole, alas.
