Saturday, July 31, 2010
Now I know a lot of you skinny people videotape yourselves having sex -- I have never broached that topic with Cindy for fear we would end up on the Discovery Channel as "Never before seen footage of the mating ritual of Harbor Seals!" When you get a sleep study done, they videotape you sleeping. Which weirded me out.
Anyway, if they notice that you stop breathing while you sleep, because the rolls of the fat in your neck close off your airway when you lay down, then they march into your room and fit you with this goofy-looking breathing machine that goes over your nose and forces air down your throat so the Egg McMuffin you had for breakfast that was added to your jowels doesn't choke you to death.
Last night I drove to Milwaukie, where they have a sleep lab. This very nice lady then explained to me how it works. Then I got to watch a marketing video by the people who make the CPAP Machines. Sure they explain the "disease" and then go on about how great their machines are. It's like watching an "educational" video about the new Mustang GT.
The technician was nice, and then started wiring me up. Bunch of sensors on my face, scalp, chest, legs and even behind my ears. Two belts across my chest and gut to monitor breathing, and then a heart monitor on my finger to measure blood oxygen levels. Lights out, now go to sleep.
So as I am laying there, I can hear the whirring of the camera gears as she moved it around. I couldn't get to sleep. Finally, when I did fall asleep she came on over the intercom "MR. JOHNSON, CAN YOU PLEASE SLEEP ON YOU BACK FOR 10 MINUTES?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin for two reasons. One, God was telling me how I should sleep (I was still asleep when thinking this so give me a break) and two, God was a woman, which means all men are going to Hell.
I was woken up again at around 3 a.m. and told that I didn't meet the threshold for needing to be hooked up to a CPAP Machine during the test. Good news. However, the salespeople, errr, sleep doctors might look at the study and determine I still need the machine.
I woke up at 6 a.m., had all the stuff taken off me, and then drove home. Where I discovered that taking a sleep tests means that they put the sensors on with tree sap. So now, in different areas of my body where the sensors were attached, it feels like I rubbed pine sap on my skin. So far today I am on my third shower. Most of the sap is gone, however, the glue behind my ears I can't seem to get rid of, and it is driving me crazy.
This week was nuts because I was in Ashland Monday and Tuesday, then slept in Milwaukie Friday night. What I need is a couple of nights home, in my own bed, and I think then I will feel good again.
Anyway, sorry for the complaining. Good news, but I am ready for a good night's sleep.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
OK, remember the old bald guy on Baywatch that you never really noticed but was always there to keep the show "real."
He was my hero tonight.
The girls have been taking swimming lessons for the last three years and during lesson time there is a lap swim that you can do on another part of the pool. I have never tried it for fear of being harpooned.
Recently I have seen that wonderful show called "Whale Wars" where hippies, err, environmentalists, go to Antarctica to protect whales from the Japanese. South Park did an excellent job of showing the amazing work the Sea Shepherds do here: Whale Whores.
Tonight, I donned my board shorts (admit it you thought I was going to say Speedos) and hit the pool to see how I would do in the lap swim.
I raced to the pool from the shower area, afraid that someone was going to scream "OH MY GOD IT'S THE POLAR BEAR FROM LOST!!!"
I was trying to be inconspicuous, but once I got my girth into the pool, a small tsunami of "2012" proportions washed several small children in lessons out of the pool and onto the grass outside the Canby Swim Center. Once the warning sirens stopped, I got a kick board and started out for the other end of the pool.
I kicked some more.
I kicked even more.
I wasn't moving.
Finally, I gave up, pushed the blue board out of my way, and flailed my way to the other end of the pool, grabbing the attention of three lifeguards. When I finished splashing my way across the pool, I was met at the edge by three guys, all with a very concerned look on their faces.
"Sure you want to be in the deep end?" -- This one made me feel like my 2-year-old Lilly.
"You OK man?" -- This one looked around like he was looking for a crane to help lift me out of the pool like they used for Keiko.
"Try keeping your feet closer to the surface, use your core." -- This one obviously didn't see my core is filled with marshmallow filling.
I made it back to the other end of the pool without incident, but all three guys were keeping a watchful eye on me.
I popped up out of my swimming position and look at them, "Everything is going great! Haven't been harpooned yet."
They laughed, but I could still see they were concerned.
"You know, we have fins you can use," said the helpful one, who finally realized I had no core muscles.
"I need an outboard," was my reply, as I put the fins on my feet. I was sure water wings were going to be next.
Over the course of the next 30 minutes, I lost track of how many times I went back and forth.
All I know is that when I got out of the pool, my legs wouldn't work anymore. My arms were sore, and I was kind of dizzy. Funny, didn't even feel like I was working out.
I am writing this tonight because I can't move from my computer. My legs are jelly and Cindy is putting the girls to bed. Oh sure I have work to do, but the notepads are across the room, so I can't get to my notes.
Hopefully Cindy will finish soon so I can have some help getting up.
Important lesson learned today: the pool is safe, thanks to Sea Shepherd and Baywatch.
I think this could be the start of a new chapter in Operation: Fat Ass.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
I didn't realize when I had kids that life would turn into constant white water, running from one appointment to another, finding babysitters, cleaning up toys, talking about poop way, way too much.
While I do tend to run around, joking, laughing and talking probably too much, I do like to take time every now and then and just think and analyze.
Recently I have been having this internal conflict. I am hurling toward the time when I will be able to go back to full time. Now, ignoring the fact that the newspaper industry has recently had some issues and I may never get another full time job, the bigger question is do I want to go back?
I am a competitive person, and I also love what I do. It's like a drug. But there is one part of what I do that I absolutely hate with every fiber of my being: death stories.
Just last week I got to see my co-worker at The Wilsonville Spokesman cover a funeral -- his third since I started in June of '08. He did great work, getting some pretty powerful pictures and writing a story about a poor family trying to deal with losing their son to a swimming accident.
It reminded me of just what it means to go full-time. To chase not just the fun City Hall story, the interesting feature or the latest political intrigue, but to cover the missing kids, the murdered wives, the teens that die in car crashes. Makes me pause.
Does that mean I have lost my edge?
Today, however, as I was driving in the car, going to cover some things I have never experienced before, and quite honestly wouldn't experience if it wasn't for my profession, it hit me. No matter what happens in the next 12 months, I get paid to write. I get paid to go to city meetings and make sense of them. I get paid to go on vacation and write about it. I get paid to have a great time at this moment in time.
You really can't beat that.
Now, if you will excuse me, I probably should get some sleep... :)
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I have a bunch of work this week and won't get to spend much time with the girls.
Here we are with about 6 weeks left of summer, so when I things slow down I am going to plan an adventure or two with the rugrats.
Maybe an off swim lesson trip to the pool. I think I will need Cindy's help with that, because watching two in the pool could be tricky.
I will post some entries over the next day or two. I may get some time while I am waiting for appointments.
Hope you all had a good weekend. Post a comment, I want to see if anyone is migrating over from Facebook.
All the best!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
OK, so sorry about the detour. I decided for about a year that Facebook was easier to use than just updating the blog. Well, Facebook sucks.
So I have decided to keep up with this blog again. I can post here and yes, the entire world can see it, but they have to be looking for it. Some of the posts might be short, or just photos, but I figured I would switch back to this. Plus more family like this than Facebook.
Sorry about that. :)