“You’re going to live for a long time.”

so said my doctor at my checkup today. He assures me that the coughing fits are normal, nothing to worry about, and should go away soon. I had a series of breathing tests today that I evidently passed with flying colors. When he listened to my breathing he said things sounded much much improved from before. However, he added that it will take the lung about six months to recover even though I’ll feel fine in another month or so (he did add that I wall always have some scaring on the lung and to be sure to tell any other doctor who x-rays my chest about my surgery so the scars don’t alarm them).

As far as my general health was concerned the results of my blood work and heart stress test that I had done previously came back even better than could be expected. He made a couple of comments about how strong my heart was (specifically saying something about my right ventricle still being able to do x,y,z which is unusually for someone my age). That’s when he tossed in the “you’re going to live for a long time” comment. And, Marilyn, to address your comment on my other post – it appears my general health is fine so I must be doing something right.

On the other hand, I also had an appointment with the dermatologist. I was overdue for a checkup on my skin cancer (my dermatoligist retired and left town, so I had to find a new one) plus my whole body itches and I’ve been scratching like crazy. I got a clean bill of health on the skin cancer checkup but not so when it came to the itch. The dermatologist handed me a checklist of things I could do to address the itching and it turns out that I’m doing them all wrong.

Here’s the complete list:

– Don’t take hot showers – use comfortably cool water (I take showers as hot as I can stand).
– Keep showers brief – no more than ten minutes (I like long hot showers)
– Use unscented soap substitute like Dove, Oil of Olay, etc. NEVER use Ivory or perfumed deodorant soaps like Irish Spring, Coast, etc (I use Irish Spring).
– Use a bath oil (I don’t take baths).
– Pat skin dry. DO NOT rub briskly with a towel (I always rub myself down with a towel).
– Lubricate your skin with a moisturizer (I never use one),
– Consider a humidifier especially during winter months (nope – don’t have one).

Looks like I have some habits I’m going to have to change.

Making Progress

I figured I was probably overdue for giving everyone an update on my progress.  I’m fairly pleased with the way things have gone the last ten days or so.  For the longest while, I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere but things have definitely improved recently.

In a way it’s kind of funny.  I measure progress in my ability to do normal things that people take for granted. It was about ten days ago when I was first able to take a shower, shave, brush my teeth, and get dressed without having to take a break between the activities.  This past Friday was the first time that I was able to do my grocery shopping all in one pass.  Previously I couldn’t walk all the way through the grocery store without having a huge coughing fit so I’d have to do half the shopping one day, half the next.

I actually made my first pass at regaining a social life a week ago today.  I went downtown to pick out my Santa grab bag gift last Monday evening and decided to stop into the Tavern and see the folk there (had my first beer since the last week of September).  As it turns out, that was probably a little premature.  I don’t get to talk much sitting home all day and I discovered at the Tavern that trying to carry on a conversation was enough to occasionally set off a coughing attack.  Just talking also weakend me enough that when I went out to put money in my meter (about a 100 foot walk), I suffered one of my major coughing fits (I define a major fit as one that triggers a gag reflex).  

That little experiment made me retreat back to my cubby hole for the rest of the week.  By the end of the week though, I was feeling pretty good.  I was no longer having a daily major coughing fit that would end up in my throwing up (that had been going on for almost a month and I am quite pleased that it ended).  I was starting to regain my appetite.   When I would cough I would no longer cough up a bunch of sputum (I went through a dozen or so boxes of Kleenex in my first month back – I now have four boxes strategically placed around the house and they will probably last me a couple of years).  And I was generally feeling pretty good. So good, in fact, that I actually checked on airline fares for Xmas (my great rate was still available which got me thinking).

Those thoughts ended Friday night.  I made a major shopping excursion to the supermarket, one that required four trips from the car to the house to lug the groceries in.  That walk is only about 100 feet but I really could feel the exertion on each trip.  Sure enough the final haul triggered a fit.  Halfway down the walk I’m gagging and throwing up.  That gave me images of me walking through O’Hare carrying my luggage and suddenly having an attack in the terminal.  Suddenly the trip didn’t sound like a good idea (the reality is the biggest problem would probably be the exposure to all sorts of oddball germs on the plane – my resistance to any sort of infection is probably pretty low right now and the last thing I need is to catch some sort of respiratory bug).  

Still I have been starting to regain a normal life bit by bit.  The one thing that I have been doing all along is going to Penn State basketball games.   There was one Saturday night and I actually met some of my buddies for a pregame beer for the first time.  I still had a bit of a coughing problem as I tried to carry on a conversation but it was good to get out.  I also had a first in the five games that I’ve been to.  My seat is in the lower part of the arena and i have to walk up about 30 steps to leave.  At the previous games, I would have to stop and rest after hiking up the steps before continuing out to my car (I park about 100 yards from the arena).   This time I was able to make it all the way (although it did trigger a coughing attack – still getting there all in one phase was an accomplishment).

I’m suppose to meet some friends for lunch on Wednesday so I’ll get another chance at carrying on a conversation this week.  I’ll let all know how that goes.

P.S.  One further thing to report.  My weight continues to remain around 170.  While I have regained my appetite some, i.e. I no longer have to force myself to eat, it’s easily satiated so the portions that I have been eating are smaller than they used to be.  I suppose that’s good.  Since it appears that my weight isn’t going to rapidly return, I actually went out and bought a new pair of jeans.  I’m sure I could fit into a size 34 but I decided to get a 36 with the expectation that SOME of the weight is bound to come back any day.  I’ve measured the difference in the belt holes that I’m using and I’ve taken eight inches off my waist.  That’s consistent with the size 42 pants that I was wearing the summer before last.

My daily routine

I had really wanted to give everyone more frequent updates on how I’m doing and more background on the whole incident but the recovery process just hasn’t allowed it.  However, I’m starting to have a couple of moments where I’m semi-functional so I’m going to try and catch up over the next few days.

First of all, the important thing to remember is the more normality that I can bring back to my routine the better.  Sitting in bed and having someone take care of me would be the absolute worst thing.  Doing things will help me regain my functionality – having things done for me will not.  Pretty much doing anything is exhaustive but it’s all part of the physical therapy process of recovery.

Having said that, “normality” is a long way off – and I’m talking simple, normal things like showering, shaving, brushing my teeth, making a meal, etc.  I  can’t do any of the above like “normal” (well showering perhaps but it still exhausts me for a half hour or so).

Another thing that’s strangely disruptive is trying to have a conversation (which is what makes this blog a real help in letting all know what’s going on).  I can’t really carry on a conversation in public. (trying to talk to someone who can’t get a full sentence out without breaking out in a cough doesn’t lead to much of an intellectual exchange).   Lying in bed having a phone conversations is better but anything longer than 5 minutes or so is starting to push it.  The good news is that there’s no real after effect from talking on the phone. It’s not like I have to rest and recover afterward.  It’s just annoying that I have trouble getting full sentences out.

With that as background, my daily routine can be described pretty simply.  The worst part of the day is when I wake up in the morning.  I feel like crap, I’ll undoubtedly have a coughing attack or two right away, and the simple effort of getting some nourishment in me to start the day becomes a bear.  The rest of the day becomes a series of trying to do normal things around the house, like getting dressed or taking out the trash, each of which might be followed by a 15 minute or so rest or nap, and occassionally even venturing outside of the house to run an errand or two – those can last from 30 minutes to a couple of hours and usually result in serious downtime, maybe 3-4 hour naps, when I return home.  All of which strangely seems to lead to a brief period at the end of the “day” where I feel semi-normal for a bit (I put “day” in quotes because even though it’s about 5 am Sunday morning, it’s still part of the Saturday “day” for me).

I should have explained earlier that I constanly have a low grade fever (i.e. under 100).  The doctors have explained that that’s normal during the recovery and nothing to worry about unless it starts jumping over 100.  So part of my feeling like crap is dealing with this low grade fever.  Everyone’s familiar with the feeling of being a little under the weather, where they have a slight fever, they often feel clammy, and they sometimes break out in a cold sweat.  That’s me constantly.  But in these moments at the end of the day where I feel good, the fever seems to break for a bit, and I can be a little bit normal for a few minutes (for example, I just got up, went downstairs, grabbed a soda and an ice cream, and came back upstairs and got back on the computer without anything happening – no coughing fits, no need to rest for a couple of minutes after my excursion – I was able to get right back on the computer as if I hadn’t even left – that’s usually not possible). 

So now here’s a very much more specific breakdown of today.  Today was going to be a “full” day for me. There were three must-do items on today’s agenda.   One, I popped a lens out of my glasses when I didn’t realize they were under the covers with me when I got in bed last night so I had to make a trip to get them fixed.  Two, I had to watch the PSU/Iowa football game at 3:30 EST.  Three, my antibiotic perscription ran out today so I needed to get it refilled.  

Now if I could somehow find a way that have my feel good moments occurr in the afternoons rather than the middle of the night, things would be a lot simpler.  But they don’t, so my external errands all need to be run in moments when I’m not feeling particularly well – and that’s not very helpful.  I had hoped to be able to combine both my glasses and perscription errands into one run in early afternoon so I could relax and watch the game in the afternoon.  Didn’t quite work out that way.

I woke up about 10 am and knew early on it wasn’t going to be a fun day.  Things started out with a couple of nasty coughing attacks each of which resulted in my collapsing back in bed to rest for a half hour or so. It wasn’t until amost noon that I was able to drag myself downstairs to get something to eat – and that process took about another hour.   So now I’m sitting at 1 pm and I realize I’m probably not going to find a good moment to run the errands and am just going to have to force myself.   I call the pharmacist to make sure I won’t have to wait while the prescription is refilled and the pharmacist tells me that they can’t have it done until 4 pm and that they close at 6 pm.  Oops – that means I won’t be able to combine the two errands No big deal and as it turns out doing both would have probably been two much anyway but it does mean that I’ll have to break away from the PSU game at halftime to pick up the refill – but with TiVo that’s not a real problem anyway.

 

To be continued…

 

I had hoped to get the whole story of today out in one post but I’m starting to feel tired (not exhausted tired, sleepy tired).   Even when I’m in feel good mode it still takes an abnormally long time to get things done. I’ve been sitting at this computer for almost three hours typing this.  Probably a good idea for me to go to bed and get some sleep.   More to come when Sunday’s feel good period hits.

I’m home

After a two week hospital stay fighting pnuemonia complicated by an ecoli infection, I was finally allowed to go home yesterday.  I’m feeling better but have a long way to go (heck, it took me 24 hours before I even got to the computer – still haven’t turned a tv on).  The docs say to expect it to take 6-8 weeks before I even start to feel close to normal – that doesn’t bode well for my making Chi for xmas.

When I’m feeling up to it I’ll provide an update on exactly what happened – at least to the best of my knowledge.

GrandMar Breaks Blake’s Leg!

It happened on Monday at the park. I took Reid and Blake for a walk. I had decided the week before that I can’t handle Blake at the park while trying to keep an eye on Reid, so we walked in the opposite direction than we normally do. After a few blocks, Blake started pointing and saying “this, this” (meaning he wanted me to turn this way. Thinking I was no where near the park, I followed his directions. Well, before long, Blake had directed me to another park. It was much smaller, only a few kids. I thought, OK I can handle this and still keep Reid in sight while he sits in his stroller. Unfortunately, within two minutes Blake was bored with the baby swings and slides (keep in mind he’s only 20 months old). After picking him up four times and carrying him away from the older kids’ slides, I decided he could go down one of the slides as long as he sat on GrandMar’s lap. Big mistake! Halfway down, Blake stuck his foot out. Obviously our momentum coupled with my weight didn’t stop us and his tiny little leg just snapped. I won’t go into any more details, but it was pretty traumatic…for me as well as Blake. He’s OK now, with a cast from the tip of his toes to the middle of his thigh.

Gary, his recovery reminds me of you as a child after surgery…how we had to find ways to occupy you on your tummy. It’s amazing how resilient children are. You never seemed frustrated and neither does Blake.  I haven’t taken any pictures yet…maybe I’ll get one this weekend when Uncle Gary visits!

Oh My Aching Knees!

Well, one anyway. The other isn’t so bad. Today I’m going to get my left knee “scoped”.

I have a “torn meniscus”. Don’t know yet how extensive, but I don’t think it’s too bad. The other knee shows some degeneration, but doesn’t need surgery yet.

How many of us have had knee surgery?

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My “unretirement”

Today was the Beer Mile. I would have to label my performance a qualified success. I had a few goals in mind when I committed to the race a couple of months ago and I met several.

My first objective was to lose some weight. When I decided to do this back in July I weighed 244.5 lbs – grossly overweight. I ambitiously set a goal of losing 30 lbs by race day. My battery died on my scale Friday so I don’t know exactly what my weight was today (the scale uses a 3 volt watch battery which isn’t exactly carried by your local mini mart). However, I was at 222 lbs Friday so I’m pretty pleased with the 22.5 lb loss even if I didn’t make my target weight (I’m going to keep working on getting it down further).

My next objective was to break 15 minutes. As a reminder, the rules of the race call for the runners to drink a 12 oz can of beer, run a quarter mile, then repeat three times. When I told my buddy Kevin (he’s the Tavern bartender, and former race winner (specifically in 2004), that invited me to participate) that that was what I wanted to do, he looked at me askance and said “that’s pretty aggressive, that would have beat my time last year”. I assured him that I thought it was doable.

However, I also acknowledged that one of my competitive advantages in the Phi Psi 500 was going to be negated by a specific Beer Mile rule. One thing that set me apart in the Phi Psi was the ability to throw up without having it affect my ability to run (one year I ever ralphed without breaking stride). In the Beer Mile, though, you are penalized if you throw up by having to run an extra lap (once you throw up though, you’re golden – you can throw up as many times as you would like after that – the max penalty is just that one lap). While I continued to publicly state that my objective was 15 minutes, I privately acknowledged to Kevin that I was worried about throwing up and would be happy with a 20 minute time if I had to do the extra lap.

One of the things that my experience in this race has taught me is that getting the beer down while you are breathing heavily is difficult (Ron will attest to this 😆 ). That factored into my strategy. Basically, I formulated a plan that called for me to walk about the last 100 yards of each lap so that I would get my breathing under control before I chugged the beer. I figured I could make up considerable time in the beer drinking part of the race by doing this.

Last night I upped the ante a little. I told two of Kevin’s roommates – one current – one ex, who was back in town for the race – that I was planning on beating them. They are both in their late 20s and had run previously with times in the 15-25 minute time frame. I’m not sure that they took the braggadocio of this 62 year old too seriously.

When I got to the race this afternoon I found out some more details of the race. There were about 40 people participating (maybe 30 were running individually but some others were just competing in a relay version). The entrants were broken up into 8 person heats. Kevin and I were in the second heat. Also in heat two were Kevin’s girlfriend Ellen (a runner who had actually beaten Kevin last year), Kevin’s brother Ryan, Kevin’s old roommate Rob who I had boasted that I would beat, and a couple of people that I didn’t know. We would all stand around this high table and would start the chug at the beginning together. At that point, I made another prediction. I told the group that I planned on being first away from the table. I also said that I would probably be last at the halfway point but that my strategy would mean that I would be catching people in the last half of the race.

The actual race started at about 4 PM. In the first group was the two time defending champion so Kevin paid particular attention to him since Kev was intent on winning it again. The champ got away cleanly and was off to the races. His first lap split put him under record time (at least the State College Beer Mile’s record time) but he clearly looked like he was struggling a little with the second beer. By the time he finished the second lap it was clear that he wasn’t going to set a record. He also really struggled with the third beer – he must have taken a good 45 seconds getting it down (Kevin was smiling the whole time). He finally finished it and pulled away from the table. Now the course is set up so that you run about 50 yards to a small track where you do about a 300 yard loop then run back to the start along the same 50 yard stretch that you started out on. As the defending champ started out on his third lap, a girl was approaching him just finishing her second. When they were about 6-8 feet apart he let lose with a projectile vomit that just missed her by inches (I when I say missed, I don’t mean missed her feet, she ducked and it went right over her head). Needless to say that got a HUGE roar from the crowd (it also delighted Kevin because it meant the guy had to do an extra lap and the race was wide open). The winner of that heat finished around 11 something – the former champ’s time was around 12 minutes. At that point, I told Kevin the race was there for his taking. I told him I expected him to lap me during my second and his third lap.

Our group was next. Now while there were a couple of guys running who were 40 or 50ish, I was clearly the oldest and I’m sure some people were looking at me askance. Right then Kevin pointed to me and announced to the crowd “Don’t underestimate him. He’s a former Phi Psi 500 champ”. One of the guys in our heat that I didn’t know turned to me then and said “Yeah but how long ago was that”. “OK. 20 years” I admitted “but experience IS a factor in this race”.

Then our heat started. I slammed the beer down and, true to my prediction, I was the first one away from the table. The race start takes place in this women’s backyard and she has a raised porch which the racers run parallel to for the first 30 feet or so. Most of the crowd spectates from the porch. As I took off, it gave me great pleasure to hear someone in the crowd say “Wow. The old guy is off first”.

I held the lead for about 30 yards before Kevin blew by me. One by one, everyone else in the group passed me too. Sticking to my strategy I walked in the last 100 yards of the lap. I was the last one to get to the table. Kevin had already taken off on his second lap and his brother might have also. This would have to be the point where I made my move. Pop!. Slam! (ok – semi-slam. I did stop to take a breath about 2/3 of the way through the can), and I’m off (I think in third place but things start getting a little fuzzy at this point).

In retrospect, I was perhaps a little too aggressive on the drinking end. I got all of about 15 yards away from the table and started to ralph. I held back the first spasm but realized that there was no way I was going to hold it back for the whole race so I just let it go. Upchuck city – although it was just a small one and wasn’t nearly as spectacular as others I would see that day. However, that meant I was doomed to another lap.

The second lap was a carbon copy of the first. One by one, even though I was third out, one by one, most, if not all, of the others in my group passed me. Also as I predicted, Kevin lapped me with about 50 yards to go in that lap. When I got to the table for my third beer, the others were all standing around drinking their beers… but none of them were downing them too rapidly. Once again, I drew upon my strength – Pop! Semi-Slam! (this time I stopped twice while chugging the beer though), and I’m off again. I even left Kevin at the table doing his fourth beer (he admitted later that he was quite impressed that I arrived after him but left before him). Of course, he repassed me about 10 seconds later.

Again the rest of the group passed me during the lap (to be honest I don’t know if they all did or not but certainly MOST did). As I arrived at the table there was the usual cast of characters there, however, they most definitely were struggling. Once again, I made my move, chugged the beer, and left others standing around nursing theirs. As I pulled away from the table I heard Kevin yell for me to go. I yelled back that I had to pace myself because I had to tack a penalty lap on. Right then, Kev said “Don’t worry. Rob has a half mile to go too.” That helped inspire me.

My strategy now became to just make sure I stayed ahead of Rob. It helped that decidedly fewer people passed me on this lap. Now that was partially because two or three had lapped me and had already finished but it was also true that I had left several of the others a good distance behind still drinking their last beers.

I was walking the last few yards of my mile when the crowd started to yell at me to run because someone was gaining on me. I started to run but yelled back in protest that I still had another penalty lap to run. In retrospect, I’m glad I did because I touched the table just before the guy who was trying to catch me. It was the guy who made the comment to me at the start about “how long ago was that?” It did give me a little satisfaction to know that my time for the mile was actually better than his even if he did beat me in the race because I had a penalty lap tacked on (it also meant that I was able to exactly pinpoint my mile time as 15:41 – not the 15 minutes I had hoped for but also not too bad).

For the last lap, I pretty much went into one of those survivor trots that you’ve no doubt seen many a runner do at the end of their race. I had a couple of hundred yards on Rob and I just had to basically hang on to beat him which I managed to do. A couple of other people, including Kevin’s girlfriend Ellen, did pass me on the last lap though. I think I came in 7th in our group. My final time for the mile and 1/4 was 19:13, so I did get under the 20 minute window that I was worried about with a five lap run.

Jason was in the next group and he started out with a vengance. He downed the first beer and was the first one out in his group. I looked like I might be in trouble. He wasn’t near as quick with the second beer though and by the time he got to the third, I knew he didn’t have a prayer. In fact he must have spent about five minutes at the table downing the third beer (much of the time hanging over the fence behind the table losing his lunch). He finished around 25 minutes.

Kevin did wind up winning the race although it did turn out to be a little difficult. As he was finishing, his brother was a few yards behind him. Kevin slowed up so that they could cross the line together (they finished in 9:48). However, the race commitee refused to recognize this gallantry, declaring that no ties were allowed and made them run a two lap two beer tie-breaking match race. Kevin beat his brother by about 5 seconds this time to win the title for the second time.

I had a lot of fun doing it and might continue to work out to give it a go again next year. I’m curious about how well I coud do if I were actually in any kind of decent shape.

I’m Trying to Get in Shape, too!

Over the past month or so, I’ve been trying to get back into shape by running on a regular basis.  It was actually quite timely, because my first day of running was actually July 4th.  It was the following day that Larry posted his entry about getting serious about doing something about his weight.  BTW, Larry, let’s see some updated figures!

 I had decided I had to get serious too because a few weeks prior when I was packing for our Battle Creek golf trip I tried on some of my golf shorts, and most of them didn’t fit because I had gotten too fat.  I didn’t start running at that time because back in mid-May, I was playing basketball in our driveway with Eric and was attempting to save a ball going out of bounds.  I was right on the edge of the driveway and rolled my right ankle and went down like a pile of bricks.  I was in maybe more pain then I’ve ever felt in my life.  I didn’t see stars, but I did see one bright sun.  Eric was to later say that that was probably the stupidest thing he’s ever seen me do.  The kids are at the age where they show us no sympathy.

 It ends up that I not only sprained my ankle, but several days later I realized that I had strained my achilles.  So due to that injury I wasn’t able to start running until it had healed significantly.  It still is a little tender, but it actually gives me no problems when I’m running.  It’s more bothersome in the morning when I wake up and everything has tightened up.

After a few weeks of running, I decided to start a log of my runs, so I’ve posted it here.  Sorry, no time to make any graphs, but maybe on my next update.

Date Distance Time Min/Mile Comment

I usually run at Moraine Hills State Park a few miles from home.  They’ve got 3 interconnected loops of cinder trails that are great for running.  I usually do the 3.73 mile loop, but have occasionally added a second for a 6.2 mile run.

I haven’t lost much weight, maybe 4 pounds, but my clothes are fitting much better. My goal is to first run the 6.2 mile run in under an hour.  I should be able to do that relatively soon.  As soon as the weather cools down a bit, I’ll give it a go.  My other goal is to see if I can do the 3.73 mile loop in under 30 minutes.  That’s going to be the tough one, but hopefully with another couple of months of serious running and some 50 degree weather and low humidity (as opposed to the 80’s and high humidity I’ve been running in, I just may have a shot of doing it.

 I’ll work on getting my stats to publish a little better, but right now I’ve got to run.  Not literally, I already ran today and it was tough.  I hate running in the morning.  My times are always slower because my body just isn’t ready to perform and I think it goes into shock.

Version 3

UncleLar Weight Graph

This looks a little sloppy because it’s a jpeg that that I had to reduce in size to fit within the blog boundaries. If you click on the file it will look better. I’m now going to cram it in the sidebar and see how it looks there (I suspect messy because of the distortion with reducing the jpeg).

The next step will be to convert these graphs to a vector based format so that they will resize without loosing their aesthetics.

Time to get serious about my weight

My cutback on golf has basically resulted in me getting no exercise at all and my weight has ballooned. Sitting at the ballpark yesterday afternoon, I decided that I’d start an exercise campaign beginning today. From now on, I’m going to walk to the ballgame (the ballpark is about 2.5 miles from home). After the game I’ll either walk home or, if I’m going out for the rest of the evening, I’ll walk downtown (about another 1.25 miles), then take a cab home at the end of the night (a four mile walk on dark roads at 2:00 am isn’t a very good idea).

When the team is away, I’ll use a nice little two mile or so loop that we have in the neighborhood. I started today with a short little 35 minute walk just as a test to make sure that nothing was going to fall apart right away. It felt good to work up a nice little sweat for the first time in a while.

I think I’ll try to figure out a way to put a nice little chart in the sidebar to track my weight loss. I know how everyone was so interested in my health woes, so I’ll try to provide some good news for a change. 🙂

BTW Ron – what ever happened with your weight loss effort? Eighteen months ago you said “I’ll update the blog on a weekly basis to let you know how it’s going.” We’re still waiting for the week two update. ❓ 😆