Who knew getting your blood drawn could make you feel so much better!? As previously mentioned a while back, my blood has gotten too thick as of late. The thickness was leading to high blood pressure and was causing my heart to work harder.
I finally got around to scheduling the appointment and what a difference it made. I’d sort of settled into a routine of taking a low-dose BP med every morning to keep myself from getting throbbing headaches. However, by bedtime it would be back to a dull throb which often interfered with my ability to fall asleep at night. I guess I hadn’t realized how much it impacted me. I mean it did progress slowly so it sort of snuck up on me. The first couple nights afterwards were lovely, no throbbing, no discomfort, no weird sensations. Lovely.
I’ll probably have to start going on a regular basis. Depending on how quickly it builds back up, I could need a treatment every 3 to 6 months. I can just barely feel the tension/pressure now. The lady at the blood bank was raving at how great my blood looked. She kept ‘tsk tsking’ about how it was such a waste to throw it away. I’m not sure why but I was tickled by it.
Having brought it up in conversation a few times in the past couple months, I discovered the procedure is way more common than I realized. I had several friends who do or have done it. The blood bank has whole blocks of appointments they set aside just for this type of service. Who knew?
So that tat is coming along nicely! I finished the shading this past Friday.
The red is not color but irritation from the needle. That will eventually fade into gray shading. The bands are now officially done. Next on the agenda is color! And I still haven’t ironed’em out yet. I leaning heavily toward blue and red in the big one but haven’t decided the two smaller ones. I’m thinking of green for sure but the rest is a guess at the moment. Yellow and orange are not my favorite colors and they don’t really show up well in tattoos. Purple is an idea but it tends to be very dark and blends too much with black. You can see from my back tattoo (below) the dangers of putting like colors too close together.
Basically, I want the colors to really stand out. Luke suggested I get some magic markers and play around with colors until I find what I like. A good idea. Of course, there are also shades of colors vs primaries too. I could do shades of blue and red on each one. The wheels are turning…suggestions?
Ok, I couldn’t help showing off one more pic. I totally love it! The idea of what I wanted is slowly coming to life and I can’t wait for the final product. I have a sneaky suspicion I’ll be adding more to it though. The inside shoulder looks a tad bare and begs for either another strand or something to compliment the strand look. The inside I’m not overly worried about as you almost never see it (and it hurts like a bitch to ink).
So whaddya think?
I’m tinkering with a new theme. Whaddya think? Yes, I know the links on the side are dead at the moment. If I can add the header images back and update the sidepage tabs I might just keep it.
OH, and if you use an openid login, please try it and see if it works.
*update – people seem to be having trouble with the comments AND the design so back to the old one for now.*
So in anticipation of my changing schedule,1 I’m already altering my gym routine. The last time I was on a 4-10 shift, I really struggled to keep up with a consistent work-out schedule. I’m hoping to prevent that this time around. Instead of working muscle groups, I’ll work 1 primary muscle a day (along w/supporting muscles). I’ll also increase the frequency of days in the gym to make up for the shorter workouts. I’m hoping these two changes will help me cope with the lack of free time on work days. *crossed fingers*
For all my setbacks this year, I have done a decent job of keeping to a consistent schedule. The motorcycle accident set me way back but I managed to bounce back. The one good thing from the accident is I managed to get myself into doing more cardio. It has paid off as I’m a tad leaner than I’ve been in about 8 years.2
And for all my bitchin’, I am looking forward to the 3-day weekends again. Especially, since I’ll have Fri/Sat/Sunday’s off. It is a premium slot and I am grateful I could pull it. I’m thinking Friday’s will by errand days. Typical shit. Lunches for the next week, chores around the house, beat off, blah blah blah…
I’m hoping everyone had a good Christmas today. Or, happy holiday, Hanukkah, Kwanza, or whatever floats your boat. Be grateful you are alive and have a roof over your head. For many this year, things are a bit blue with the economy so bad. And while there is obviously hope for the future, it is hard to be optimistic when you aren’t sure where you next meal might come from. If you are reading this, I’m sending you well wishes and warm fuzzy feelings.
Beyond a very peculiar occurrence yesterday morning it was a pretty uneventful day. The day started with a flurry of text messages from friends and family exchanging holiday wishes. Knowing the gym was closed, I laid my ass in bed until the desire for food finally forced me outdoors.
While I’m walking down to the ‘hood to get some grub, I did have a very odd experience. I’m crossing at the crosswalk when a giant suburban pulls up, the guy whistles and asks directions to the nearest hospital. Being a typical control freak, I couldn’t just answer. lol I asked what the emergency was as it might change his destination.1 He seemed very reticent so I volunteered that I was an EMT. At that point, his face beamed and he spilled his guts in a flurry of parental worry. It seems his 20 year old daughter (sitting in the back) was experiencing…wait for it…wait for it….are you ready…anal bleeding. OH yes, you read it right. I admit I was a little surprised. Of course, I had very negative thoughts but seeing his whole family piled in with him and no signs of emotional distress, any ideas of foul play quickly evaporated. I spoke to the young lady and discussed the problem. She was more embarrassed than anything, not that I blame her. Anyway, after some questions and more assurances, I was confident she wasn’t in immediate danger and directed them on their way. I walked away almost laughing at the oddity of the situation. Seriously, what are the odds? I was still giggling as I woofed down my lunch and headed back home to get ready for work.
And how was your holiday?