"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
So, I got one of those neat GSR-sensing bathroom scales. *huh* Pretty closely confirmed muscle mass/fat ratio determined by waist-height-weight measurements, but added somee useful details. Approved. *heh* (More data to take with me for next “permission slip” visit o doctor. 😉 I like data to go along with signs he may notice and symptoms I have noticed—if any.)
Now let’s see how a newly modified exercise regimen and some “snake oil” impacts measurements. . . 😉
Just Another Tuesday. *heh*
I feel my mental cogs slipping day by day, so I play memory/card games, read papers (mostly pubmed, given age/health stuff), and try to keep any math I do “between my ears” (though I do account balances/reconciliations on paper).
But still. . . while I can recall mor advanced math concepts, performing actual advanced math is. . . not so much in my wheelhouse, nowadays. *sigh* Neglected for years, such things are all fog, now, and I’m left with simply checking basic math/stats in the papers I read for entertainment and information: my own lil “edutainment” program.
Oh, well. Heading off fairly gently into that good night, I guess.
Car. Retire a car.
We buy used cars. Always have, and probably always will. It’s worked out pretty well for us, but after 10 years on a car we bought used, even with good maintenance and repair all along, sometimes a moderately large repair bill will start the head scratching.
And so it is now with my Wonder Woman’s car, one of our favs over the decades—very comfortable, good handling, excellent fuel economy, etc. While I agree with her desire to keep it and keep it running well, a repair bill equal to 25% of is purchase price 10 years ago is right at the edge of “noper” for me. Still, worth it for her comfort, and the rest of the car checks out as solid, so. . . I’m looking forward to writing the check. I’ll even throw in the almost worthless Haynes manual as a tip. . . 😉
But. . . I almost made a jaunt to see my “permission slip guy” last week. From decades past car “swat” (40mph impact while riding my bike on the shoulder of he road) and resultant surgeries, rehab, etc., “lessons in horsemanship (that I still feel to this date), other broken bones, cuts and unforeseen “piercings” that required medical intervention, the occasional dislocation of knee/hip joints, etc., etc., I had thought I had a good idea what pain was.
Nope. Gout i on another level altogether. *heh*
But. I did discover a combo of thing that have brought me, a week later, to a point where a bit of walking supported by a cane (not used for stability but support: very different uses) is merely uncomfortable as opposed to impossible. *heh* And yeh, dietary changes, too.
The Big Two things?
A diclophenac topical gel, and a set of foot and leg air massager boots (for circulation and relaxation). The diclophenac gel has done a GREAT job dealing with the pain and even the edema (though there is still some of both, of course), but over he last two days’ use of the massager units, I’ve seen a remarkable decrease in the swelling after each use. Apparently, its use ameliorating some effects of arthritis (gout is a form of arthritis) is solid.
I have planned and prepared for other things to avert future gout attacks, but for now, I am just pleased to be able to walk again. *heh*
There are comment threads on social media that seem designed to be proof that Mark Twain was right when he said, “No amount of evidence will ever persuade an idiot,” and that Schiller expressed an eternal truth [via Talbot in “Maid of Orleans”] when he wrote, “Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.”
Sadly, more and more, social media seems all too often to reflect the real world society around us. . . *sigh*