Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Bird Watching

Walking back to the undisclosed resort from a Taco Hell breakfast, I spied this (click to embiggen; no optical zoom on the cheapie phone). Hosts say it's a crane; I thought maybe heron. But it flew off within seconds of my snapping this, and its wingspan was easily 5' or more. That's a lot of bird!

Monday, May 23, 2016

Drink Up, Shriners

Koozies rewl. Koozie weather rawks.

Not that anyone should care, but I completed the doctor-recommended* 40 minutes of heart-accelerating walking, covered 1.4 miles and came back with a blood pressure of 128/74, and a heart rate of 89bpm.

Not that anyone should care also, but now you can keep tabs on what I eat and how much I drink by clicking this link, or the My Fatness Pal logo, top right of this blog screen. Smoking, I will keep to myself.

* The psychopathological cardiothoracic surgeon made that recommendation, so maybe it was to KILL me. He said I should work up to that much constant activity per day, not that it should be fast, but that it be contiguous, without rests.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Sixteen Minutes

... to cross the park, Thursday. I took a completely unauthorized leave-of-absense after my cardiologist visit to catch a city bus to head out to visit Gary and Kitteh Bob. Boy, was everyone in eastern Kentucky healthcare pissed at me, yesterday (my last day in the nursing facility)!

I left the appointment, which was essentially at the hospital, and walked to the park, next door. I started timing this after resting the first time by the pond:

I had to cross the park to catch the right bus to get me to Westwood, so...

Plaza next to Boyd County Public Library
So, endurance training... gotta work up from babylungs. Maybe with Babymetal!


Monday, May 09, 2016

Get A Nurse Drunk Week

Did you get a nurse drunk this weekend?  No? Well, you have the rest of the week to make it official.

Love your nurses, folx. They're the heroes.

Saturday, May 07, 2016


Oh LUV her!

I sound out of breath, right? Not my imagination?

Thursday, May 05, 2016

Flars 'n' Shit

Sun, cold, bloomy.

Cardiocutter's office. He's a rockstar.

 U.S. 23 East, on the way to the doc's.

Jack the Therapooch.

Flutterbies and beemblebiz!

TimeWarner sucks in all multiverses.

I quilt!