My Iron Lung

I have ditched the daily morning park rides in favor of an at least twice-a-week street ride. Got bored going around in circles (or maybe just too lazy to get up really early during mornings). Having fun looking at people in their cars get stuck in traffic while Panda and I roll along merrily. My street/traffic awareness has gone up. My leg strength too. My lungs, unfortunately, will forever remain weak. Although I no longer have to wear my allergy mask (which is an improvement already) I still gasp heavilly for air when going up minor uphills.

And, the Limited Edition BGC Cycle Philippines Tech Polo I ordered arrived a few days ago. I have already worn it a couple of times and I am hoping they would sell the same type of shirt (in size 4XL of course) during the Alaska Cycle Philippines on May. It is made by F2P using what they call "Active Dry Transfer Tech". It is soft, light and thin, yet strong enough to handle my bulges. Yup, I really like this shirt. Remember: "We all can't wear spandex."

I Am Up!

I have been sick. I have been busy. I have been really sick. I have been really busy. This is a cycle that I have been trapped in for the last few months. Hopefully, it is broken now.

The new work term has begun, and I think it will take a couple more weeks before I am fully adjusted to it. My alarm clock is still in full time duty. I long for the time when I can wake up without its help.

Nimbus.

We got sick. Again. Little P. had to be hospitalized. Then it was my turn. Maybe it was a superbug from Pakistan that did us in. Or maybe, it is the city that is slowly killing us.

We are up now. I am still unable to breathe normally but dreaming of fresh air and some time away from work and school. The bad city has a way of getting in the way of things though. Commitments, meetings. Not even a 6-year old is spared. Exams, activities.

This city is bad, really bad.

The Once and Future King

And my big toe is killing me again, exactly a year since our last battle. Must stay away from those nuts. (Man, I love those nuts.) Would not mind now if Little P keeps on finding my stash. This time though, I think it is that "bulalo" that did me in. Somewhere up there a cow is laughing.

Bad Blood

January is almost over. That means only one thing. I am sick. It is a yearly thing now. When the last week of January comes, the gods start to toy with me, putting my body through some really rough days (and nights).

The nebulizer is on standby now. We got this for the little one. It is me though that is regularly hooked up to it. I have no complaints. Better me than her. It feels worse when she is the one on it.

Since the holidays I have been feeling a need to sweat, to let out poisons I have taken in during the past year and are circulating in me. I do not feel right. More than a physical thing, I know it is a mental thing too. My mind is full of traffic jams. My lungs with bad air.

Anybody up for a getaway?!

Throwing Infants Into The Nile

The wifey arrived from Egypt last Saturday night. I welcomed her with a still swollen face, the result of an allergic reaction to some over-the-counter pain reliever. Of course she got me something from the lands of Pyramids. And what is the "best" pasalubong for someone who has the Disease of Kings?? NUTS!! Everyone knows I cannot, for the life of me, resist nuts. I swear she just loves me to death.

Apples, Couches, and Honeybees

I have been real busy at work, munching on apples, and feeding on high-fiber crackers. I have already missed two out of the seven work days so far. That is okay, nobody is losing anything by me being away. At least not yet.

My left foot is slowly healing, the right is back to normal. I think I need "more" rest. It would have been great if they delayed work for another week. I am sure that by then I would be in full work mode and would "rarely" feel the need to be absent.

Yup, lazy as a sofa, that is me! *s

Ugly Bouncing Fishies

I went down to the pool today and put in a few laps. Walking and hopping, not swimming. I figured some form of water exercise could help take away the remaining pain in my left foot. Kids were gawking. Staring and wondering at what the hell I was doing. I wanted to take Popot with me. It would have been a good "reason" why a fat, long-haired but balding, old guy would be there. 

If anybody out there is brave enough to face a "real" challenge, come on over and teach me how to swim. This is something that would really look great on your resume!!

The King Of Hearts

I was still battling Asthma and was still weak from the episode of dehydration when the Gods decided to make me a royalty and gave me The Disease of Kings. I could not stand for four days, both feet giving me tremendous pain even with the lightest touch. I have not walked normally since. The right foot is back to normal now, the left is not. The joint of the big toe is stiff and still hurts.

The past week was great, even with all the sickness I had (have). Spending fun, quality time with the family always numbs away the pain. And yes, I had Lechon.

Looking California, Feeling Minnesota

On the sofa now. The fan is turned off. I can feel sweat dripping down through the folds of my belly. A good sign. Toxins are going out of my system. This long and difficult bout with Asthma (and dehydration) is taking a toll. I am getting some sleep, but I need more. Random, vague stuff seems to be cluttering my mind. Clearing it is a problem. I am still coughing. Might take a few more days before I get rid of it. I need something. I have no idea what.

Authentic Lechon Macau, maybe??

The Second Day

I had a post circling my mind the other day. Totally forgotten now, courtesy of my asthma attack. I think it was something about Pearl Jam's "Avocado" album and how it was a throwback to the Ten days. Anyway, I am on the second day of the attack, still on a Ventolin diet. Having difficulties breathing, I hardly slept the last two nights. I woke up early this morning and both my eyes are puffy. I cannot tell if from the meds or from the lack of sleep. 

Have to go now, my weak lungs are calling.