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| Monday, October 11, 2004 |
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Loose links 
| | Catching up on stuff I don't have more time to discuss... |
Reeveprieve
| | That thing above is the fireplace/grill/whatever on our back patio. It gets no use, but construction dust accumulates on the copper hood. So on Saturday, while we were preparing for the kid's birthday party on Sunday, I climbed up there with a feather duster to clean it off. And somewhere in the midst of that, I stepped off into space and fell, hitting my side and knee on the brick, pivoting backwards and landing on my shoulders and head. |
| | I heard a sharp cracking sound and had the wind knocked out of me. I was barely conscious at first, and determined to stay that way, even though I was highly disoriented and couldn't remember phone numbers to tell the kid to call (he got to watch the whole thing). I was concerned about the condition of my skull and brain, so I didn't pay attention to the other bruises. For awhile there I thought about Christopher Reeve, and thanked God I wasn't a lot worse off. (Although I also kept thinking... what if something's bleeding in my skull and I don't know...?) |
| | By the time I got to the emergency room, the emergency was over. Cognitive function (joking, sarcasm, remembered phone numbers) had returned, and instead they spent an hour flushing chunks of brick and cinder out of my knee, where (curiously) there's really no pain. Or damage. The whole accident was about on par with a spill from a bike. |
| | So I'm fine. More importantly, the whole thing made me aware of a fact I'd been avoiding for too many years: I'm way out of shape. |
| | I remember something Dave told me while he was recovering from heart surgery: smoking almost killed him, but walking saved his life. If he hadn't been a committed walker, he might not have known something was wrong. Dave is much younger than me. |
| | So today I started walking. |
| | Our house is half way up a thousand-foot hill. The grade from here to the top is fairly steep. I took it at a brisk pace today, listening to Jason Calcanis' podcasts of various Web 2.0 panels, deposited in my new iPod Mini by iPodder. It went better than I expected. I got winded, but it felt good, too. |
| | I plan to keep it up. If less blogging (and everything else) results (which I doubt), at least the exercise raises the chance I'll still be here. |
| | Related: This morning I learned that Christopher Reeve had just died. While an extreme bummer (after all that work on recovery... jeez...), his departure seemed extra meaningful, somehow. |
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