As anyone who read my last entry knows, I like to work out. It's something calming, something I control, and it is therapeutic in ways nothing else is in my life. So during today's lunchtime, I strolled out past our garden to our garage. I offhandedly noted that Kevin had been working on the garden, and caught the barest scent of the chicken manure he'd used in his raised beds. No biggie. It wasn't too bad, and I was raised on a farm - I had smelled far worse.
I started my workout in our de
I think I've done it. After literally years of tinkering and trying different workouts, this week is the first time since I've turned forty that I've managed to work out five days in the same week, and not ended up with aching joints.
My workout of choice had always been weightlifting. I love lifting so much. Change is dramatic, and you get out of it what you put in. There's nothing easy, and you have to push past your notions of what you can do. It's absolutely a mental challenge as well a
Looking at all of the numbers related to the Delta and Omicron variants, I suspected since I'm in healthcare and my husband is in one of those "Essential Services" positions with lots of customer service interaction, that it was only a matter of time before we got hit. The night before, I felt ... odd. Cold. I went to bed dressed in a sweater, sweat pants, a knit cap and two pairs of socks. I woke the next day to largely the same symptoms. But I was feeling mostly okay - to the point where I deb
The chapter I'm currently writing has this scene. It's a scene with a therapist and her client, and I am trying to portray her as clever, caring, and deeply insightful. I mean far more insightful than I could ever be. And let me tell you, that's tricky business.
So I'm faking it. I get the luxury of time, while she has to deal with someone sitting across from her, and she is having to think on her feet. What takes me writing and rewriting, and hours of thought, she does in moments.
There's this album by "The Decemberists", and it's called The Hazards of Love. The first time I heard it, I didn't know it was an epic. It's a story, and it's told from song one to seventeen, in order.
The title fits as well as a tailored glove. It's not all good, and it even ends in ... well, nevermind. I'll let you listen to find out.
Regardless, a couple of days ago, I had this scene slam into my head. If you want to read the unedited, raw scene, it's here. In it, we watch someone s
I've been working on a new sort of story, a sort I've never really written.
I'm writing a story about a "what if" scenario. It's a tale, set in a world much like our own, with one key difference. That is, it's written in a world where Love is Love. Where healthy relationships of all kinds are simply accepted, and there's no social pressure to be something you're not supposed to be.
The difference is actually quite profound. I have to think about it. I have to constantly rewrite bits, b
A reader emailed an article written by a woman detailing her struggles finding acceptance for both herself and her partner. The story details them sort of falling into life in an RV, and making their own path. It's a great read, and she has wonderfully perceptive views. Take a look.
Gay and Lesbian RV Living
After I read it, I was curious; I followed the link in the article to the campground in Florida called The Sawmill.
And there it is. A warmer, sunnier, more tanned, though les
My husband and I had our first night out in over a year in a physically distanced, but indoor dining situation. We went to a spot we love - a little, intimate place with dark, burnt orangey walls, ferrous-stained concrete floors with these glorious cracks filled with rust, and of course a terrific menu.
The servers all wore masks, and all the patrons did too until served. Between courses we masked up again, and were all more than six feet apart from other tables. To add a bit of security, I
Caution: Some personal stuff concerning sex and sexuality is in this post. The reason I post it is for my own thought process, and with the idea that it may prompt other guys to go get tested if they're having problems. That said, here we go.
I'm not very evolved when it comes to some things, I suppose.
I fully accept that there are men out there born genetically female. That's not at issue. I don't define their maleness; my role in knowing and supporting trans folks is to acknowledge
I have a meeting every Monday morning. In that meeting, we discuss SARS-CoV-2, the virus that causes COVID-19, and specifically news and our response to the virus.
Today the following information was released by our medical director, based on a huge sample study of folks who had been previously infected
Concerning reinfection: To date, we have proof that five of thirty-eight million people have been reinfected by SARS-CoV-2. This means once someone gets the virus and
I manage medical labs. Part of that management is I decide which tests ordered by our providers are integrated into our EMR (electronic medical record). Some will never be "mapped," as it's called, because they're esoteric, or just too rarely ordered; it takes effort and time to do this mapping, so we pick and choose which get added.
Well at the request of a number of providers who particularly like this odd genetic-based test for cancer screening, I began the process of mapping this new it
Do you really want to know who I am?
Or do you want the carefully edited version of who I want you to see? Of who I expect you'll want to see?
Because the real me? Well, he's doughtful, and questi0oning, and drunk, and scared. And he doesn't really know what tomorrow will bnring.
Reality is niot clean or carefully designed. It simply is. And if you can't handle that, then you should unfollow this imperfect vessel. And maybe follow someone who will more careully alighn himselrf wi
"My batteries are almost gone, and it's getting dark."
This was the slightly-romanticized description of the last transmission from the little, tenacious rover, Opportunity, on the planet Mars. It had been there and operating for fifteen years - thirteen beyond the wildest dreams of NASA engineers. It heavily depended on solar power, and over time the dust storms on the planet slowly covered its solar cells. That last transmission came when a planet-wide dust storm hit. The rover sent the t
I never thought I'd be playing God.
I manage twelve small clinical labs, including the staff that go along with them. I plotted out minimum staffing levels to run each. I asked for volunteers to go on unemployment while our business contracted, and patients stopped coming in for routine visits. The idea, so beautifully expressed on paper, was to have those "extra" staff waiting - out of the line of fire, and hopefully staying healthy away from the front lines of this epidemic.
One of t
I do not need this right now. I am so freaking busy. But ...
- Scene - I am seated around a table with one of our medical directors (Kelvin), my boss (Stacy) and our risk manager (Koreen).
"Wayne, do you have an update on turn around times for LabCorp COVID-19 samples?"
*I am idly scratching an itch on my neck* "LabCorp is saying their turn around is three days, but it's averaging more like six. Regardless of what we're being told, it's six."
Koreen pipes up. "Should we inclu
The coronavirus is large and in charge in the news cycles right now. Since I work in healthcare, it's sort of center-stage in my world. I'll say this now - though I work in medicine, I am not an expert in virology or epidemiology. However, I have access to both of those types of experts, and I listen very closely to what they're saying.
The overall messaging is: It's likely that there will be a worldwide pandemic. It's likely that there will be a huge disruption of services, due to how many
I got the results of my blood work back a week and a half ago. I will go see my doctor to officially discuss them in a couple of weeks, but he messaged through our electronic health record. He applauded the twenty point drop on my cholesterol, but ... said that he'd still like me to consider statins. That the drop alone isn't enough to push me into the "normal" range for heart-attack risk.
Well, I need one more data point to decide. If what I'm doing is working, even if it's slow ... then m
tim shared his Apricot-Almond baked oatmeal recipe, and I thought ... "Yeah, there are eggs, cream and butter in it, but ... the oats and nuts will help with the cholesterol. It should be okay if I don't go crazy and eat half the pan. Okay, let's go to the store for ingredients!"
Off I go. I spend forty minutes in total driving there, walking around with my barely acceptable "I don't care" hair, selecting stuff, then driving back home. Once back here, I begin the process of prepping the dri
I now have two weeks under my belt, and I'm beginning week three of my workout/meal regimen. I'm still getting used to some things, but it's a lot easier to roll out of bed at 440 than it was when I started. So far I've lost four pounds and gained strength on the bench and under the bar. It's rare for me to do both at once. I am enjoying this combination of routine and meal planning.
If you're interested at all, here's what I'm doing. I hid the details behind spoilers ... because, frankly,
I hate watching people tear down others for simply living their lives. You'd think that within the LGBTQ community we'd have figured out how hurtful and damaging it is to do this to one another, but we've still such a long way to go. Some of it is so very subtle.
People who are pushed to the fringes of an already marginalized community have it the worst. They get used to little jabs, "good-natured" fun at their expense. Usually these come from the people who they depend on to understand the
I recently went to the doctor. Had some routine blood tests done that I've not had in a long time.
My vitamin D levels were low, while cholesterol and a test called CRP (c-reactive protein, a test that shows inflammation) were very high. Even though I work out hard, I'm predisposed to high cholesterol and heart disease.
I have three months to knock my numbers down. If I can't do it on my own, then I go on meds for the rest of my life. I've always said that I won't do medication when ha
Warning: If relationships that include sex with others apart from committed partners offends you then skip this entry.
Like so many of us who have a non-hetero identity, I've done a lot of research on sexuality. I've also researched for stories I write (particularly the one I'm currently posting, Camp Refuge). One that I discovered while researching was demisexuality. Here's urban dictionary's definition of it, and it works pretty well. https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=De
We’re now on the road, headed back from our house-boating vacation.
The first thing we did was load everything onboard, then we got a crash course on not crashing the boat. After our thirty-minute briefing, we pulled away from the dock and onto the open water of Shasta Lake.
Our only goal was to have a good time. To that end, we tooled along on the beautiful and sunny lake until we found a safe, secluded little inlet.
We docked by motoring slowly forward and gently kissing the s
"Good Things are Coming"
I stared down at the carefully written chalk letters on the sidewalk under my feet. I was on a walk during my break, and I wondered why someone wrote such a message.
I continued on my way.
"Good Things are Coming"
'Are they?' I asked myself as I rounded the corner to head around the block and head back toward my office. 'Are they really?' It's so hard to be positive sometimes. I'll admit, I felt a little irritated at the blind, uninformed, and ba
In Fleeting Eternity, Tad, one of the main characters is an artist. He drew in a graphic novel style, and he depicted many of his experiences in a sequential way - essentially creating a wordless, "novel" of his life over the span of a few years.
So many readers asked if the story was based on something I had read, if there was such a book. It made me think about the possibilities, and mourn my lack of skill with drawing.
I'm nothing if not stubborn, so I thought around the problem.