Penny Cooper is holding a paper towel with handwritten health directions, including "lose 10% of body weight for health" and "youtube 17 year olds and rotary phone".
Penny Cooper loves lists, but she did not write this one––my doctor did. I went in for a worrisome ache, and she said, "good news: it's just age".
Good news in that it's not cancer or something like that, that is.
I know I can do more to counterbalance the effects of age.
My doctor is my age––I like her and we always laugh a lot.
I said, "Well, . . . and extra body weight adds to the effects of age and gravity".
Of course she agreed, but I like that it wasn't she who said it, (as if I didn't know).
I asked if she'd write out some of the things we'd talked about, and she said she would add them to the visit notes to be printed out.
"No," I said, "would you write them on paper, like the way doctors used to have a prescription pad?"
She laughed and got up and took a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall––the only paper in the room.
She recommended laughter too--hence the youtube of teenagers trying to figure out how to use a rotary phone.
I thought it was more interesting than funny:
primate problem-solving in action.
I am starting with this one part of the prescription:
"Try to avoid or limit white flour".
If I could, that would eliminate the donated bakery crap at the store that I have a hard time walking away from.
We'll see... I never seem to get far with my health schemes for long, but I also believe that repeated efforts (to move more and eat beautiful foods) help.
And age is my friend---it is nudging me: "You want to do this."
I do!
Try, try again.
I didn't go back to the young (23?) personal trainer I'd seen twice--the one I said was rather chilly. She had Ernest Hemingway tattoos, which illustrates her attitude––people who admire EH are, what?
Given to admiring the beautiful macho?
And here I am, telling her I have arthritis in my hands.
She simply disregarded that information, and had me do weight-lifting exercises that relied on my hands as fulcrums.
My hands ached for a week afterward.
I still have 3 sessions left at the YM, so I'll try someone else, and know to say no to exercises that are heavy on my hands.
The Reds, meanwhile, are eating a strawberry tart--you can see it in the bucket of the frontloader.
Penny Cooper loves lists, but she did not write this one––my doctor did. I went in for a worrisome ache, and she said, "good news: it's just age".
Good news in that it's not cancer or something like that, that is.
I know I can do more to counterbalance the effects of age.
My doctor is my age––I like her and we always laugh a lot.
I said, "Well, . . . and extra body weight adds to the effects of age and gravity".
Of course she agreed, but I like that it wasn't she who said it, (as if I didn't know).
I asked if she'd write out some of the things we'd talked about, and she said she would add them to the visit notes to be printed out.
"No," I said, "would you write them on paper, like the way doctors used to have a prescription pad?"
She laughed and got up and took a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall––the only paper in the room.
She recommended laughter too--hence the youtube of teenagers trying to figure out how to use a rotary phone.
I thought it was more interesting than funny:
primate problem-solving in action.
I am starting with this one part of the prescription:
"Try to avoid or limit white flour".
If I could, that would eliminate the donated bakery crap at the store that I have a hard time walking away from.
We'll see... I never seem to get far with my health schemes for long, but I also believe that repeated efforts (to move more and eat beautiful foods) help.
And age is my friend---it is nudging me: "You want to do this."
I do!
Try, try again.
I didn't go back to the young (23?) personal trainer I'd seen twice--the one I said was rather chilly. She had Ernest Hemingway tattoos, which illustrates her attitude––people who admire EH are, what?
Given to admiring the beautiful macho?
And here I am, telling her I have arthritis in my hands.
She simply disregarded that information, and had me do weight-lifting exercises that relied on my hands as fulcrums.
My hands ached for a week afterward.
I still have 3 sessions left at the YM, so I'll try someone else, and know to say no to exercises that are heavy on my hands.
The Reds, meanwhile, are eating a strawberry tart--you can see it in the bucket of the frontloader.
