[Rowing Machine] 2021: Week 40 {231.5} “Sacolroiliac Joint Injection”

It is just before 8am when I’m writing this sentence. I’m in my car, parked near the wheelchair ramp leading up to the clinic where I will receive an injection maybe before 9am to help decrease the pain I can mostly avoid through a sedentary lifestyle which will help increase my mobility so I can live a more productive lifestyle. It’s overcast and soon-to-be Fall. I arrived early – I hadn’t driven in maybe weeks?

I had a lot of recycling to throw out.

I now have a new system for throwing out recycling that is much more efficient: use the cleaned cans of canned food to store small recyclable items like plastic wrappers or toilet paper rolls, and crush them when they’re over 50% full. Sure, that might not be the best for the recycling facility, since they’ll have to remove the excess recycling, but if it all goes to the recyclers, I don’t yet see or know the harm.

Those cans were easier to toss than I thought.

My doctor had a family emergency, delaying my healthcare for a week. It’s sad to hear. I was initially mad, but the past week went with minimal pain, in part because I only move when necessary, and in limited capacities at best. I don’t suspect I’ll be running marathons …ever… But at least with time, as advised by my doctor, I may be able to start throwing out recycling more often, getting groceries, and doing other things to increase my autonomy.

Maybe I’ll even be able to work again?

Never a labor job again, however. At most, an office job where I have some flexibility with my physical environment. I would like that. That implies a level of health where I can go out into an office and work that my broken body can’t perform. What will change because of that? Fewer broadcasts and less time in online communities. This can be good, since any community – work or recreational – can be too insular.

I’ve learned much about myself through this.

I’ve learned the value of a variety of foods for a good diet. I won’t be relying on restaurants for food now, especially since I can cook myriad food items at home. When I meet with friends, sure, we can go out, but regularly? No, a rice cooker and oven will do me well. I’ve also exhausted all of my manic curiosity in online communities. I still enjoy them, but the addiction toward them is gone. I’ve met enough bad people, offline and online, to jade me against the notion of being overly concerned over a thumbs down, a hot take, or someone’s grating opinion.

Now it’s time to go inside at 8:15am.

I am checked in, in the waiting room, waiting for my appointment. As I was sitting down, the security guard that had joked about my disability exited the patient hallway and went outside. It’s good to see they didn’t fire the guard, an older male-presenting individual. Having a conversation with the guard would not be fruitful, so if I can avoid that, all the better.

Same as avoiding conversation with someone online.

It might seem like stating the obvious with these sorts of social norms, but I never learned this growing up. It was only through bouncing around so many online communities over the past 18-some months. Talking to good people about bad people, still talking to bad people, and having none of that really matter was important for me to realize my own boundaries. I am open to new people but when they are harmful, I’m ok with distancing myself. Social distancing is a useful concept to keep.

It’s 8:27am now and I think I’ll write more later.

Endtable
Quotes: None.
Sources: My fitness experiences.
This week’s weight: 231.5
Last week’s weight: 234.0
Weight Difference: I applied some discipline related to not overeating and that helped overall. I had been eating more because I was feeling really bad related to some health problems.
Difference between writing and editing for publication: I wrote this essay prior to getting my first injection. I have now received two, and both offered temporary relief, but have not been the long-term solution[s] I need to return to “normal,” able-bodied living. I have a phone call soon with my doctor to talk about the second injection, and plan from there on what to do.
Inspirations: I found some time to write before my appointment, so rather than screw around and wait, I decided to knock out a quick essay. This proved useful since after the injections, which went well – first the numbing injection, then a five-minute rest, then the steroidal injection. After the injections, I went to get groceries, and then spent the rest of the day relaxing. Were it not for writing this essay in the morning, it might have been difficult for me to write an essay in my normal evening-time timeframe.
Related: Past weekly column entries. Sober Living essays and Tripping On [The American Healthcare System] chapters.
Pictures: Template
Written On: 2021 August 27 [cited in-line]
Last Edited: 2021 August 27 [First draft; final draft for the Internet.]
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