More health complaints - I'm really falling apart. I think I've pulled a muscle in my chest, or back. What was weird was how I felt it developing, like being stabbed slowly, just as I got up early this morning - it was very similar to a temporary ache/pain episode from a couple years back. That time it happened while I was running on the treadmill - sudden, severe pain which didn't seem related to any of the muscular areas one exercises while jogging. Right then I had to stop working out, and didn't feel completely normal (ie pain-free) again for a few weeks; but just like my more common strain or pulled-muscle episodes <1> the pain eventually receded. This time, being an early morning wake-up, I went along to the gym anyway, and didn't feel constrained. (The treadmills were engaged; I had to use the Versa-Climber instead.) It's damned annoying, and even scary, but it's muscular, not pulmonary - I gotta believe the doctor's recent assessment of my lungs' health (although the obvious symptom is slight pain while inhaling, in addition to a general interior ache). I did make a medical appointment today, but not for that - this is for a return visit to the podiatrist - one of the plantar warts he removed with the laser has returned.
Phone call with G at work today - possibilities exist for his coming out here for a couple months' TDY work, but nothing's firm as yet. He gave me more details about his & D's Thanksgiving trip to New Orleans, where he had an encounter with that region's dreaded fire ants.
This weekend I should buy several family Christmas presents, but since I can't figure out what to get, instead I'm planning on seeing art up in the city, and movies; and to buy new bike wheels. The hope is the ideal gifts will appear as I do these other things. D thinks my present for my sister K is entirely inappropriate and must be augmented, although I bought it in Germany just for her. (Tools are seldom considered acceptable gifts among women; I find it difficult to understand why.)
When I got home I listened to some Motown:
... you feel that you can't go on...for reasons of nostalgic regret which I won't detail here, these sounds can really bum me out, which happened this time too. However I'd been thinking about that animated Czech/French film "Fantastic Planet" ("La Planète Sauvage"), and when I checked this weekend's listings, behold: there it was, opening today, a 25th anniversary re-release. I had to drive on down to the San Jose "Towne" cinema this very evening. The other two places I saw this film were the "art houses" of Washington: the "Janus" and the (closed for years) "Cerebrus" <3>. That first screening was quite inscrutable - I talked T into seeing it with me upon its initial release, and the version we saw was so new it didn't even have sub-titles - a weird experience for both of us, who spoke no French. A little later I saw it again with U's sister; then we did get subtitles so I understood almost everything going on. This screening, I had full comprehension (even of the stray French phrase) and best of all by the time it was over my new chest-pain had receded almost entirely. There were previews, but I missed all except the last, which I've forgotten. Did catch the short opening film "L'esgargot", apparently now a traditional accompaniment to the strange planet, but I'd never seen its weirdness before.
TDY - Temporary Duty
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These happen in the lower back - they usually occur
when I'm bending over - a sharp, sudden pain back
there, which rapidly decreases to just a slight ache
unless my movements reach certain areas or
limits - then it hurts! - a stabbing pain. Lots of
stretching aides in the recovery, and I think a
lack of exercise and stretching of the effected
muscles is the root cause of all this.
"Reach Out I'll Be There", the Four Tops, 1966
<3> Our town's first
multi-plexes, back then a novel pleasure - their small spaces
cozy and intimate, with carpeting underfoot.