Daily Archives: Wednesday June 18th, 2008

My Boobie hurts.

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I pulled a pectoral muscle while bench pressing 200# last week, I felt it when I did it and being the smart guy that I am, I just kept working out since it wasn’t that bad, just something I thought I could work though and since we don’t go to the gym on the weekend I thought 2 days of no lifting would take care of it.

I felt it somewhat on Monday as I worked out, but again, nothing too bad at the time but later Monday afternoon I sneezed (which lately is too common of a thing thanks to my allergies and the pollen count in OR is the highest in the nation this week) and when I sneezed I thought I blew my right boobie off, it hurt that bad!

Of course it’s a “deep” muscle so I have trouble even getting to where it hurts to rub and so far Ben Gay isn’t doing too much, so I just need to rest it I think. I didn’t lift at all Tuesday and today I tried to bench 135# which has been my “warm-up” weight and I could still feel it so I gave up after just 4 lifts and will take the rest of the week off from the bench press which totally bums me out since I can actually SEE THE DIFFERENCE WHEN I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR!

Since last summer when I weighed 236# I have lost 29#’s total give or take, I am now 205# to 207# depending on the time of day. It has been so long since I have been able to see “definition” on my own body that it’s freaking me out when I look in a mirror.

A few weeks ago I had to go to the bathroom at like 4-5am and when I was walking out to go back to bed, totally still 1/2 asleep, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I turned out the light and had to stop and turn the light back on and stared at myself for a few minutes totally amazed that I am once more in a “athletic” condition, I can still lose 5-10 more #’s but that would be my limit.

I am once more COMFORTABLY wearing my old jeans sized 34/34 which is down from my 36/34 that I have had to wear for the last 5 years or so. So I am making progress and I am pleased. I still want to get in better shape with better endurance with my first goal of being able to run 2 miles nonstop on a tread mill daily.

Right now the first thing I do when I get to the gym is 30 minutes on a treadmill, I walk a fast pace for .5 miles as a warm-up and then try to run as far as I can in .25 mile increments, the best I have done is 1.75 miles nonstop running (which I just did last week), but normally its walk .5 miles, run 1 mile, walk .25, run .25 to .5 and finish out the time walking until I get my 30 mins in and then I go lift weights.

There are a few women we see most days running on other treadmills and both can run 5-10 miles without thinking about it which I am jealous off, but at the same time I am not sure I want to do that. When I run more than 1.5 miles most of the time my feet and knees ache for a few days after, to the point that the next day of running I have issues even running at all, which has been my frustration since its pain and pain hurts, but it adds to the mental part of it since running has never been my favorite thing to do, so if mentally I am “not there” I can’t run, or lift for shit and those days piss me off like nothing.

Just wanted to brag with this post I guess, I think I look better than I have in years, I just need to start tanning again since this cracker is bleach white

Update On Zach

**From Sandi’s myspace

Current mood: worried Crying 1

Some of you may have already heard and know the situation forthose of you who don’t, here’s what’s going on….Monday evening Zack was complaining of a headache so I gave him some Tylenol and sent him to bed. The next morning he was anxious to get back to Vacation Bible School but I could tell that he was still sick so I told him to he needed to stay home and rest up for their party at Craig’s Cruizers later in the afternoon-disappointed about missing VBS he agreed and went back to bed. Just before we were fixing to leave for Craig’s Cruizers I noticed Zack sitting on the kitchen floor still looking pretty pale I asked if he was ok- his reply was “are we leaving soon?” So on the way to the place Zack began vomiting in the car- so we pulled over to try to clean up a little bit while all gagging when I noticed Zack looking VERY strange. His eyes were all glossy and he was standing really awkward- I told him to focus trying to get him to look me in the eyes asking a series of questions when his body stiffened and he began falling into my arms. Of course I freaked and yelled for Ed- we got all of the kids bck in the car. I dropped Ed and the other 2 boys back off at home having Jessica go with me rushed Zack to the ER. Grand Rapids hospital is very large- and has been reported as one of the top 3 busiest hospitals in the United states…So it could take up to 3 hours just to get looked at there. I’d dropped Jessica & Zack off at the ER door and parked the car- By the time I’d entered into the hospital I realized that they weren’t sitting and waiting to be seen when the lady at the front desk asked if I was Zacks mother then started shouting what room he was in so I took off running. Freaked out to see at least 20 people already rushing around my son- I KNEW something bad was happening but it became even more apparent when the social workers asked if there was anybody else they could call to be w/ me…My family’s in Indiana so I said no. They asked about Ed and said that he NEEDED to get there asap- they had to put a breathing tube in Zack and keep him heavily sedated. Everything was happening so quickly- my mind was spinning and I felt completely helpless as a mother to make my son’s pain go away. I had stepped into a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from…the fear of losing my son for a 2nd time that even by the time Ed had arrived even he wasn’t able to comfort that fear because I could see it in his eyes as well. It’s been a long night- I power cat napped when I could but every time an alarm went off or he moved I was up checking on him-so I can’t say that I’ve actually slept but I rested when I could. After his MRI/MRA test this morning they quit sedating him- it took a little longer for him to come around but once he did he began breathing on his own again so they were able to remove the breathing tube. Once fully alert and talking he said he remembered everything that had happened but it felt like he watching everything from outside of his body. His spinal tap was clear-the blood toxins were good-cat scans showed nothing. Still waiting for the results on the MRI/MRA but at this point nobody still knows what’s going on/ or what happened or cause this to lead up to what happened. That’s the frustrating part of it is the not knowing! When I left about a half hour ago he was fixing to get a bath- and waiting to go down for another check on his brain waves and for the neurologist to check him out. He’s still a little bit groggy-but has his appetite back in full force asking for food. (Good sign) And he’s back to smiley little Zack. So I’ll continue to keep every one posted once I know more. Family I’m sure will keep eachother posted as I call-Mom’s my first tag then she’ll keep everyone up to date by. Or u can call my cell and if I’m able to talk then I will otherwise you’ve got to rely on the grapevine as to what’s going on. But I came home to take care of the animals-eat and get a shower before heading back up to the hospital and letting Ed come home to sleep. Poor guy hasn’t gotten much sleep in the past 2 days. Thank you for the support and the prayers everyone!