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*carefully removes dust from journal*

So, uh, I haven't really been here for the past 4 years or so. I expect that's probably not going to change though. I do most of my writing/sharing/ranting/rambling/slashing on Twitter, G+, and Tumblr. So if you care to, go find me there :)

*carefully restores dust to journal*
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 Had a followup yesterday. Got new films taken, and the doctor said the bone is healing well:

(click on image to see the other x-rays taken)

He removed the restrictions on my using the arm, meaning I could have started to build strength again, and go riding, and eventually climb again. Except there was one slight problem. 

See, my wrist. 

Notice how it's not in place there? Well, the hope was that with the PT of the last month or so, we'd be able to get it back in there. No such luck.

So now, the plan is to have another surgery, next week, to repair it. Since it's (hopefully) soon enough after the accident, they can open it up, reduce the ligament there, and put a pin to keep the bone in the right place. Then another month in a cast, and more PT.
This is the *best* case. If the surgery fails (about 10% chance that  the ligament is too destroyed), I  have two choices. One, is to do nothing, and see what happens, and treat that (probably arthritis? not sure). The other options is to reconstruct the ligament. This means a much bigger deal, involving cutting a piece of my tendon, and basically tying it around my wrist to hold things in place. That surgery only has about 50% chance of succeeding, and a much more difficult recovery process. And even if it all goes well, it's not really clear to me if I end up with a full recovery.

So yeah, haven't been doing very well with my saving throws past few weeks. 
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 Been grumping a lot this week. But you know what? Things *aren't* ruined forever, and all in all, are actually still pretty awesome.

Thanks to all y'all that I was grumping to, and sorry you had to sit through it :)
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 Cast came off yesterday, and stayed off. Instead, I have a splint I'm supposed to use while sleeping, to protect my wrist, but as far as the broken bone goes, I'm all set to start hand therapy. That, however, will probably take a few weeks (like 8) before I can actually start *using* it for much more than typing or carrying a box of tissues. So no riding yet, nor climbing, nor well, picking up stuff.

Still, I can scratch it, and wash, and type, and drive, and use a mouse, and touch people! It's really quite an improvement. I'll post new pics of the scars once the medical tape falls off.

So, yeah, woo! :)
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 When I was at the hospital, I had a bracelet on that said 'Fall Hazard'. But the way it was taped, the 'F' was covered, and it read 'all hazard'. I think [livejournal.com profile] deliriumsama decided to start using that as my new nickname. Color me amused.
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 Look. my plates, you can see them!

Went to get my stitches removed today, the Dr. said we should wait another week. Got to see my cool scars though, they'll be pretty impressive when they're done cooking.

Then I mentioned that I have a pain in my wrist sometimes, and found out it's not quite healing right... So I now have a giant cast on my entire arm, above the elbow to my fingers. ARG.

I was really hoping to start PT today, but no - another month before I even begin to recover.

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Wake up

You're comfortable, on a level and plush surface

Your eyes are closed, but you're aware of a bright light behind your eyelids

Someone is talking to you, you know they have been for a while

They are operating on you in some way, there is slight pain, but you are not alarmed

As they tell you what they're about to do, you feel a tugging here, a pinch there, a stab of pain elsewhere


Carefully wiggling parts that aren't being worked on, you figure out you're prone

Pain in your left arm, where The Voice is working

Pain in the right foot

Pain in the right arm

Pain in the back of your head

No sense of how big a space you have - might hit something if you wiggle the toe too much

Pain in your right eye, it wasn't there a second before, was it?

Understanding that you're injured, you don't really want to figure out where more pain might be hiding. There might be something larger you forgot, and it might be unbearable to remember.

You suspect that if you start freaking out, you won't be able to stop, and there will be Damage.

holy crap, terrifying.

Comply with the Voice's commands, maybe when They're done, you'll be at a stable point to figure things out.

You hope you don't freak out when you find out they're removing an arm, or are aliens working on you in a cave, or whatnot.

This is how I woke up, at 2am, with the nurse replacing my IV line. One of the scariest, most bizarre experiences of my life.
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 Oh, so stuff happened. Ouch.
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I don't normally complain about bad drivers on my commute, and this particular bad driver isn't why I'm posting this.

On the ride from Caltrain at Palo Alto to the office, I ride through Stanford University.  Most of the way is very nice, with bike lanes, but the initial access road (where University st becomes Palm Dr) is just a busy two-lanes-per-direction street.  Most of the riders getting off the train end up riding on the sidewalk (which is marked as okay), but I got in the habit of just staying in the road, instead of dealing with pedestrians.

So today, I'm riding along, and given that it's a narrow road with no shoulder, I take the lane.  At some point, a car flies by me, IN MY LANE, basically squeezing between me and the car in the next lane over.  The speed difference was probably about 30mph.  I yelp, yell at it, and catch up to it as it stops at the red light down the road.

The driver does her best to pretend she can't see me, refuses to make eye contact, whatever.

The another cyclist that was riding on the road behind me catches up, and I complain: "That was way too close".  His response?  "Well, you were riding in the middle of the lane there...".

Uh, yeah.  It wasn't by accident either!

Am I crazy?  What am I missing here?  Given that I think everyone involved agreed that that was way too close (including the driver, based on her reaction), how does it make sense to blame me here?  Am I expecting too much from other cyclists, as far as sympathy?

New bike!

Oct. 10th, 2010 01:20 pm
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I've been riding my trusty Trek 1200 for quite a while now.  It wasn't my first bike as an adult, but it was the first road bike.  

I'm sure it will always have a special place in my heart, and I'm not going to be getting rid of it any time soon.  But a few months ago I rode a friend's bike, and while it didn't quite fit me, the experience was quite amazing.  It felt light, and responsive, the shifting was so smooth, it was eye opening.

So I decided perhaps it's time to upgrade. Looked around a bit, rode a few different bikes, but the only one that really clicked with me was a bike I felt I had no right to get:

TCR Advanced SL3
 It's a racing frame, all carbon, Ultegra parts, and I just didn't feel I'd be comfortable riding on it, or locking it outside of a restaurant, or taking it on Caltrain.  But eventually, Alameda Bicycle was able to offer me a really good deal, the insurance company agreed to cover it under the house's policy, and my friends helped me see that once I'm on it, I'll be plenty comfortable.

Well, as it might be been clear from the start, I did get it.  Rode it home from Alameda last night, it was SO MUCH FUN.  First time I got on a road bike after riding the hybrid, it felt like it just "wanted to go".  This bike gives me the same feeling when compared to the Trek.  I think I can deal with riding it for the next few years :) 

And if people are laughing at me?  Since when do I care? ;) 
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Channeling a few of my awesome friends, I forced myself to do something that terrified me tonight. I went and took the lead class at the gym, which included lead climbing, and taking a ~10ft lead fall.

My heart didn't really stop pounding for over 30 minutes after I was back on the ground, but I did manage to do it -- I didn't even cling to the hold when I was supposed to fall, nor break into tears. I did yell at the top of my voice as I was falling, everyone cheered :)

Next weekend, if all goes well, I hope to take the actual lead test with DC!
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I just sold my car. Waiting now for the pile of emergencies that will suddenly make owning a car really really useful.
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MLK day, it's an optional holiday at work. Perhaps I should have taken that option...

Got up on time, dark, gray out, seems windy. Oh well, get dressed, get on the bike, head out.

Once I was out the door, I found out that it's also raining. Hmm, maybe wearing these jeans isn't such a great idea, but no time to change now!

2 blocks down I notice I left my iPod at home, oh well, no music for me.

Get to BART, the shuttle is already gone. Perhaps it wasn't running today at all? No matter, need to find an alternate route.

Look at the bus schedules, find that the C bus should be by in about 3 minutes, sweet.

Search and look and eventually find the bus station wait there.


@$#@, it's MLK day, bus probably isn't running it's weekday schedule. Stupid weekend schedules.

Wait! If everything is on the weekend schedule, I could take the bike on BART!

Ask the station manager, got an "uhhh, you might be okay?". With that ringing endorsement, I get on the platform. Next train is in 20 minutes. Did I already fuck the weekend schedule? Good.

On the train, long ride, most people get off in SF, I'm able to sit and read until Millbrae.

There, figure out which side of the platform I need on CalTrain, see a train approaching, run for it, make it.

As an afterthought, ask the conductor if the train stops at Palo Alto. I suspect I would have ended up in San Jose if I didn't ask, because the answer was "No! But we do at Menlo Park". Fine, only a few extra miles ride, not a big deal.

Train stops. PA says "Ladies and gentlemen, the train has stopped...". We all share a laugh in the bike car "Yup", "Figured that part out", "Perhaps a why we stopped would be more interesting?".

... 30 minutes pass ... I send a text message to the breakfast chef at work that I'll be late, but if he saves me a burrito, my morning would improve greatly.

Eventually, we get going again. I get off at the station, try to figure out which direction I need to go. Thankfully, having a GPS in my pocket actually paid off (and knowing how to unlock the phone with my nose so that I don't have to take my gloves off!). Ride.

On the way, thinking about all the things that went wrong I was thinking "at least I'm fairly dry". Cue *heavy* rain. My pants (which I thought were wet before) get soaked through in about 30 seconds. And my shoes (which *were* dry before) fill with water.

"At least my torso is dry, I shouldn't get sick!". Sudden feeling of wetness in my elbows dripping down to my hands.

"FUCK YOU POSEIDON! I'm getting to work and there is *nothing* you can do to stop me!". Heavy winds. Heavier rain. I don't care about time anymore, or speed for that matter. I'll be in my granny gear, being passed by joggers, I will get there!

Eventually, I do. I roll into the cafeteria (which has stopped serving breakfast 30 minutes ago). I drip there, waiting to be noticed. My guy sees me, goes to get my burrito that he has saved... and it's gone. He comes through though, and makes me a fresh, hot, tasty breakfast. The day *does* improve.

Getting to my office, I strip down as much as would be appropriate in the office, and lay down my soaked socks, gloves (inside out), hat on a towel I happen to have. I should start keeping a pair of shorts here, would have been nice to get out of the wet jeans.

But I made it, and only 30-60 minutes late. Take that, weather.

(why do I have a feeling that payback might be on the ride back home? ;)
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So this whole commuting to work by car is starting to get old. Here's what I currently do:

Get up around 7-8am, get in the car by 8:30. Drive to work (880S to either San Maeteo or Dumbarton). Get to work around 9:30-10, depending on traffic. Each way is about 40-50 miles, $4 toll (one way), wear and tear on the car, and I have to stay awake for the entire thing.

But what if I find a way to ride? One "easy" option would be to just take BART down to Union City, and ride across the Dumbarton. ~45 minutes on the train, then on my bike for ~25 miles. Including across the bridge, which is a very windy 4 mile hill. I've ridden across it a few times, it was never fun.

Another option that I started thinking about today is to go the other way. Cross the bay to SF, then take CalTrain to Palo Alto. Thing is, my bike isn't allowed on BART during rush hour across the bay. Which leaves me with two options:

- Take the BART shuttle from MacArthur station to SF (costs $1, runs during rush hour every 45 minutes or so, usually fills up at some point)
- Borrow S's folding bike, which is always allowed on BART, and ride that.

I'm not a huge fan of riding her folder though, but it might do for a test run. If I do like it, I could always buy a modern folder, with a reasonable gear selection, that wouldn't kill me going up the hills to work.

I might try that, but I think I'll try the shuttle first. Which leaves me with the following plan:

- Get up at 7 or so.
- Ride down to MacArthur by 7:30 (2mi ride). Should be there early enough to get a seat on the shuttle.
-- If that fails, ride back home, drive to work, and try again another day!
- Shuttle across to SF, ride to Caltrain (1.2 mi ride).
- Get one of the trains that leave at 8:19, 8:24 or 8:44.
- Get to Palo Alto by 9:01, 9:18 or 9:26.
- Ride to work (3.8 miles).

Total ride: ~$9, 7 miles, get to work by 9:45 or so.

If this works, it's a little bit slower than driving, but not that bad. Significantly cheaper. And I get to read on the shuttle and train for more than an hour. Oh, and also, drive a lot less :)

Sounds awesome, right? ;)
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Not at work, thank god, but oh dear:
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So this was some list someone made of the top 100 sci-fi shows, which [livejournal.com profile] juldea decided should be a checklist.  So here's my list:

Long list... )


Better than I expected, and also reminded me of a bunch of awesome shows I totally forgot about :)
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Neighborhood: Southwest Berkeley   School District: BERKELEY UNIFIED

Beds: 2 Type: SFR Sq. Ft.: 1,097 Lot Size: 4,000 Sq. Ft.
Baths: 1/0 Built: 1920 $/Sq.Ft.: $382 List Date: 08/05/09

So it seems that if you make enough offers on enough houses, you might end up owning one!  I'm not at that point yet, but I made an offer, and it has been accepted!

Now, need to figure out the loan, and do piles of paperwork and legwork, but this is progress!

Here are the pictures snagged from zip before the listing disappears.
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Hmmm, I wonder if I should go to Boston on my birthday and ride Hub on Wheels with Haplo?  Might not be a bad way to celebrate :)
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Snapped this last night - the moon over the water always looks so nice.  Had to lean the camera on the rail though, but I should really get a tripod one of these days.


Jul. 2nd, 2009 02:17 pm
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Remember that house?  Yeah, no.  Got a call yesterday from my agent saying he doesn't know the details, but they accepted another offer.  I'd like to think they accepted a cash offer, because that would mean nothing I could have done would have made a difference.  But if it turns out they just accepted a better one, I'd be pissed - I was ready to make a better offer, and was talked down by the agent, saying the house wouldn't appraise for more.

He's probably right, and it was certainly my decision to accept his advice, but bah.

Guess I should just start looking at rentals until something better comes up.

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