A lot has happened since April.
First I met a doctor from hell. Right from the minute I saw him he raked me over the coals because of my bad eating, uncontrolled blood sugar, my angina, and my weight. Since that visit, I got a new blood glucose meter, got my blood sugar under control, and I started to exercise (more about that in next paragraph).
Out of storage came the bicycle, I wiped off the dust and other detritus, took an inventory of what needed to be replaced/fixed. I put on new tires, adjusted the brakes, installed a new seat post and saddle. I even purchased me some bicycle apparel (I am the walrus in bike tights!). In Seward Park in Seattle I began my quest to re-master the bicycle, along the shore of Lake Washington. Getting on and off I was a bit tipsy, as well as when I was riding. A couple miles was all I went, and that was it. Since then, I have worked up to 11 miles at a shot, and I can capably get on the bike and ride without being tipsy. I have lost 15 pounds, and and one waist size. And my chest pains are far less frequent. Dang, I am getting healthy.
Thank you, doctor from hell.
Oh, a couple weeks ago, I had a big scare. My dad went into V-fib in the dining room. Barb, the day caregiver and I managed CPR and the 911 call for help until the paramedics arrived. I was so scared; I thought dad was a goner. But with the CPR right away and the paramedics taking over CPR and defibrillating, we got him to the hospital. He pulled through. It has taken a couple weeks, but he is starting to recover pretty well. Whew!
Oh yeah, was in a couple movies. One was the 48 hour film festival, but the production values, i.e., the sound (and writing) were crappy. There are quite a few independent flicks that I have been in that are in dire need of a raison d'etre. This film was one of them.
I was in a flick by a fantastic rising new director. It was named, "Forbearing Men" and the director, Jill Collymore, was so adept at creating beautiful, expressive images. The flick turns out to be the fulfillment of her thesis project for film school. I expect Jill to go far in the business, so I hope I can ride her coattails, just like some folks did on John Waters' coattails.
But with increased responsibilities for taking care of dad and mom now, I think it's unlikely that I will be able to be in anything in the near future. I can hope.
Well, until next entry.
