Jun 292006
 

Jane over at A Patients Perspective, wrote about her day yesterday, so I’ve been inspired to write about mine, which was equally “one of those days”.

I started out going for a pretty hard 40 mile bike ride into the hills of Whittier. I left a little earlier than normal, to avoid the heat, but even then, by the time I got to the top of Turnbull Canyon it was still plenty warm. I only brought one big water bottle, and managed to make it back without any significant problem, but it would have been nice to have an extra bottle. I’ll plan better next time. Still it was a good ride

If I had stopped with that, and just stayed home and rested, things probably would have been fine, but I had made arrangements to go golfing at 2 PM with some friends, so that was not to be.

Well, let me tell you, it was freakin’ hot at 2 PM, and I ended up shooting one of the worst rounds of my life. I’m going to assume I was worn out from the bike ride. I could have also been a little dehydrated even though I did try to drink some extra water, before and while golfing.

I did manage to par the last 2 holes, as I started to feel a little better as it cooled down considerably as we were finishing, so I guess I have to try again tomorrow. I just won’t ride as hard.

Anywaze, I made it home, had dinner, took a shower, and ended up going to bed at 9 PM. Of course I was so worn out, I couldn’t sleep, and ended up getting up at 3 AM. I played around for a little while on the computer, and then headed off to work.

About an hour into my commute, around the northern end of Malibu, I was starting to get a little tired, so I had to pull off the road and take a little nap, while watching the surfers.

Now I’m feeling well rested, and ready to go. I am planning to leave work early today, after all I did get in a little late, plus it’s bound to be a very heavy traffic day, with everyone planning for their 4th of July weekends.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

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I recently posted to A Patients Perspective concerning the effects of taking vitamins and supplements. I believe it may have contributed to my lymphoma and my wife’s myeloma. Of course I can’t be sure, but there is more and more evidence suggesting it is.

Dr Rob Lamberts over at the Medical Blog Network sheds some additional light on the subject, casting a somewhat suspicious eye towards the supplement industry.

Now this article on MSNBC may be supporting my belief, by suggesting it’s not the antioxidant benefit of vitamins, but the phytochemicals in natural foods, that provide the real cancer fighting benefit.

Phytochemicals seem to slow tumor growth, but key is in variety of foods By Karen Collins, R.D.

…..Research does show that berries are among the fruits highest in antioxidant content and that they are excellent sources of several phytochemicals that seem to help block cancer development. However, other fruits and vegetables provide different nutrients and phytochemicals with unique health benefits. The best advice, then, is to eat berries often for their great taste and health boost, but stay focused on the main goal of eating a wide variety of produce every day.

Strawberries are known as excellent sources of vitamin C, providing as much or more than a whole day’s recommended amount in just one cup. But all berries are good sources of vitamin C….. One of the ways vitamin C protects our health is its function as an antioxidant….. Yet laboratory studies show that much of the antioxidant power of fruits and vegetables comes not from the classic antioxidant vitamins such as vitamin C, but from natural protective compounds called phytochemicals.

Anthocyanins are a group of phytochemicals Continue reading »

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Some mornings are just more fun filled (frustrating) than others.

This morning our manager of outside processing comes over to me, and brings a note from a vendor requesting clarification on some instructions I had given on an order. That’s really not unusual, except in this case, the instructions were meant for the manager of outside processing to perform prior to sending to the vendor. It’s obvious he didn’t read my instructions, and simply copied (CTRL-C) the entire section of the planning document, and pasted (CTRL-V) those instructions into the purchase order that he sent to the vendor.

Then a little later I get a certification to review from a vendor who did some work for us. What is suprising in this case is, this is not the first time this vendor has performed this work for us. Of course you wouldn’t know that after reviewing the certification.

Some of the information that is required to be put on the certification is a little confusing, so I have refined the instructions several times to clarify the requirements. You would think that after a dozen times of having to correct the same problem, you would eventually learn what is required, even if the instructions weren’t exactly clear, which was not the case. I just don’t know how else I could make the instructions any clearer.

It’s not like this is the first time I have been confronted by situations like this, but today just got me going. I suspect it might have something to do with the online traffic school course I’m taking, so I can wipe the illegal left hand turn traffic ticket, I received a week or two ago, from my DMV record, and some of the stupid questions that are asked on the various tests.

One of those stupid questions had to do with what a “puck stopper” is in hockey. I always thought a puck stopper was a goalie. I even checked it on the internet, and every site I visited a puck stopper was a goalie, but apparently that wasn’t correct. According to the test, a puck stopper is padding to protect players from injuries from being hit with the puck. I must have spent a half hour before I finally changed my answer to that question, in order to get a passing grade on the test. And that question didn’t have anything to do with driving or traffic school. Just how stupid is that?

Ok, so those problems are a little petty when you consider all the other problems confronting the world and the US, i.e. health care, social security, immigration, the war in Iraq and even global warming, but I had to get it off my chest anywaze.

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Becky says I’m evolving, but I think I’ve always been a sensitive guy. This morning though seemed to have struck an extra nerve or two.

The morning started out as most mornings do. I dragged myself out of bed at around 4:30 AM, went down stairs to have breakfast, and then headed off to work. The one difference being I decided to park at Leo Carillo State Beach, and ride my bike in the remaining 17 miles.

It was actually a perfect morning for a ride. It was overcast, not cold, and only a slight head wind, which turned into a tail wind when I was about 4 miles from work. (I just hope that doesn’t bode poorly for the return trip this afternoon.)

Anywaze what caught my attention this morning was the sight of two dead seagulls lying on the side of the road, and a third seagull standing there as if it was lost. That third seagull didn’t even move when I got within about 2 feet of him, which is highly unusual.

That sight just haunted me for the remainder of the ride, and still does, which is the reason I had to write about it.

And to top that off, just after finishing this post, I noticed another seagull with an apparent broken wing, walking outside the plant where I work. He wouldn’t let me get near him to investigate, walking away, rather than flying.

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Ever since I was diagnosed with MCL, it seems that every occurrance in my life takes on some significant meaning. I’ve always been somewhat superstitious to the point I never liked Fridays that fall on the 13th, I never carried around $13 or 13 cents in my pocket, wouldn’t walk under a ladder, and I always turned around if I saw a black cat cross my path.

I can remember one day, before my diagnosis, a black cat crossed my path on a day that I was going scuba diving with a friend at Catalina, and for what ever reason, I didn’t turn around.

We ended up going to the back side of Catalina, which isn’t always accessible because of the winds and waves, but that day was a good day. At the end of the second dive, as we were surfacing, my weight belt (I stopped using a weight belt after that) got tangled in some kelp, and I stopped ascending when I was about 30 feet below the surface.

I didn’t panic ‘too much’, but I couldn’t seem to get easily untangled. Eventually I managed to unbuckle my weight belt, and get free of the kelp. Of course as I unbuckled my belt, my body wanted to float away. Fortunately, I was able to hang on to the belt, and to some kelp at the same time, preventing an uncontrolled ascent. That may not sound like much, but the belt weighed 32 pounds, and trying to hang on to the belt with one hand, the kelp with the other hand, while at the same time controlling my natural body floatation was not that simple.

Fortunately I was none the worse for wear, but I’ve often wondered if the black cat was the reason I got tangled in the kelp, or the reason I was able to get safely freed. Oh well, I guess I’ll never know for sure.

Then this morning, as I was preparing to ride my bike in to work from Leo Carillo beach in Malibu, I discovered I had a flat tire. I keep a bike in the car I drive to work all the time, and it seems in the heat this past weekend, the air in the tube expanded causing a blow out.

There are two things that make this so profound. The first being, it was relatively cool, with a fairly heavy marine layer and a slight mist in the air. It wasn’t really optimum riding conditions, so it was an easy decision not to ride in to work.

The second thing that was so profound was just on Sunday, I commented to Jim (one of the old gang), who always lets the air out of his tires when he puts his bike in the trunk, because of the exact problem I experience this morning, that I never had that problem.

That’ll teach me!

Anywaze to sum up here, over the past several years I have become somewhat less superstitious. Becky has even convinced me that 13 is actually a lucky number in Norse mythology. But my phobia with black cats still lingers on somewhat, and stems from the fact that Edie and I have only had 2 black cats since we’ve been married, out of a total of 10 cats, and only the two black cats died of unnatural causes.

Maybe it’s just bad luck to be a black cat, and coming in contact with one is good luck for that individual, or not.

This morning I didn’t come across a black cat, and the day started out with a flat tire, and I didn’t ride into work as originally planned.

Bad luck? Maybe, but just a few minutes ago, John, my riding buddy at work, wanted to know if I wanted to ride the Computrainer. We have two Computrainers at work, and we haven’t done one of those workouts in over a month, and I always enjoy the competitive nature of that workout.

So maybe that was good luck. Or maybe not. I just don’t know anymore. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

Update 2:00 PM PDST

Well John came through, and we rode the Computrainers at lunch. I led the first half of the ride (12.5 miles total), getting off to a fast start, but John managed to catch up. He’s a lot better on the down hills than me. For the next 6 miles, we jockeyed for position until John passed me on the final hill, to nip me by a tire width (.2 seconds).

I lost, but it was exciting till the last minute, and it was a great workout, making up for not being able to ride into work today. John’s also about 8 years younger than me.

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We used to go out to dinner a lot. Well that is if you consider once or twice a week a lot, but over the past year though, that has changed.

One reason for the change was my aunt coming to live with us. She doesn’t eat much, and it’s hard for me to justify spending $25+ on a meal for her, which she barely touches. The second reason was building the barbecue in the back yard. It was something my wife always wanted, and it’s a work of art. How can we justify not utilizing it as often as possible? Thirdly, we like to drink wine, and any more, it ends up costing $8 or $9 just for a glass of mediocre wine, and a lot more if you buy a bottle. And if you bring your own bottle, the restaurant charges you $15 or more for corkage, on top of what you paid for the wine.

But now I can add one more reason not to go out so much, and it’s just that the quality of food, and the overall experience has deteriorated so much.

Saturday night we went to a new French restaurant in town (Second Street in Naples) called Fringales. It is a prix fix menu which consisted of one appetizer, one main course and desert, for a total cost of $25.

I should have known there was a problem when we walked in, and noticed their entire collection of wine located on both walls of the room (the place is too small for a wine cellar). When I asked the waiter for a wine list, they didn’t have one. What kind of “French” restaurant doesn’t have a wine list?

The waiter appeared knowledable, and asked what kind of wine we liked. The usual response for us in that case is Pinot Noir. He indicated he had one, and went to the “wall” to pick it out. He came back with a French wine, which was labled Pinot Noir. That should have been my second clue. Any French wine that says Pinot Noir can’t be good. It should have said Bourgnone, which is the area French Pinot Noir’s are grown. Who knows where these grapes came from? The waiter said it was a good wine, so I took his word for it, and agreed to the $38 cost.

Not only wasn’t it that good, but it was overly warm. It was in the 80′s that day, and since they don’t have air conditioning, the wine was at room temperature, that is, it was in excess of 80°F. I should have taken that opportunity to return the wine, but it wasn’t spoiled, so I chose to stick it out, hoping the food would be worth it.

The saga continues. The first thing we noticed was the bread was stale. When we told the waiter about it, and asked if he had fresher bread, he simply said that’s all they had. It was all like that. Not, oh I am sorry, let me see what I can do for you! Even if all they had was stale bread, at least he should have apologized.

For appetizers my wife and aunt ordered salads which were edible, and I order the smoked andouille sausage. I’m not sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t what I got, and it was pretty awful. It was cold, and I think raw, but I’m not sure about that.

Alas dinner came. My wife and I had ordered the filet mignon. The first thing I noticed was there was absolutely no thought to the presentation. The plate came with the steak, covered in a green pepper sauce, mashed potatoes and green beans, all just placed around the plate. Ok, so maybe I’m being a little picky, but this was a French restaurant, and the French pride themselves on their food prepartation and presentation. Well, in France they do. At least the steak was prepared properly, and aside from the sauce being a little salty, wasn’t too bad.

The total price for the meal was $140 which included a $12 tip and $5 for two coffees which I am sure the menu said was included. The hosted said no it wasn’t, and felt it necessary to add that no restaurant in the world includs coffee with the meal. I’m not so sure of that, but I wasn’t about to argue.

So would I go back? If you have to ask that question, you need to read this post again from the beginning. Not only wouldn’t we go back, but I’ve just become more soured on restaurants in general.

We can go to Costco or almost any grocery store, and get great wild salmon, steaks, lobster, or almost anything else we want, open a great bottle of perfectly chilled wine from our cellar, and prepare a far better meal on our outdoor barbecue, for no more than a third of what that meal cost. Sure there might be some clean up required, but that’s why we have an automatic dishwasher.

So thumbs down to Fringales!

Just come over to our house for a great barbecue. But don’t forget the wine! :)

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