©2022 Michael Raven
I have a lot going on in my life right now. I always seem to be terribly busy, so I think NaNoWriMo will be left to others to succeed at this year. It feels strange to admit that I just flat out don’t have the time if I’m going to stop avoiding some unavoidable stuff and still maintain sanity.
As I mentioned in my self-promotion for galdr, I received some not-great news a few weeks ago. Namely: my little experiment with dropping all my meds to reboot my system did not give me the results I was hoping. Everything related to my type 2 diabetes went completely south: high blood sugars, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, etc. Then, I went to get an eye exam and found out I have the beginnings of a cataract in one eye, quite possibly due to my diabetes. Plus, she wouldn’t give me a new prescription because my blood sugars were high and she wanted me to stabilize it before I got a new Rx — in six months. Except I kind of have needed them for a few years, so I have to deal with a bunch of stuff before I can see normal again.
On the better news front of this adventure, the new medical professional agrees with me that I had far too many meds piled onto me for what I had going on. Once we stabilize me, instead of piling things on, he wants to reduce the amount of meds he has me take, if possible. He also agrees that I was probably misdiagnosed with RA, however that happened (I mean, god forbid you question your rheumatologist if he decides you have RA).
As a result, I have to mix up my lifestyle to try and get healthy, with means I’ll have less time to write a short-order novel with greasy-spoon quality. Healthier cooking is more time consuming. There’s a reason why it is called “convenience food”. Plus, well, I need to carve out some time to do the thing I have been avoiding for years while still giving it lip service: exercise.
I’ve toyed around with a couple of exercise programs over the years and just don’t stick to them because there are no consequences to skipping a day. Nothing financial (I do it all at home) or socially (I do it all at home). I had considered trying out a gym membership after the bad news, but that idea makes me groan, although there are people more extroverted than I who swear by such things. It just doesn’t sound fun, in my opinion. I did the at-home strength training thing in the 90s and, while I loved the exercise high, I can’t seem to get back into it since I had to stop due to a self-inflicted injury.
So I went back to the idea I’ve had off and on since that time, and even did for a couple of spells: T’ai Chi.
There’s a reasonably-priced school near my daughters’ aikido dojo that hold practices as similar times as the adult classes my eldest is ready to attend for aikido. She’s been itching to move up, but I’ve been reluctant to drive at least twenty minutes each direction, during rush hour, several days a week, just to sit around for ninety minutes while she works towards her black belt. The t’ai chi studio is minutes away from her dojo and I could easily pop over there to do my thing while she works on her thing. Two winners for that situation, as it increasingly looks like might happen. Plus, I’m looking for a sense of community. I’m tired of being a hermit and I want to be a part of something larger. Going to t’ai chi for 2-4 days a week would go a long ways toward building some external non-work, non-family relationships. And, if I stabilize my balance, increase my flexibility, I might be able to actually participate with aikido, should I wish (right now I don’t have any meaningful flexibility or very good balance).
Added to my time contraints, I want to do more weaving so that I can maybe get to the point where I am doing some handcrafted items for sale — maybe not so much for Etsy and the like, but who knows?
It just doesn’t seem smart to commit myself to writing a novel in a month this year. It’s weird to say so after so many years, but I think sanity makes more sense.