notmypresident: (I Heart New York)
I was talking with Phyllis, my nurse at the dialysis clinic, this morning about my upcoming trip to NYC. The deadline for ordering supplies is fast approaching, and I wanted to discuss the things I'll need. I really like Phyllis, herself a native New Yorker now living in California. Phyllis is living proof that you can take the girl out of Brooklyn, but you can't take the Brooklyn out of the girl. She's honest and direct, with a gentle but firm "don't fuck with me" attitude that's refreshing in the healthcare industry. Among the articles I'll need during my stay are a number of items that violate the TSA 3-ounce limit for liquids. Phyllis simply said "Put them in your checked bag," to get around the carry-on restrictions, but that raised a rather embarrassing personal fact:

I don't know how to check a bag at an airport.

I have always traveled with nothing more than a simple carry-on whenever I travel. I've never had to, thanks to creative packing of everything that I could need. I've always loved the convenience of not having to wait around after landing for an airline to deliver bags. It's get on and get off and I'm done. Easy-peasy.

At this point, it's actually a little intimidating to think about checking a bag. I know how ridiculous that seems to every other person on the face of the earth, but it's true. I think I'll have to do a little internet research to see if there aren't some helpful hints online.

Enough with Embarrassing Personal Secrets. Time for Another Hot Guy.

notmypresident: (Go Homer Go)
I had something unexpected happen to me during my treadmill session today: I broke out into a sweat. Not a shirt-drenching sweat, but enough to make me change my shirt afterwards.

Now, I realize that this isn't exactly earth-shattering news for most. But for me, it was quite the accomplishment. I'm slowly regaining my strength and hadn't thought that I would be able to exercise hard enough to start sweating for quite a while. And I know from experience that sweating is the true indication that my body is starting to burn fat. So when I noticed that I had a nice bit of sweat going on I was thrilled. Yay me!

In other news, it's been raining all day long here. It's so ironic that Northern California is running at about 200% of average precipitation after five years of drought — and that's before the winter snow melt! The Sierras are covered with the most snow they've seen in a while. If the rain doesn't stop adding to the reservoirs (most of which are already running at 100% capacity), they won't be able to empty enough out to prepare for the runoff this Spring. Oy.

Now let's end this with Another Hot Guy.