Got my punchlist… ready to roll

checklistMy gut has responded well to cutting out the tiny seeds and nuts. I can still eat my granola (which has walnuts in it), so that’s fine. I can’t imagine getting rid of ALL nuts in my diet. Just those little tiny ones that cause me so much trouble.

I’ve got my punchlist of all the stuff I need to do for the next 18 hours, and it’s good. I’ve got it all written down, in the order of priority, and I’m working my way through it gradually. One piece at a time. It looks like a lot, but there are a lot of little 15-minute jobs in there, that I can do concurrently. Or that might not even take that long.

Bottom line is, I’ve got my mission clear in my mind, and now it’s time to move forward.

Onward — into the day — onward.

And now… for my next trick —

When it works, it’s like magic

Two nights in a row of 7+ hours of sleep — I’m feeling pretty positive today, especially since my spouse gets back from their business trip this afternoon. The last two days have been quiet, and I’ve gotten a lot done on different projects, but it’s just not the same, when I’m all alone in the house.

I’m looking at my list of things I was supposed to do, this weekend, and I have had to do a lot of shuffling, because I miscalculated the amount of time just about everything was going to take, and I also got distracted and caught up in things that weren’t even on my list — but should have been.

The yard really needed to be worked on, and the driveway really needed to be cleared out. No question about that. The only thing is, it took me a full day of strenuous activity to get that all in order yesterday, and then I was wiped out — barely had enough energy left to make a late supper and watch some t.v. before going to bed a little before midnight. I didn’t even have the energy to clean up after myself, as I usually do before bed. I just left the dishes in the sink and the living room in disarray, to take care of this morning.

I watched Game 3 of the World Series last night, but I had to turn it off, because I get really amped up by the game and the competition, and then I have a hard time sleeping.

Last night I did not have any trouble getting to sleep. Once I got down, I was down. And even when I woke up at 3 a.m., as I often do these days, I was able to get back to sleep, which was pretty awesome.

Today is another gorgeous day, and I have a few things to do before I head to the airport. One of the things is something I can only do when my spouse is not around, because it is loud and involves power tools, which drive them crazy. I have a few hours to do this work, which I am hoping will be enough time. I have really thought it through, from start to finish, and I am pretty sure about the exact steps I’m going to take, so it should go pretty smoothly.

This is my new technique for getting things done, and it seems to be going really well — based on my past experience (and I have to have past experience for it to work), I envision the process of doing something. I imagine myself doing it, I “feel” myself going through all the steps, and I envision the results of my work. I imagine when and where I might encounter issues, and I figure out how I will solve them. I probably spend about 10 times more time thinking things through than doing them. But when I do it, the results are usually 10 times faster than if I had just waded in and hacked around at what I was doing.

The key is to get started. To take action. To not get stuck in my head while I’m thinking everything through. That’s a real danger with me – I tend to get a bad case of “analysis paralysis”, which stops me from taking the next logical step. But I need to prove out the validity of my suppositions and give them a whirl, to see if I’m on the right track — and adjust anything if necessary.

And when it works, it’s like magic. Everything flows smoothly — like butter — and it almost seems as though there was “nothing to it”. I know differently, though — a whole lot of time and effort and thought and energy goes into making it all look easy. So long as I don’t get stuck in my head.

Unfortunately, Analysis Paralysis is where I’ve been stuck with one of my projects for about 6 weeks. I was making really great progress, then I stalled. Got stuck. Flamed out. I totally fried my system, because I was going-going-going about 200 mph for months on end, with this one project. Yeah, I made incredible progress. But I also fried my system, to the point where I was having almost constant tremors, I was exhausted all the time, and I was borderline delirious.

I kept it together on the outside, but people close to me were worried.

So was I.

Anyway, I’ve reset my internal system, rebooted, and I have a much better plan for how to move forward — just do a little something everyday. Not a ton of things. Not everything. Just a little something, here and there. That way, I can make the most of my time AND not overwhelm myself with All The Things That Need To Get Done.

Speaking of which, it’s time to get going, test out my current plan to see if it works and then finish this one job… to make room for the next bunch of things I need to do.


The next time I have a head injury…


Not to be negative, but I’ve been thinking a fair amount about what I would do if I have another concussion/head injury/TBI. I live a pretty active live, after all, and the chances of me getting in a car accident or falling or getting hit in the head, are not miniscule. And considering that I’ve averaged a TBI every five years or so, since the age of three, the odds are in favor of me getting clunked in the head, sooner or later.

So, what then? What indeed… I have to admit, the prospect does put me off a bit. But at the same time, I actually feel like I’m prepared for it, if it comes. I know the tell-tale signs, I know the symptoms, I know the complications. And I also know how to handle them. I don’t always do a fantastic job of it, but I do handle them in my own way. I feel like I’m prepared for what might come — not through any planning or intention, but almost dumb luck of just having to find out the hard way – trial and error. Lots of trials, lots of errors.

And I have to say, thanks to the school of hard knocks (Iiterally), I’ve learned a ton of useful things that I really do believe will help me, if ever I am concussed again. And that takes the pressure off. Because although I worry (not constantly, but pretty regularly) about the chance of getting hurt all over again, I do feel like I’m prepared.  And I don’t have to be blindsided by my symptoms if and when they show up. I can keep an eye out for them, and should they appear, I know what to do for them — above all, stay calm. Do my breathing exercises. Get physical exercise. Rest well. Track my symptoms and address them as they come up. And let my brain rest. Do lots of that.

Speaking of rest, I should do that now. I’ve had a really active day, back from some time away from home, just as the autumn yardwork season is picking up. I worked my ass off today — working out the frustrations from work and the office and having to be away from home for a while when I would rather have been at home in my own domain. Poor me… yah. Anyway, I worked it all out today with the rake and tarp and long-handled pruning clipper. There are some trees around my yard that have not been playing nice with others, so I had to pull out the extender tree saw/clipper and wrangle with some serious branches. Fortunately, I escaped without injuring myself, though I had a few close calls. Tree work is dangerous. But hey, if I get clunked in the head… like I said, I have a pretty good idea what I’ll do about it.

Personally, I think they should make this yardwork stuff an Olympic sport — and not just featuring skillful use of a leaf blower, but also raking (yes, by hand), trimming branches (also by hand), and hauling tarps piled high with leaves into the woods to dump them out. The raking and clipping and hauling are a hell of a lot more athletic than leaf blowing, but it all has its place. And when I get tired of the exertion, I can always plug in my leaf blower and stroll across my yard in that stately gait that puts me among the elite — the vaunted home-owners of the world (whose numbers dwindle by the year, endangered species that we are).

Getting punchy. Time for supper and early to bed.

G’night all.