For far too long I had delayed upgrading the covers for my books on Smashwords. Top of the list for 2017 and now done and all books are now back on Premium Distribution.
Short and Sweet
Posting this to clarify an earlier post http://wp.me/p86PWf-bV about wet macular degeneration. Fell into the trap of thinking other people automatically understand what one means.
The grid shown in the earlier post is an example.
For the real thing download this http://www.mdfoundation.com.au/resources/1/amsler_grid.pdf
Print it out and put in on your fridge door.
Just as well I have one of these charts on my fridge. Being previously alerted to changes experienced by the left eye, I have been able to catch the development of WMD – Wet Macular Degeneration in the right eye. So, suddenly a rearrangement of priorities and allocation of funds. No longer can I defer the completion of my major novel until just before the lid is nailed down as reduced vision will likely impact on my ability put words down on screen or paper. The maintenance of my eyesight is slightly more important than knees, hips and general ability to get about but I think I will be able to manage the additional eye injections as well as gym membership.
I most thoroughly recommend that everyone print out an Amsler Grid (or get one from your optician) as the early signs can so easily be overlooked. If you see even the slightest distortion of the straight lines of a grid – take heed. Don’t wait until the lines bend in all directions and darkened areas show up.
Early detection enables the condition to be stabilised, so earlier the better. When one eye is affected the chances of both are 50%. Not in the mood to search probabilities if a family member has or had it – my mother did and I now kick myself as I never thought to ask whether both eyes were affected. But it seems the days of listening to books may come sooner than ever I thought – which would mean those blanketey hearing aids. Ah well. Still alive and kicking and the alternative not yet welcome.
According to Garmin Connect, I was in bed for nine hours last night, four hours deep sleep and four hours light sleep. The remaining hour was spent dealing with cramp in one and then the other leg. Too much cycling, too soon, but then that is how I learn my boundaries – by going over them.
I could have gone to the gym around the corner this morning, but I didn’t. Just didn’t. No excuse. Did check the seat on the bike is at the proper height, rearranged placement parking bay. Going to be a hot one. Blinds closed, air-con on. Resting, resting, resting.
Whoever you are, wherever you are – have a good day doing that which most rewards you.
Now wanting to locate one of these to try out before committing to purchase. Affordable option on line and my brother willing to assemble, but we both have previous experience of these not being as easy to ride as one thinks. Many years ago – late 90’s – I bought one secondhand from a Salvos op-shop and concluded the frame must be a bit distorted – or something – as I kept steering into the gutter.
This is where I would really like to be at but have to accept those days are past.
Reaction from having a thorough session on the machines and then swimming until cramp says ‘stop’. Walking is 20 minutes there and
t w e n t y back. Plod, plod, plod.
Seriously considering buying a bicycle upon which I will make sure there is the necessary bell. Woke weary, done very little and looking forward to an early night.
This is the first piece of equipment used within my routine- only 9kgs today; tried more but had sense to drop it back. two other pieces of equipment lifting up to 23 kgs and then some work with 3 and 4 kg dumbbells. (Trying now to recall the floor exercises I used to do in Port Lincoln.) Three rounds of 10 each then into the pool.
Joy of joys. A few hydrotherapy exercises for the ancient hips, then just potter in the pool until it became obvious the place would soon be very busy.
I am thinking Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays between two and four in the afternoon. Shopping on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Last night I could not sleep until I had finished writing and finishing the current scene in the novel. This meant it was no longer a matter of giving into temptation – if I get into social media in the mornings, write before I go to sleep and also wake with a great idea and my thoughts steady and filled with the words and tune of “Birth of the Blues”.
Ah. All good. Now, this is where I think I could be asking how goes your day? But as I have no idea who is reading this, then I may well be talking to thin air or only to myself. I hope there are humans out there as this morning’s great idea would involve a level of interaction. Early days. Whatever. Have a great one.
This an apt description when waking this morning. Two clear dreams, each seemingly with a message to decode. Each line of thought leading to others, etc – you know how it goes. Still in bed and with each decision to think about what is on the agenda for the day producing yet another line of thought more and more notions. Maybe the best idea is to get out of bed and sleepwalk through the basic routine – open blinds, turn on computer, water in kettle, kettle on stove, bathroom and start thinking there?
I wonder how many also find being sat on that seat to be a moment of mental clarity?
On with the day. Doctors, library, shopping, take cheque to eye specialist and consider whether time and energy enough to join the gym.
What are your first moves on waking?
The difference is down to Kathy’s visit and sorting through my disorganised wardrobe and being a dab hand with my hair styling wand.
Find her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/kathystylistpersonalshopper
That’s enough for one day!
To see where it takes me. Evenings are usually spent laid back in recliner and nodding off in front of the television but now, with the end of year programming it is difficult to find anything worth watching yet another time. QI episodes now showing (again) were recorded in 2003.
Today has been a bit of a waste. Some shopping but Central Market closed on Mondays so early tomorrow morning will have me traipsing with my trolley and stocking the cupboards. Have a stylist visiting tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon to share her wisdom on what I need to do to my wardrobe to preclude being mistaken for a bag lady in the making. Think my morning mood sufficiently cleared to go back to the novel for a few hundred words at least. Then to read a novel made available from within FB’s Scrivener Group. OMG That was a yawn. Best step outside and see if there is a breeze ….