I signed up for the dollar shave club recently and got my first set of blades. They work pretty well – though the head is a little wide – and the price was good. I did notice two things:
1. I feel compelled to shave my face more frequently since I’ve got four blade heads in reserve and more on the way.
2. I’m never going to be able to keep up. Even shaving every other day is crazy frequent for me and the first blade head I’ve used looks brand new.
I guess I’ll just build up a stock pile and then cancel – and be set for years.
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The arm brace – aka “the rack” – has been helping with my mobility and I’m making good progress. The experience of actually using the device is still… well… miserable.
So, I took a bunch of pictures of the brace, annotated them, and put together some design suggestions.
Which is super-presumptuous. I’m not an engineer or a designer – I’m a computer guy. But I’ve got some experience in “user experience” and a flair for problem solving.
I converted the file to a PDF and emailed it to the company. That was yesterday and I haven’t heard back yet. And it’s likely that I won’t – after all, what do I know? But, I tried and that’s the important bit. Nothing that can be done about the rack I’ve got, but a new model might be able to incorporate some suggestions and someone else might not be so miserable.
I also took a copy of the notes to my physical therapist and she thought it was excellent – for whatever that’s worth. 🙂
I included my contact info in the email. At best, maybe they’ll have more questions. Or they’ll just ignore me. Eh. Again, I tried.
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I’m been kicking ass – so to speak – in the pool. I never “officially” race my co-worker since that’s not what it’s about. Unofficially, though, we race every damn time we get in the pool. Every. Time.
On Monday, I was hauling ass in the pool and doing great – right up until the halfway point on my last lap. I got a huge stabbing pain – it literally felt like I had been stabbed in my elbow. I slammed to a halt a couple yards from the end of the lane and treaded water for a moment while I clutched my elbow. I kicked my way to the end and contemplated the return trip to shallow end. Certain I didn’t have the power to haul myself out of the pool yet, I rolled to my side and kicked off.
I reached across my torso to clutch my rigth side with my left hand with my right arm I dragged myself through the water with a one-armed side stroke. I made it back and from the shallow end I was able to get out of the pool. Not using my arm helped as did the hot shower and by the time I was back at the office it was fine. Ish.
On Wednesday, it hit me again in the pool. Not as bad and I recovered with a minute or two of rest. My PT said it’s not something to worry about as long as it doesn’t last.
But, still, a little scary.
I’ll be glad when I’m back to “normal” – or as close as I can expect to get.
I’ll also be glad when the rain stops around here and my basement stops flooding. But…. Ohio.
’nuff said.