Archive - Wednesday Haterade RSS Feed

Wednesday #Haterade: I Hate Apnea

I know. I know. I’m supposed to “hate” another blogger today, right? “Hate” them in such way that highlights their work.

But you know what?

I’m too tired. Because of sleep apnea.

And not in an ironic, this is something cool, I really love it kind of way.

I hate it!

Really.

And I (really) hate that–that I’m feeling tired and uninspired. It’s gone on a long time now–too long–but I’ve got to see my wife through some stuff before I can take care of me.
Continue Reading…

Wednesday #Haterade: I Hate #Pity Parties

Since about February of this year, I’ve been on what can be termed a “carbohydrate-restricted” diet. I’m sorry, I mean, don’t call it a “diet”–it’s a lifestyle. This lifestyle has been great for my waistline–I’ve lost close to 40lbs–but hasn’t improved my sleep apnea.

Not one bit. I thought by losing weight, I would improve my nighttime breathing. Well, not so much. In fact, if anything, the apnea has gotten worse.

Not only that, though I’ve lost weight, my total serum cholesterol is 212, and my LDL is 143. Not such good numbers.

This, despite my “lifestyle,” and moderate exercise. Guess it’s all in the genes, or something.

Thanks, mom and dad! Thanks a lot.

Anyway, I thought I could get a handle on this without any additional doctor visits, etc. But it’s not looking that way. (You in the peanut gallery: shut up! I know full well it sucks to be middle aged). So, it looks like another sleep study is in order, and with a recurrent staph infection in my left nostril, a visit to the otolaryngologist (otherwise, like Treebeard, known as an ENT) as well. I hate going to the doctor!

All of this added to what my wife is going through health-wise: diabetes, adhesive capsulitis (“frozen shoulder”–for which she has been enduring painful physical therapy thrice-weekly for sometime now), and various other health issues as well.

Added to which, our son has had some issues with bullies at school.

All of which is to say that this introvert’s heart is on overload. Life is too much right now. So much so, that I presently don’t really care about my healthy regimen. I mean: eat right, exercise daily, die anyway, right? So I may as well eat what I enjoy.

Awesome headspace to be in, right? Can I get an “Amen?”

As you can probably guess–if you read yesterday’s post–I’ve been somewhat surly and withdrawn lately. If you don’t believe me, just ask my wife. ;-)

I’m sorry if this sounds like a pity party; that’s not why I’m sharing. I’m just trying to be real with you.

Insofar as I know, I ain’t dyin’, but I feel–chronically–only about half alive. I guess what I’m saying is: I could use your prayers.

Thanks, and God bless!

How can I pray for you?

Wednesday #Haterade: Why I Hate #Halloween

'halloween' photo (c) 2006, hanna horwarth - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

First, I’d like to thank you all for making My First Ever vLog such an unqualified success yesterday. That was dope, yo! There may indeed be more in the future.

Second, I know you’ve come here for the hate today. And in that regard, I aim to please. Or only let you down a little bit. We’ll see.

Continue Reading…

Wednesday #Haterade: Why I “Hate” @tylerstanton


So a few weeks ago, I asked via Twitter who I should “hate.” The answer was swift, and universal: Tyler Stanton. And by “universal” I mean that one person, Rob Shepherd, replied. Therefore, as duly nominated, and elected, by a majority of one (don’t worry, Rob, your time is coming), I hereby bring you my stinging ire. My flaming flagon of Haterade for Tyler Stanton!

Why do I “hate” Tyler? Let me count the ways:

Continue Reading…

Wednesday #Haterade: Calcific Bursitis

Calcific Bursitis, how do I hate you? Let me count the ways:

You, who have no place being there, have taken up residence in my wife’s shoulder. You were not invited in, and yet unlike the vampires of lore, you pushed your way in. What gives? If I could rebuke you like those TV preachers say, I so would.


You have made her shout, cry, scream, plead, beg, cajole, for some kind, for any kind, of relief.

You have made her long for the pangs of childbirth! Because at least childbirth has an end. It’s a known commodity. You, Calcific Bursitis, are a parasite–hijacking nerve fibers, forestalling the use of an arm, singing a song of woe…

One that goes to 11! And not in a good way.

But your day is coming. It may not be soon enough–as soon as we’d like it–but it’s coming!

For someday, as with all suffering, you will have to give way:

“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away” (Rev. 21:3-4, ESV).

In the meantime, I hate you, Calcific Bursitis, and all that you do.

While you make us hurt now, these sufferings are not worthy to be compared to the glory that shall be.

Calcific bursitis, thou shalt die! But we, ultimately, shall not!

How has God met you in your place of suffering?

Page 1 of 512345»
WordPress SEO fine-tune by Meta SEO Pack from Poradnik Webmastera
Optimization WordPress Plugins & Solutions by W3 EDGE
show
 
close
rss Follow on Twitter facebook myspace linkedin flickr vimeo youtube apple bebo
%d bloggers like this: