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Side Tracked

Waiting today for phys. therapy -- for the knee. Yesterday was eval. for the hands, carpal tunnel.
 We hope to avoid surgery. Rest & recover . . . Mostly no toys, no chainsaw, no ATV, no Harley, (Harleys) . . . no saxophone. For some unexplained reason the weight is down, 210 from about 242. Less compulsive eating. I'm whipped . . .

Hydro-Therapy Install

Old tub out in four pieces

Drop cloths, runners, room to swing a cat.

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  Remove door frame for clearance

Hole ina wall . . .

Bonus stereo towel rack upstairs!

Thermometer on champagne cork float, tethers to inside rail. Aroma therapy cartridge, refillable w/ cheap scents.

Install, St. Pat's Day . . . Finished at 4:20 pm, seriously . . . Clearing downed tree Hemlock, 3' dia. at base, and carpal tunnel from wedging & sledging. By gawd! I will surf again! ☆☆☆☆☆

Sacred Beaches

Sacred Beaches --

 There are no jpeg's here, no uploaded photos from the cellular device. There are no WiFi hot spot, no cellular "bars" with all its attendant double-entendre. We are not just prisoners of our own device. We can check out any time we want, but we never really leave this place . . .

There are no photos here . . . yet altogether our endless portion of sacred images, semes, memes, indexes, icons, symbols.

You will not see us linked to FaceBite, no Twits, no Google . . . OK, there's this blog, and my FaceBite links here . . . 

Fourt Wenty, TokeLand WA -- FaceBite

Allison Wunderland, ". . .  down the rabbit hole . . . " FaceBite

OK, so there's that, the part where we are connected and relating the heuristicals of the Sacred Beaches.

But you'll not see any images . . . That would be heresy.

The path to the sacred beaches is long and difficult. The path requires planning, patience, insight, experience.  The path demands body and soul; one must be fit; one must be ontologically receptive.


The Sacred Beach is cloistered -- Woe the novice who would enter unchastened!

The Sacred Beach is a restricted place, "Beware all ye who enter herein!"

The Sacred Beach is a closed enclave, a Sacred, Secret Order. One does not don the robes nor cross the line without sponsorship, initiation, a long period of assimilation, hydro-baptissimo . . .


There are no images of the Sacred Beach . . .

The Sacred Beach is the image that cannot be  imag-ined --

Yah·weh   ˈyäˌwā,-ˌwe,-ˌvā/  noun: Yahweh; noun: Yahveh

1. a form of the Hebrew name of God used in the Bible. The name came to be regarded by Jews ( circa 300 BC) as too sacred to be spoken, and the vowel sounds are uncertain.

Hydro Therapy !!!

SafeStep brand walk-in tub. Full boat, bells & whistles, adj. jets, heated seat and seat back, Delta hardware fixtures, ADA designed latches, levers and drains.
http://www.safesteptub.com

 ADA and recognized as a "medical device" and yet the VA seems not to provide these to veterans despite well documented therapeutic benefits, health and SAFETY. Swaping out my towel bar on the wall for a couple industrial grade, 
stainless grab rails, one on each wall. Because the unit needs to fill and drain with the door closed, I should be able to use the commode as a safe step over the wall -- For now, when I'm fit and agile.

J.T. -- I'm really interested in these units. I looked at one at a home show about 10 years ago. How do you keep the water off the walls which will eventually damage the wall?

Allison Wunderland Judy, they offer a full enclosure to the ceiling. Industrial grade wall paint. They install these in mobile homes. 50 gal. water heater is optimal, but 35 will work. I have a ceiling fan in the bath, but adept at wiping down damp surfaces. I expect it shouldn't be much more than a conventional tub -- insofar as expose surface area is about the same.

I got a VA veteran and AARP discount, in addition to $500 off. 10% down, 120 mo. finance through them. I paid cash, and wrestled for a cash deal. But three special offers.

Allison Wunderland You want to talk to the local rep? I have his # -- SafeStep comes to the house -- within the week. Sales presentation . . . but this couple is engaging, very nice. Rock and Roll, Harley riders . . . general contractors out of Vanc.

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The safety issue is secondary, but long-term plan to have safe tub access down the road, when I'm 110 yrs. old and not surfing. 

That said, I freely concede that it's "recreational" -- pragmatic alternative to a hot tub. One feature is "aroma therapy" as in scented oils and a heat unit to fragrance them up. Heater to maintain water temp, anti-scald feature so no blast of hot out of the tap. Heated seat back -- because you need to sit while the tub fills, and drains. (Although I can currently safely climb over the wall from the commode to the non slip tub seat.

 Knee is improving -- swelling down, not limping. This injury prompted me to think about hydro-therapy -- been sitting in tubs and showers for years. Will be nice to have a deep one! 

Knee Injury

Looks like I pulled the Iotibital Band --

Maybe some involvement with the Lateral patellar retinaculum . . . I'm not a doctor, don't play one on TV.

Tissue trauma has migrated down into the calf muscle, hematoma. Swelling involves calf, Achilles tendon area, ankle, top of foot.

RICE is the acronym -- Rest Ice Compression Elevation. We're doing it all. I have compression stockings for varicose veins, knee brace -- neoprene with lateral support, knee relief hole, two cross knee tension bands, above and below patella at the front.

Swelling is not resolving, but also not increasing. ER advised to give it a week. No activity, we're resting, icing, elevating, compressing . . .

Destiny

Seriously . . .

I'm sitting at the fire, watching the sets because of a knee injury (see below), and need to rest. It's a nice fire, a seat constructed from washed up phone poles and a timber 12" by 4" rustic, driftwood about 12 feet long.

I claim status as a master campfire builder beach fire. We're stacking the big stuff, building a coal bed, setting up for extended fire into the night.

OK and so this drop-dead wonderful curly red-haired girl walks onto the beach, headed for the beach fire. (It's public beach fire, for everyone. Not mine!)

"Mind if I join you?"



OMG! I can only pray to the surf dieties that you might sit here . . . !!! . . .  "Yes, do! You wanna smoke some doobie?" Ohhhhhhhhhh wait . . . I left the pipe in the car. Let me go get it!"

"It's OK, I have a spliff here I brought myself. You wanna beer?"

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!! Perfect !!! No beer, thanks. I'll just cleanse my palate sipping off yours. Get the weed taste and dry out of my mouth.k You're the red-haired girl Charlie Brown is in love with, aren't you? I'm Allison, what's your name?"

"Destiny."

Glanced at my watch. It was 4:20 PST --That's no bullshit . . . 4:20 PST.

Full disclosure here . . . She was watching her hubby, "Coast Guard Bob" on the red Hobie, 9'4", spectacular board wrangler -- but it goes to confirm that my destiny here is working out, figuratively, literally.