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October 2007

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

There are good days and bad days with arthritis. If you’re like me, and entirely too superstitious, you don’t even want to discuss the good days – you’d rather enjoy them and ignore the consequences of even saying it out loud. But for the sake of posterity, I must say: so far so good!

It’s been a good few weeks of the right medicine, working out regularly, trips to the chiropractor and visits to the acupuncturist. Talk about 360-degree treatment! I know that it can’t last forever – a reality we all live with – but for the time being, I don’t want to jinx myself. We’re out traveling around the country holding events with doctors and patients and so it’s a good time to feel good.

Now if only my arthritis could control the weather, and not the other way around…...

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Today I’m confronted with a really difficult decision. Granted it’s not the kind of decision that will make-or-break anything, but it’s difficult because it has broader implications: what the heck do I eat for lunch? The problem I’m facing – now and almost always – is that I want to eat something I like, but I also want to eat something that likes me. In other words what tastes great isn’t always what “fills you up” or satisfies a craving (the way a nice solid hamburger can. Oh dear that hamburger can do it to you every time). Instead I’m left choosing between another cobb salad versus something I really want.

We’re back on the road lately, meeting with doctors and advocacy groups and community leaders and support group organizers, and I’m feeling that “travel weight” pack on – the kind that comes with awkward sleeping, overnight munchies, and endless amounts of unhealthy food to choose from. And so I sit in my hotel room, stare hopelessly at the room service menu, and contemplate doing another 15 push-ups.

Come to think of it, I’d feel better ordering that club sandwich if I did another set of push-ups. If it works for the U.S. Army – the sweetest smelling army in the world – then it might actually work for me.

Captain Cobb, over and out.