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Just in case anyone had any doubts, 20" of straight suspension training really can not only make you barely able to move the next day but can make you a bit sick to your stomach as well. My bod is a bit 'delicate' today.

The local Y had an 'Intro to TRX' free session yesterday and I signed up for it. It didn't feel bad at the time and I was doing a lot better then I thought I could do, so I pushed it until muscle exhaustion said 'Stop!'. Like 'wobbly legs, B/P drop' stop. I'm now up to an hour on the treadmill at 3.5 mph and a 3.5% grade with a h/r of no more then 110/min. Considering last Jan I was lucky to do 15" at 1.5 mph and 0% and hitting 126/m easily, that's good.

However, 20" of something so totally new to me was a 'Bad Idea' [tm].

The expectations of my alligator ego could not stand up to the abilities of my hummingbird ass.

I feel like 'the day after the yearly PT test' when I hadn't trained at all for it. Like '600mg ibuprofen and 500mg acetaminophen in one dose[*] and limping around like there isn't a major muscle bundle that isn't abused' sore. I'd try a hot shower or a hot tub soak, but I don't trust getting in and out of a wet tub right now. And since there isn't a company that makes a 'total body pain heat patch', I'll just have to deal with my fruits of my folly for a day or so.

Will I continue with this form of training? Most likely, but with much more moderation. Adding it to an already mixed regimen of doing the treadmill [cardio] and yoga [flexibility and balance along with core strength] will make a good triad. And the fact I can set up TRX at home fairly easily is all the better.

But ... maybe in a few days. Like ... next week?


[*] Note: I double up like this very rarely. Like when I have a fibro flare rare which, Thank Bog, I have maybe once a year. Actually, today feels a lot like a fibro flare, but I know what's caused it unlike a flare which comes out of no where with no rhyme or reason.

Book Meme

Dec. 23rd, 2008 11:29 am
seticat: (med-fun - xray - made-by-me)
stolen from [livejournal.com profile] lazigyrl.

1) Open the closest book - not a favorite or most intellectual book - but the book closest at the moment, to page 56
2) Write out the fifth sentence, as well as two to five sentences following
3) tag five innocents [or more] - sorry folks - I tag anyone who's reading this.

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As Colby slides a non-rebreather mask over Dave's head, I grab his right arm and palpate a quick BP. It's okay, about 140 systolic, but his heart rate is 120. Colby taps me on the shoulder, and hands me a spiked bag of saline.

You're reading my mind, kid. You need a pat on the back when this is over.

Colby is a First Responder, and about as sparky as a kid can get, but he's doing good. I slip a 16 gauge into Dave's right arm and tape it down. It ain't pretty - just three wraps with 3 inch tape - but it's effective. (The neat little chevrons I was taught to make in medic school pull loose too easily.)

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from: "Life, Death and Everything In Between: A Paramedic's Memories" by Steven 'Kelly" Grayson, NREMT-P.

FWIW: Steve, aka 'AD' or 'Ambulance Driver' as he's known over on the med blogs, seems to be a 'seriously cool dude'[tm] and someone I would not only be willing to ride in the back of the 'big bus' with, but would probably let take care of me and mine. That's assuming I ever crash-n-burn or am looking for a job down in Louisiana.

ADDENDA: Yes, I read this sort of stuff recreationally. It's the medical equivalent of 'No shit! There I was...'

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