Month: February 2010

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Sometimes after a long and weary day at work you just do not feel like making any comments.

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Those little white pills that Thea brought home for me the other day from her work are amazing. Although the official cure is ten days, I feel completely cured after only two.

The pain in my shoulders is pretty much gone and I feel great. Actually, I still can feel that the something that used to be painful is still in there, but the pain impulses normally sent to my brain are blocked dead in their tracks.

The ultimate test was surviving a number of intense golf training sessions hitting balls on the driving range. The ball trajectories are slowly but surely getting straighter with an occasional errant draw/hook, the constant pounding of club face to the mat ineffective.

The secret goes by the name of Meloxicam 7,5 PCH, at least that is what is written in tiny letters on the back of the medicine strip.

According to the scientific literature, "Meloxicam inhibits cyclooxygenase (COX), the enzyme responsible for converting arachidonic acid into prostaglandin H2--the first step in the synthesis of prostaglandins, which are mediators of inflammation. Meloxicam has been shown, especially at its low therapeutic dose, selectively to inhibit COX-2 over COX-1."

Lovely little miracles these small round objects that I swallow.


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Within a couple years after his near fatal car accident, Ben Hogan made an amazing comeback by winning the Open Championship at Merion in 1950 (USGA Journal article).

So what am I complaining about with my sore shoulder, what a sham compared to the painful obstacles Ben Hogan had to overcome.

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This was truly one of the most memorable moments in the history of golf and truly an inspiration for me.

Go out there and practice alot so that by the end of the year your handicap hits the single digit realm.


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Just stop for a moment. Have a look around and you'll see mobs of people rushing to get who knows where. They never seem to reach their destinations.

Nothing more than a non-stop parade of meandering souls coming and going. One lady isn't looking where she is going and jars me to the side. Another person passing in the opposite direction, bumps me back into the mass of cytoplasm.

Brownian motion at its best.

From the slightly elevated entrance, I can look pretty far down to the end of the main hallway. I feel like I am floating on a restless sea of bobbing heads.


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My right shoulder is killing me, and it has been pretty painful on and off now for about half a year. I cannot figure out what is causing it. The intensity of the pain doesn't seem to have any logical correlation with my daily activities. It can flair up for no reason at all or then disappear just like that. Sometimes it can lock at the joint slightly, and the ensuing muffled crack from deep inside of the ligaments can hurt pretty bad. Could it have something to do with my working long hours behind my laptop?

Luckily it doesn't affect my golf game, except if I have to carry my bag. Winter play disallows usage of push carts, so now I just carry my bag from my left shoulder and hope for the best. My back swing and follow-through are not limited by my right shoulders which makes me very thankful.

This afternoon I have an appointment with the friendly neighborhood physiotherapist, and I'm curious what he has to say. His usual thing is to give me a bunch of exercises I have to do each morning to loosen up my joints. But to be honest, I'm a little worried that this is some kind of chronic infection that requires a more serious medical treatment.


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The moon shook and curled up like gentle fire
The ocean glazed and melted wire
Voices buzzed in spiral eyes
Stars dived in blinding skies

- Porcupine Tree
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My train is running late again, for the third time in less than a week.

This is bad news because I was hoping to get to work early in order to prepare for a fairly important meeting in the afternoon.

The good news is that I choose to take things in stride.

Once I've accepted the delay and the fact that no matter what I do or how I react, I'm going to be late, I can just relax and absorb the world around me.

The world around me could care less who's late and who's on time.


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This personal weblog was started way back on July 21, 2001 which means that it is 7-21-2001 old.

So far this blog contains no less than 2070 entries and as many as 1860 comments.

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I graduated from Stanford 6-5-1979 ago.

Believe it or not but I am 10-11-1957 young.

I first met Thea 6-14-1980 ago.

This blog came into existence 7-21-2001 ago.

Kiffin Rockwell was shot down and killed 9-23-1916 ago.

I began my well-balanced and healthy life style 1-8-2013 ago.

My father passed away 10-20-2000 ago.