18 Sep 2013: I dreamed I lived in marble halls
First thing 20 minute workout: 220 low-rise steps as planned, need to build up more gradually to 300 and beyond. May not even choose to do so. Also did movement with and without weights and plan on a physio section this afternoon.
Indeed, completed that physio; did six centuries (sets of 100) on the rackety rower, about half with weights.
Symptoms such as poor vision a bit less today, but I am on 400 magnification which gives my small-print copy of Johansen (History of Ancient Philosophy) an unparalleled sharpness: but I can get this on my trashed-up PowerBook and I am sick of throwing money at Apple…don’t want the iPad, it would probably be more problems.
Probably in the TMI (Too Much Information) department would be this morning’s severe constipation and a male nurse excavation, excruciatingly painful and accompanied by a lecture in drinking plenty of water.
He who dwells in marble halls rolls his poop into little balls. So says the poet, but I miss the ease of bowel movements before all this nonsense began. Now they are a major operation as I march, the march of Mahler’s doomed in his aria Revelge (tralalee) towards the Toilet with walking stick and book. Man versus Toilet.