Posts Tagged ‘Exercise’

Howdy Ghost fans,

First, trying to explain what goes on in my head is pointless….like a bag full of monkeys on LSD, playing Xbox, having an orgy, while doing physics experiments all at the same time…sh*t’s just all sorts of wrong up there.

However, for some of y’all, I thought I’d take a minute to describe the insanity that goes on here. Some rules to help you sort the information that y’all are receiving.

1) This is NOT a diary or journal.
-Sometimes I start writing something, and don’t like it. So it sits as a draft, until I decide to work on it again and “publish” it…(meaning, show it to you.) It may be something that I’m feeling/going through RIGHT at that moment, but it may be something that a friend of mine was talking to me about, or some sh*t I went through awhile ago…even years ago. If you feel the need to check up on me, do so. Don’t do so, because you read something here. This is not my conduit for help, a desperate plea for attention, or some secret glimpse into my head.

DO NOT READ THIS AND ATTEMPT TO USE THIS INFORMATION TO DETERMINE WHAT I’M THINKING ABOUT YOU.

Ask me. I’ll tell you.

Subpoint…don’t try to use this to determine how my dating life is going….or get some secret peek behind the scenes about how a date went. If I went out with you, again…ask me. Trying to determine whether or not we’re compatible or if I’m “digging” you, by breaking down what I’m writing will just frustrate you and usually lead you off the right track. (However, if you’re the kind of chick that is always trying to figure out what people are “really thinking” and not taking what they say at face value, you’re definitely the wrong chick for me.)

2) I am the only contributor to this blog. There aren’t more people who I employ/work with to generate this stuff. Ghost, The White Knight, Dark Side, Pathos, Prodigy, and Everto are all me. They’re kind of like different colored glasses. You put them on, and you see things differently. It’s still you, but you get a unique perspective on things. They’re all part of Ghost and the weirdness that is me.

Subpoint…Guestblogger Fridays, I will tell you that I’ve kidnapped someone, or straight up stole their blog and am republishing it. This is the only exception.

3) I have a condition called Myasthenia Gravis. It sucks. Basically, your immune system gets the idea that YOU are the bad guy….(which is partially right, because Dark Side and Everto put off definite Bad Guy particles.) But, what happens is this: the muscles that you control like your hands, eyes, mouth, arms, legs, etc… receive messages from your brain to move. Like little emails. Well, the little inboxes that get these messages from your brain, get attacked and damaged or destroyed by your immune system. So, the first time you do something the muscle does what it’s supposed to, but the more you do it, the more your body attacks these inboxes, and it gets more difficult to move that muscle, as the message isn’t getting through the way it should. What happens is a rapid fatiuge…meaning you get tired, real fast when you do repetitive sh*t.

The best part of this? It’s incurable….and it’s a process diagnosis. There are some tests that can confirm the presence of certain anti-bodies in your blood, but some people with the condition, never show up on the radar. To diagnose it, they have to rule everything else out, that LOOKS like it. When the doctors are completely done trying to figure it out….they’re like, Yep…that must be it….or like that one asshat…”You’ve just got stress…get better rest, eat better food, and it will go away.” Nice try retard. Everyone has stress. So, I’ve had MRIs, CT scans, Xrays, blood tests, these things where they hook up electrical currents to your muscles and stimulate them like a robot motor….

Treatment…Bahahahahahaha!!!! Yeah, they don’t have a f*cking clue what causes it…some theories, and some places on the web promise you a lot, but then you find out they’re selling supplements or other dietary aids, so they have a distinct interest in getting your belief in them….

I’ve researched this crap, and found pictures of people in wheelchairs, unable to hold their own heads up…people who walk to their mailbox in front of their house to get their mail, and that’s all they’re able to do for the day…it scares the hell out of me. I have four kids…I love to chase them, and do stuff with them. I don’t want them to be trying to change dad’s diapers because he can’t move while they’re trying to raise their kids.

Anyway, if you notice that I haven’t posted in a few days…this is probably why. I have good days and bad ones…lately more trying and difficult…but I’m a fighter, and I’ll go down swinging for sure.

4) I reserve the right to think, say, feel…whatever the hell I want. Feel free to present your side of the argument. I reserve the right to change my mind, or to keep my opinion. No hard feelings…if you can’t accept that, suck it.

That’s about it. If you have something specific you’d like to get my opinion on…or even better, you want to talk to one of my ‘other’ personalities, contact me:

Irish.Ghost28@gmail.com

Check me out on Facespace at http://www.facebook.com/TheGhostLife
or follow me on Twitzone @TheGhostLife

Peace out, Hookers!

Ghost out…

What’s up, f*ckers? (Channeling my Steve Stiffler from the American Pie movies.)

Hey Cub fans…here’s what you have to  brag about at this very moment:

CENTRAL W L PCT GB HOME ROAD RS RA DIFF STRK L10 POFF
St. Louis 9 4 .692 - 4-2 5-2 73 42 +31 Lost 1 7-3 73.9
Milwaukee 6 7 .462 3 3-3 3-4 54 67 -13 Lost 1 5-5 39.7
Pittsburgh 5 7 .417 3.5 2-1 3-6 26 35 -9 Won 2 4-6 7.4
Cincinnati 5 8 .385 4 3-3 2-5 39 56 -17 Won 1 3-7 14.2
Houston 4 8 .333 4.5 3-3 1-5 46 49 -3 Lost 4 3-7 6.1
Chicago Cubs 3 10 .231 6 2-5 1-5 46 67 -21 Lost 5 2-8 8.9

Yep…Didn’t even make it to May and your asses are in the basement…Bahahahahahaha!!!!!

Where did you all go?  You were so vocal about the ring presentation in St. Louis. 

Crickets…..crickets….

Oh well…as you know, Ghost takes Friday’s off to play video games and chase women…or run from women chasing him…however it’s working that day…

Anyway, here’s a woman’s take on strip clubs…given that I used to date a “dancer”, I found this take remarkably uncontroversial…and at the same time…humanized the “strippers”.  Having spent time with “dancers” while they’re not at work…I can attest…some of them actually are quite interesting people.

Without further ado…I give you 21st Century and her take on strip clubs:

http://21stcenturylovetriangle.wordpress.com/2012/04/19/6-things-you-dont-know-about-strip-clubs/

Have fun this weekend b*tches!

Ghost has been invited to work security for roller derby, go to beerfest, and has a couple of ladies trying to catch the Ghost for what he can only assume is branding and then getting locked in a corral.  Oh yeah..and then he’s working Sunday again.

Should be some interesting stories this weekend anyway.

Ghost out…

Ghost:

This is my slack ass Friday….Here’s a new one…just stumbled across her blog….checking out the ‘Generation Y’ blog is well worth it.  It’s funny.

Here’s her blog about shoveling snow…now that we’re in the clear….y’all might enjoy it:

http://krissykrabtree.com/2012/04/02/hilarious-diary-of-a-snow-shoveler/

Thanks Krissy for doing my work for me today!

Ghost out…

Originally posted on Krissy Krabtree:

December 8: 6:00 PM. It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

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Well, f*ck.  I usually start with a title…and then run with it…but today will be a little different.

The inspiration for my post today was a tweet from one of my favorite pro wrestlers/actors yesterday.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson (@TheRock) tweeted this yesterday:

“To some its Hump Day. To us, it’s Wednesday’s getting its ass kicked & Thursday just asked Friday to switch places. #TeamBringIt”

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So, with a battle cry that I can get behind…here goes:

I’m pissed.  Angry.  Exhausted.  Sad.  Alone.  Hurting.

I’m sick.

Not just that call the significant other for a box of generic Dayquil caplets and that can of chicken dumpling stuff at Wally-Hell-Mart either.

The kind of sick that doesn’t go away.  The kind of sh*t where your doctor says, ‘There is no cure.’

The kind of sick that affects 3 to 30 out of 1,000,000 people…..(Ghost you f*cking lucky bastard! You always were good at bucking the odds.)

(Given where I live….No, you f*ckers…it isn’t an STD.  You insensitive pricks.)

I have a condition called Myasthenia Gravis….or MG….

http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/myasthenia_gravis/detail_myasthenia_gravis.htm

(How’s this for some real sciency sh*t, for you?)

(Agreed, very slim female!  F*ck MG!!!)

It’s an auto-immune disorder…basically, my body is attacking itself.  The nerve receptors for my skeletal or ‘voluntary’ muscles are affected.  So heart and other vital organ function is basically fine.  Just any action that I WANT to do gets really hard.

It’s usually only fatal when the chest wall muscles are affected…which presently…mine are not.

However, I’ve been informed that it’s chronic, meaning it will come back after long periods of being symptom free, and that it’s progressive.  What starts out quite isolated…in either the face or a neck muscle, can become generalized and in some folks…fatal.

(Ghost you mutherf*ckin’ ray o’ sunshine today!)

Well, F*CK you!!!  I’m not feeling all ‘sunshine, kitties and cotton candy’ today. I feel like Lewis Black F-bombs, Denis Leary rants and smashing liquor bottles against a brick wall with every ounce of my strength….or basically hurling two of them, and then having my arm hurt so damn bad that I want to cut it off.

The more I use the muscle, the faster it gets tired.  Walking up stairs will wind me.  Typing on the keyboard will cause a muscle spasm or tremor after about 5 minutes…or I’ll get twitchy, unsure keystrokes and have to use the backspace key a lot…

It’s played hell with my ability to work out.  I’m always tired, so knowing when to “push through the pain/fatigue” and when to actually stop is tough.

(Ghost is it possible you’re just out of shape?)

Oh, I know that I’m a little out of shape.  But, ask the people that I played softball with last year…or the guys I’ve played semi-pro football with the last three years.  I’m an athlete.  I used to run down the field on kickoffs, being one of the first guys down and cause hell with the blockers.  I played a softball game last year with a torn calf muscle.  Sat out one week…wrapped the thing up and kept playing….about four games later, playing the outfield….I sprinted in from left-center field and caught a sinking liner, and in one motion, fired the ball to first nearly doubling up the runner at first.  The guy would have been out too, but our first baseman wasn’t expecting the throw and wasn’t on the bag.

No, this is more than Ghost being a little extra fluffy.  This shit is more….and I’ve been ignoring it.

See, I first dealt with this sh*t back in 2004.  I ran the gauntlet on testing, bloodwork, eye exams, MRI and x-rays….to have the neurologist tell me….it’s just stress.

I looked at this prick and said, I worked 50+ hour weeks, helped care for a new baby, and carried 16-18 hours at college the last two years.  I’m kicking ass at work, I graduated, and own a home now.  School is over, my kid is using the crapper and sleeping through the night…I’ve experienced a tremendous drop in stress.  Sorry doc.

Well, I did a couple rounds with steroid treatments…and felt a hell of a lot better.  I ended up changing jobs.  Started working 40 hour weeks, and my symptoms faded…really about all that was noticeable…was a slight droop in my right eyelid.

(It’s progressive, so it’s worse late in the day…but this is about how my right eyelid starts out each day.)

Well….about a year ago…I moved to third shift….Three months after that, I started seeing ########.  About two months after that, I started noticing the symptoms….eyesight getting crappy…(double vision is common with this disorder, as the eye muscles get fatigued holding focus), she was complaining about too much spit in my kisses…(the right side of my face is affected…giving me a just been to the dentist office droop on the right corner of my mouth…from time to time, I’ll wipe it and it’ll be moist.)…..

It had been so long….I just couldn’t see it.

It’s been progressively getting worse.  I noticed it in December as I started a much less physically demanding job, but was getting MORE tired.  I blamed it on the bounce from third to first and then to second shift.

For nine months, I routinely blasted steel parts with a sledge hammer.  The people I worked with knew what parts I was working with based on the duration of hammering, and number of f-bombs flying.  I earned the old-timers respect by refusing to just send the part out to salvage to have them cut it out with a torch and start over, but doing it “old school” and banging that piece into shape.

This is not the body of someone who gets tired walking up stairs.

I know that she isn’t talking to me…but tell ######## that I didn’t know….I’m sure it was affecting my attitude and behaviors…being tired for no real damn reason has made me a little erratic and irritable, I’ve noticed…I’m sorry.

I’m f*cking scared.  This MG crap has a laundry list of ‘possible’ causes, but even the doctors who I’ve seen say, “We don’t really know what causes it.”

Some people test positive for certain markers using blood tests, some people have certain measurable muscle responses, while others do not.  Some people have tumors on the Thymus gland…some go symptom free after having it removed….while others experience a relapse of symptoms within a year following the surgery.

F*ck me.

(So, let me get this straight?  They aren’t sure what causes it.  Aren’t sure how to treat it….Weekly blood transfusions are one of the prescribed more aggressive plans….Sounds like some medieval ‘get the bad blood out’ type of sh*t to me.)

I have only told a couple of people.  So, now I’m putting it out there.  I don’t think I’ll tattoo it on my forehead, or wear special letters sewn onto my clothing.  I’m not sure why I didn’t want to tell anyone…I guess, I didn’t want people treating me differently.  I don’t ever want to have my workload lightened because I’m “sick”.  I certainly don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me.

But, I know that I’m gonna need help to deal with this.  So, I guess I’m letting my friends know why I’m turning down invites to events and not hanging out like I used to.

I can’t give it to anyone…basically…my body hates itself.  Which is sort of ironic…because I’ve always said there was no punishment that anyone could give to me that would ever top what I would do to myself…Damn…it sucks being right.

The symptoms are a lot worse this time, and I’m f*cking scared.  If I get through this, is it gonna come back in 4 years….8 years…12?  But be even worse?  F*ck.  I can’t imagine having to take a break, halfway up the stairs.  Son of a b*tch.

Well, I’m not gonna borrow trouble from tomorrow. I’ve got enough sh*t to deal with today.

First step…attitude.

F*ck MG.  I’m gonna whip it’s ass.

Second…Whip MG’s ass.

Well, got the game plan…time to execute.

‘Til next time, Ghost fans….

Ghost out…

Yes, yes…Ghost said it…

I’m going to limit myself to one trip to a fast-food joint a month.  So, we’re going to be doing a goodbye montage…

So long Taco bell….you magnificent softshell supremes…

No longer going to get it ‘my way’….

Damn you, Hardee’s….you know this is hard….sniff, sniff…

Ahh, f*ck that place….The Sweet Tea is the only thing that I’d EVER get from there…

Bahahahahaha!!!!!!!!

So there you go…my new project…going to have to focus on my few enjoyable vices left….alcohol, sex with strangers and my favorite…combining the two! ;-)

ST. PAT’S THIS SATURDAY!!!!!!!!!!  MARCH 17TH, Y’ALL!!!!!!!!!

The little bro, The Beast will be in town….Black Sabbath will be about….who the hell knows who else we’ll run into…Pepsi Throwback has been making noise…Will we get a Subzero sighting?……the blog should be interesting on Monday.

Ghost out…

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Yes, Ghost means it. Goodbye you worthless, horrible, teeth staining, fat generating, high fructose corn syrup infused demon swill!

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***I will reserve the right to consume soda under the following conditions:
1) The world is ending.

(Seriously…F*ck the calories….there’s more important sh*t going on…)

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2) Scarlett Johansson orders me to.

(Yes…..)

(Yes…..)

(Don’t hurt me…wait…okay, whatever you say!!!!  Next week, again? Absoultely!)

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3) There is liquor trapped inside of a glass with the stuff. (Then, I’ll throw caution to the wind in order to save those precious spirits from that High Fructose Whore Syrup!!!)

(Don’t worry, Whiskey…I’m coming in after you!  Never leave a man behind!!!)

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There she is. Ghost’s new project for the week.  Look for diet/nutrition based improvements this month.

Neckbrace, you slave driving, personal trainer from hell…I’ll be seeing you real soon. Bikini season is fast approaching, and there’s no way I’m fitting in one right now. ;-)

Ghost out…

As we all run around and tackle life’s challenges, there are some little things that we pass on that would make a huge difference.

For you UrbanDictionary.com people, no. Stop right now.

My goal isn’t ANYTHING related to any of their definitions,

Simply. I’m going to actually get up a little earlier, and take my canine homeboy for a trip around the block where he can piss on anything and everything.

The walk will be good for me to clear my head, and that hyper freak could use the exercise.

So Ghost and Guido will be making the rounds.

Sorry to all the telephone poles, mailboxes and fire hydrants in the neighborhood.

Ghost out…