Your Helmet Won’t Stop A Speeding Car…

I grew up during as time when the wearing of bicycle helmets wasn’t really a thing. And how could it be? I couldn’t wear a helmet while wearing earphones to my walkman, now could I? This was long before the advent of earbuds but honestly, as long as I was wearing a ball cap to protect my scalp from the sun and I was home before dark, my parents never imposed the wearing of a bike helmet. These days? Depending on the community you live in, the requirement of a bike helmet may be law. But there isn’t a day where I don’t see multiple people cycling in heavy traffic areas without a helmet.

It is what it is. Some people are more apt to follow rules and best practices than others. But the curious thing is, what purpose does a bike helmet serve? If you’re a young child and you happen to topple sideways on your bike, a helmet may save your skull from cracking on the edge of a sidewalk; no question. But whether you’re a child or an adult, you’re helmet won’t save you from any significant incident, such as getting struck by a moving car. This makes one wonder why it’s considered so necessary on most cases. And this post is about all of those little “rules,” not just bicycle helmets.

The reason behind certain rules and regulations isn’t always clear. And more often than not, it can seem unnecessary and perhaps even excessive. Especially if you find yourself on the receiving end of a penalty in relation to any of it. One good example is last week, when I was issued a traffic ticket for performing an “illegal” turn. I won’t get into the specifics of the ticket, other than to say that I definitely performed the alleged action, and the section of legislation does render it unlawful. So I really can’t argue the traffic ticket. But I couldn’t help but feel that I had done nothing wrong or unsafe and that being issued a ticket because of it was rather ridiculous.

The point behind today’s particular rant, is that even though it seemed perfectly safe and acceptable to me, doesn’t mean that it would be to everyone. In most cases, an incident likely occurred that led to that action becoming unlawful. By that logic, it becomes important for people to observe those laws and abide by them. Not only for their own safety, but the safety of others. At the risk of opening my comments section up to a plethora of argumentative points of view, this concept applies to a lot of rules, regulations and laws that are being enacted in response to the current state of the world. Some of them may seem unfair or excessive, but they all have the aim to protect and safeguard the population as a whole.

Most people can’t discern the difference between their “rights” and doing “what’s right.” The two often don’t go hand-in-hand and don’t always apply to one another. And sometimes, we need to abide by certain rules in order for society to continue to function normally. This is the cost of living in a modern society where we live in mass gathering of populated towns and cities. I’m quite certain that if a vehicle clips me while I’m out cycling, my helmet likely won’t do a damn thing to save me. Just like wearing a face mask “may” do nothing for me or the people around me. But I acknowledge two things: the first is that I can still observe my rights as a person while abiding by the rules. The second is that it costs me nothing, which tends to make peoples’ theatrics over most of these issues more than a bit ridiculous. this is why you’ll always see me do both those things, so long as it’s required of me. Food for thought… ☯️

A Review: The Running Man (Spoilers)

Here we are again… I’m reviewing a film I recently had the pleasure of watching with my wife. While I don’t consider myself to be a film critic in the traditional sense, I tend to review certain films that have a connection to me in some way. Either a reboot or remake of something that triggers nostalgia, or that rewrites a story that has long sat as a classic… This brings me to today’s review, although I don’t know if I would classify the original as a “classic,” per se. But I certainly remember enjoying it when it came out. I’m talking about The Running Man. The original movie, which was released in 1987, is a dystopian action film that’s based on a book written by Stephen King. Starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, it follows the story of a wrongfully-convicted police officer who gets convicted and is offered a chance at freedom by starring in a reality show where convicts are hunted by killers. The show in question is, of course, called “The Running Man.”

The original boasted the kind of cheesy, pre-1990’s action that one would expect to see, and is slightly different from the kind of action film that’s Schwarzenegger would star in, with the likes of Commando, Predator and Raw Deal, all of which came out around the same time. But the action was sound and the kill scenes quite prominent. Although my memory is a touch hazy (considering I was 9 years old at the time and haven’t watched the film since then), I remember enjoying it and thinking it was a good movie. I remember how, at the time, my father told me I couldn’t watch it because it was too violent and not suited for my age. But once everyone was asleep and my father was alone in the living room, I may or may not have gotten up to watch with him on the a simple promise of “don’t tell your mother.” Ah, the 80’s… How I miss you…

But moving on to the modern, remade version. Released in 2025 and just recently on streaming platforms, I had the pleasure of watching this remake with my wife last weekend. Much like the original, the movie’s protagonist is named Ben Richards. No big change there. The premise still includes Ben being on a show called The Running Man and hunted by vicious and merciless hunters. This version stars Glen Powell as the main character, who appears to have significant anger issues (call back to yesterday’s post), which often gets him in trouble. Unemployed and despondent, he “volunteers” to be on The Running Man in order to win the prize money to help save his daughter, who is ill and requires treatment. The differences between the two versions is that Ben is able to travel essentially anywhere on the globe to escape, where the original was contained within the television show’s arena. The original involved convicts being hunted by killers, where the remake sees down on their luck citizens volunteering and being hunted by what has effectively become the country’s federal militant law enforcement.

The film provides some solid action scenes, some comic relief and a solid story line. I especially enjoyed seeing Michael Cera playing something other than an awkward, nerdy teenager who doesn’t get the girl. Although, being the grown anarchist still living with his mom may not be much better. But it was funny nonetheless. Throughout the film, various tactics are used by the protagonist that I don’t seeing in the previous version, such as hiding out in bunkers, using disguises and alternate identities and some cunning and planning. It’s a clear attempt at trying to modernize the concept for an age where people dissect and analyze every detail of a movie, instead of just watching it and enjoying the ride. Which is fine. Although I did indicate spoilers in this post, I won’t ruin the ending for anyone planning on watching the film but I enjoyed it quite a bit. Since I usually spend a fair bit of my time binge-watching series, a good action movie is a welcome change every once in a while. If you’re looking for some mindless action and gratuitous violence mixed in, The Running Man may just be a good weekend watch for you. ☯️

Letting The Hate Flow Through You…

Okay, maybe “hate” is a bit of s strong word but I couldn’t help to have a small play on words from Star Wars. But the focus of today’s post is negative emotion, more specifically, anger. We all get angry sometimes. The best example of anger in action is in toddlers. Think about it, when a toddler doesn’t get what they want or can’t vocalize what they need, they tend to let their internal anger grow and bubble up to the surface. As adults, we tend to identify these emotional outbursts as “tantrums” and usually do our best to stop them from occurring. Sometimes, punitive discipline, such as being relegated to one’s room or having a favorite toy away, is used as a means of not only stopping these angry outbursts but to also prevent future outbursts from happening. But is that the right approach? Just to be clear, folks, this post isn’t an attempt at telling folks how they should parent their child. In fact, with the exception of this particular example, the post will be about anger in general and not focused on children. It’s just an extremely good example.

I need to confess that I’ve probably re-written this post about three times, followed by deleting the content and starting from scratch. Why? Because anger, and really, most emotion in general, has always been a bit of a difficult concept to me. As a child, I was usually timid, withdrawn and never really displayed huge outbursts of visible emotion. During my formative years, I was what most Trekkies would consider to be a proverbial Vulcan, perhaps experiencing the emotions inside but keeping them internalized so that all you see is the creepy, unsettling calm of a young child showing you nothing that you could gauge. As I got older, I was victim of bullying all throughout my school career. While this has a measurable effect on anyone it would happen to, for me, it had the effect of encouraging my martial arts training and to begin using some of my emotion as a valuable tool for growth. Some of the after effects surrounding anger didn’t work out for me so well. By the time I had graduated high school and made my way through college, anger started to become a very real part of my reality. And I externalized it likely far more than I probably should have.

It wouldn’t be until I reached the young stage of adulthood that I would begin to embrace martial arts, not only as a fighting art and means of self-defense, but as a focusing tool to allow me to channel and move my anger in a constructive way, instead of constantly losing my shit over the smallest things. Soon after, I began studying Zen Buddhist concepts, immersing myself in meditation, breathing exercises and finding ways to center myself. You would be amazed at how simple, deep-breathing exercises and clearing one’s mind can help focus and eliminate the anger in your heart. But the combination of both the martial arts and Buddhist concepts have allowed me to work through the past couple of decades in rather stressful and dangerous circles, all the while keeping my cool and controlling my anger. It doesn’t mean I don’t experience that anger; I’ve simply found a way to channel it. I often quip that I’m not calm because I study Buddhism; I study Buddhism to ensure I maintain that calm. To the average person, there likely doesn’t appear to be a difference. To the one working through, the difference is palpable.

So, what is anger? hell, what is emotion in general? Well, on the not-so-physical front, there’s a reason why people refer to emotions as “feelings.” Because it’s something you often end up feeling. Or your emotion elicits some physiological reaction in the body. If you’re sad, you’ll begin to weep. If you’re attracted to someone and begin to develop amorous feelings, your pulse and heart rate increases, you may sweat a bit and if this happens when you’re unfortunately in your teenage years, you may experience some embarrassing visible effects, which usually happen to you right around the time the teacher calls you up to the board to solve a math problem. Such is life. But because of this, and the physiological reaction they cause, most people throughout the ages have believed that emotion comes from the heart. My 11-year old son wisely commented to his mother recently that according to him, the heart only pumps blood. It doesn’t house feelings such as love. Smart kid. I may get to retire early yet…

So, where do emotions like anger actually come from, if not the actual heart? Well, that’s a complicated question and bearing in mind that I’m not a doctor, proceed at your own risk and take what I’m writing with grain of salt. For the most part, emotion stems from a number of systems within the body working together. Starting with the amygdala, which processes everything and tells your brain what emotion you should be feeling, this is coupled with the systems in the body that release key hormones and cause the physiological responses one feels. Then, your body generally pairs that with memory to connect the feeling with the thought, which elicits whatever response you may have. Some of that is primal and genetic and can’t be avoided, such as freezing in place when one hears a hissing snake. Evolution has given us certain genetic memories of when we should feel fear. There’s a whole mess of other moving parts mixed in there but as I said, I’m not a doctor and I certainly don’t understand some of it.

I found an interesting article in Psychology Today, which was posted in September of 2024, that says “(Charles) Darwin assumed a universality of emotional expressions – that they are expressed the same way across cultures and many species. He proposed that emotions are evolutionary adaptations that have helped humans and animals survive and reproduce, and argued that certain emotional expressions are linked to particular physiological responses and behaviors. Influenced by Darwin’s assumptions about emotional expression, in the second half of the twentieth century a theory developed that postulated that there are several basic hardwired emotions arising from deep, ancient, subcortical parts of the brain and that these basic emotions are universally expressed by all humans and shared by many animal species.”

Some of this makes a lot of sense. After all, people across the world who speak different languages and live in different cultures all feel the same happiness, the same anger, the same sadness… Emotion is almost a universal language. This is why people know what a smile is, even from infancy, and use it to express happiness. But some of Darwin’s thoughts focus on the fact that emotions are hard-wired as a result of evolution. If you have ten minutes for a constructive read, click on the hyperlink above and work through the article. It has some great insights into different emotional models. I’m slowly working my way off topic here and going down a bit of a rabbit hole, since my initial intention had been to discuss anger. But it’s difficult to look at a singular emotion without recognizing some o the generalized processes that occur in all of them. So here we are. And we should get back on topic. Before I get angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry… (see what I did there).

This raises the very basic question of, is anger a bad thing? The easy, high-level answer is no. All emotion one feels is not only perfectly normal and part of who you are as a human being, but experiencing them and expressing them is not only healthy, it’s necessary. The key point is HOW you express them. That’s what can make the difference between acknowledging that the asshole in the next lane didn’t MEAN to cut you off and you should get on with your day, or following them aggressively, while honking your horn and nearly causing a collision, just so they can see you flip them off at the next red light. And no, I’m not necessarily speaking from experience. But I have had a lot of experience. And I’ve existed in various states of anger and how I’ve dealt with it. In my teens and early 20’s, I didn’t experience or feel much anger. I’m always reminded of a time when I was out to coffee with a friend. He had always had a bit of an anger issue, and we were sitting at a corner table that had windows around it. Three youngsters stood outside one of these windows and began smoking. They were laughing and occasionally looking inside at us. My friend felt they were laughing at us and felt it was his obligation to step outside and teach them respect. I felt nothing.

Not feeling anger is not necessarily a good thing. In certain circumstances, it can signal that a person is suppressing or repressing them, perhaps as a result of an earlier trauma in life or because you were raised to believe anger was bad and would be punished. That being said, those feelings often surface as something else, such as anxiety or depression. During my younger years, I never looked at myself deeply enough to understand any of that but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized the importance of anger. Most people don’t take the opportunity to realize that anger can signal some very important things, like knowing that a personal boundary or belief has been crossed, that something is unfair to you or requires you to step up, emotionally. Anger is also important to help one with self-reflection; looking deep within themselves to potentially understand the source of this anger and why it was triggered. Last but not least, anger can be an incredible motivator. I’ve channeled my anger into workouts, karate sessions and as a tool to properly assert myself and re-examine situations I find myself in.

So, in closing, the important key aspect to note is to acknowledge that anger isn’t inherently a bad thing. Like most emotions on the spectrum, it’s how you process and deal with it that will make the difference. If you allow your anger to control you and drive your decisions, you can find yourself in compromising and even dangerous situations before you know it. But if you can learn to understand your anger and channel it appropriately, it can serve as an important tool that not only teaches you a few things along the way but can also be a powerful motivator for the adversity of life. The important thing is to find what works for you. Meditation and karate has been absolute life changers for me. But that may not work for someone else. After all, we’re all different people. So, the next time you get a craving for your favorite salt & vinegar chips and some wretched bastard ahead of you grabs the last bag, don’t grab them and put them through a window in rage. Instead, stop, take a deep breath and look within yourself. Don’t try to suppress your anger. Simply channel it and learn from it. You’ll be all the better for it. Food for thought… ☯️

Step Into Healthier Feet…

If you haven’t guessed, I enjoy my pun-based titles. Most posts I write will have some play on words relating to the content. Half the fun is in doing so. But anyway, yesterday I wrote on the importance of proper oral hygiene and how it relates to Diabetes. I’ve said it before and I can easily repeat now, Type-1 Diabetes has this nasty habit of affecting just about every aspect of the human body. From possible vision problems to compromised organs, it’s no wonder that people living with Type-1 Diabetes run into so many issues and complications. Tack on the fact that fluctuating blood sugars will often sap one’s energy and will, and you have an easy recipe for disaster where it relates to one’s health. And your feet are no exception. Proper foot health is a very real concern t=for someone living with Type-1 Diabetes. And today, we’re going to explore those problems. Walk with me… (see what I did there?)

Your feet are an important part of your body. Seems like a pretty obvious statement, right? After all, isn’t EVERY part of your body important? Well, that’s a matter of opinion… Just ask your tonsils or your appendix. But I digress… Your feet are essentially your means of locomotion, allowing you to walk, run, stand and if you happen to study the martial arts like me, kick, block and defend yourself. The loss of one’s feet would present fairly specific challenges that would make all around daily life a serious challenge. This is why it always makes me so sad when I hear that someone’s Type-1 Diabetes has gotten bad enough that they had to have their foot and/or feet amputated. In fact, it’s a Diabetic aspect that I’ve often seen referenced in comedy circles, right up there with quoting Wilfred Brimley. But all jokes, or attempted jokes aside, what are the issues that lead to this outcome? And what can someone with type-1 Diabetes do to properly prevent them?

According to an article posted by the Cleveland Clinic, “People with diabetes are at an increased risk of foot conditions and complications if they have diabetes-related neuropathy and/or poor circulation. Diabetes-related neuropathy happens when you experience nerve damage due to persistently high blood sugar (hyperglycemia). It most commonly affects your feet.” One of the reasons that these aspects tend to affect the feet, is also because it’s an extremity, where blood circulation will already be at its lowest. For this reason, neuropathy will set in much easier than in other areas of the body. The article goes on to indicate that these issues can be caused and snowball due to a number of different aspects, including sores or blisters that go unnoticed and are allowed to become infected. Since folks with Type-1 Diabetes have a weaker immune system, they’re at a higher risk of infection.

And the damage caused to the feet’s blood vessels can make the healing process take far longer. This increases the risk of the infection spreading into other areas of the body, leading to gangrene, which can lead to the amputation that seems to be the trademark of an uncontrolled Diabetic. Some of the prevailing conditions that can lead to foot complications include but are not limited to:

  • Cuts, ulcers, burns and blisters that don’t heal.
  • Dry, cracked skin.
  • Corns and calluses.
  • Fungal infections or ingrown toenails.
  • Hammertoes and bunions.

It can be pretty difficult for someone, especially if one is not a health care professional, to notice and identify some of the issues with one’s feet. But some of the symptoms that one should be on the look out for may include persistent sores, calluses or or blisters, bleeding without injury, infected skin or pus, foul smell, persistent aching or pain in the feet and/or ankles, swelling or skin discoloration. If you start to notice any of these issues, you may wish to consult your doctor or medical professional. Consistent symptoms may be an indicator of an issue that will require medical attention.

So, it’s fair enough o say that folks with Diabetes have this complication, but what causes it? Typically, foot issues are caused by neuropathy or poor circulation. Lessened circulation will also contribute to the difficulty in healing wounds on the feet. Uncontrolled blood sugars, like in every other scenario, take the driver’s seat in how healthy your feet will be, since consistently high blood sugars will cause nerve damage in the legs and feet, leading to consistent aching and pain, even when there’s nothing visible to be seen. Like with everything else medically-related in life, every person is different and symptoms may persist in different ways for each person. What’s important is to ensure you’re taking proper steps to care for your feet to avoid these issues.

What can you do to prevent some of these issues? Well, the preventative steps will seem somewhat obvious but you’d be surprised at how many people seem to overlook them. First and foremost, control your damn blood sugars! That should be obvious for a variety of important reasons, not only foot health. But least of all, you should be checking your feet on a daily basis. Since Diabetics may have lessened sensation in the feet, wounds and blisters may not always be felt. I sit down to put on socks and shoes every morning, and perform a cursory check of both feet to ensure I don’t have wounds that I may have incurred that I wasn’t aware of. You want to ensure that your footwear and socks fit properly, not too tightly, and are in good condition and clean. The clean part relates to your socks, which some people have a propensity for re-wearing socks for more than a day. This is a bad idea, given the potential bacteria you may be introducing into cuts or sores from extended wearing of socks. Change ‘em up on a daily basis and make sure they aren’t too tight, limiting an already limited blood flow.

Make sure your shoes fit well, are comfortable and don’t exert pressure or tightness against any areas of your feet. The insoles of your shoes should be in good condition and prevent rubbing against your feet to cause blisters. Wash your feet daily. I mean, you should be doing that regardless but keeping your feet clean and properly moisturized are important steps to maintaining proper foot health. Consistent exercise to help maintain blood flow can also be important. You should avoid ripping off calluses or corns yourself, or walking around bare-footed (as much as I love doing this). All it takes is one step on your kid’s LEGO block to cause a wound that will trigger a negative chain of foot-related events that you won’t want to deal with. Last but not least, trim your toenails properly and make sure there are no sharp edges or ingrown nails.

Diabetes Canada has a great checklist that covers a lot of this. You can access it here. A lot of what’s described above should be things that you’re doing regardless. Proper exercise, controlling blood sugars and daily cleaning and washing being among the most prominent. So, while it may seem tedious to be doing so much to maintain proper foot health, it’s really just an inclusion to what you should already be doing to stay healthy. Type-1 Diabetes is a life-long condition; one that will eventually do me in, I’m sure. But I have no intention of making it easy or going down without a fight. This is why it’s so important to maintain these bodily systems and ensure your feet are there to carry you around for the foreseeable future. Food for thought… ☯️

Put A Smile Into Your Health…

This feels like one of those posts where I should clarify that I’m not a doctor or health professional, and I base the content of my posts on personal experience and my own, independent research that I find online. So, read at your own leisure but take it for grain of salt until you can consult your own healthcare professional. There it is. Now, on with the post… For most of our lives, we’ve been told to brush our teeth. This seems like a pretty common and obvious hygiene practice, and is societally expected among other things like wearing deodorant and showering. But in the busy hustle of life, brushing one’s teeth can be one of the most easily overlooked hygiene practices, even in the western world. In looking up information for this post, which was triggered by my wife and children attending scheduled dental visits, it was difficult to find anything definitive on the origins of brushing one’s teeth. The one common theme among the varying sources I read, is that the practice is actually several thousands of years old, with people using “chew sticks,” which are twigs or branches taken from certain trees. These wooden pieces would fray once snapped, making a small, makeshift brush.

Prior to that, ancient humans ate a diet mostly consisting of plants and fruits, and this high-fiber diet would promote proper oral hygiene, eliminating the need to brush. But things have changed since then, which probably explains why I ALWAYS get that one strand of meat stuck in that same spot, every time I eat a strip loin. Bloody hell… But I digress… It wouldn’t be until the early decades of the twentieth century that the modern day toothbrush would make an appearance and daily brushing became not only the norm but the expected societal standard to make sure your breath won’t stop a clock. But some of the practices and the understanding we have behind proper oral hygiene has changed over recent decades. As a child, I was essentially told to brush my teeth three times a day; after each meal but certainly upon waking and before bed. Sometimes, because snacking is a must, brushing a fourth time happened. As a child, I had no dental issues but yet I always had the dental hygienist bitching at me to brush more or floss better. The constant nagging made it so that I developed a sincere dislike for the dentist’s office as a child.

When I was younger, the premise was simple. If you don’t brush your teeth, you’ll get cavities and lose your teeth. Full stop. That was the concern. Your breath will smell bad and your teeth will fall out. If you want to successfully eat independently for years to come, make sure you keep brushing and flossing. Pretty simple premise and makes a lot of sense. On the surface. But research over the past couple decades have peeled back the onion, or the proverbial gum line if you will, and have shown that there is a lot more inherent risk to poor oral hygiene than simply losing one’s teeth. Not only have connections been made to things like gum disease and periodontitis, but since the gums have connections to your circulatory system, there are also implications for heart and organ health, Diabetes complications and allowing increased bacterial strains entering the bloodstream and infecting you in various ways. Imagine getting a heart attack or having a stroke because you didn’t brush your teeth?

According to an article posted by the Mayo Clinic, “Like other areas of the body, the mouth is full of germs. Those germs are mostly harmless. But the mouth is the entry to the digestive tract. […] The mouth also is the entry to the organs that allow breathing, called the respiratory tracts. So sometimes germs in the mouth can lead to disease throughout the body.” SO, the bottom line is that your mouth is an open, easy access for germs and bacteria to access other areas and systems within your body. The article goes on to say, “Most often the body’s defenses and good oral care keep germs under control. Good oral care includes daily brushing and flossing. Without good oral hygiene, germs can reach levels that might lead to infections, such as tooth decay and gum disease.” This means that poor oral hygiene or not brushing your teeth enough can contribute to far, far more serious issues than simply just your teeth falling out.

What does this mean for me and my fellow Type-1 Diabetics? Well, the reality is that as a Diabetic, my body’s immune system is basically there but not doing its job, making my body’s immune system far more susceptible to infections and less capable of fighting them effectively. This means that if some of the nasty that percolates in the ol’ mouth makes its way into my system, the results can be far more dire than for the average joe. This makes proper oral hygiene and teeth brushing all the more important for me. The article does describe issues for Diabetics, as follows, “Diabetes makes the body less able to fight infection. So diabetes can put the gums at risk. Gum disease seems to happen more often and be more serious in people who have diabetes. Research shows that people who have gum disease have a harder time controlling their blood sugar levels. Regular dental care can improve diabetes control.”

Imagine your blood sugars being off because you don’t brush your teeth enough? This can be a real possibility. Although I’ve always done my best to try and stay consistent with brushing my teeth, I don’t always have time to run floss and there are busy days at work where I can admit that I don’t get to brushing for an actual day. I’ve been wondering if, over the past couple of years, this may have contributed to my bronchitis and pneumonia issues that I’ve faced, since the Mayo Clinic’s article does explain that some germs can make their way into the lungs and contribute to pneumonia and other respiratory issues. So, this may be a possibility. I can guarantee that I’ve upped my game in this area. It’s a bit difficult to rationalize losing weight, exercising, eating well and monitoring/controlling my blood sugars with a fine tooth comb to help combat the symptoms of my condition, yet something as simple as consistent oral hygiene gets ignored.

So, what is consistent oral hygiene, and how much should you be doing? The prevailing thought these days is that you should be brushing your teeth a minimum of twice a day. This is done for about two minutes each session, using a soft-bristled toothbrush to prevent irritating and damaging your gum line. During my son’s most recent dental visit, it was recommended that if you can only brush your teeth once during the day, it should be right before bed. This makes sense, as it ensures that you’re not allowing food remnants and bacteria to sit and do as they will all night while sleeping. Flossing daily, using floss or a “water flosser” is important, as there will always be food remnants between teeth that won’t be removed by brushing. I, myself, have a water pick, which is interesting and a different means of flossing one’s teeth. It apparently has the benefit of getting at more areas and cleaning between the teeth better than traditional floss, IF you can get the hang of it. While I stick to traditional floss, when I take the extra time to use the water flosser, I usually end up making a mess more than anything else.

Be sure to replace your toothbrush ever three to four months. This is, I’m certain, the one aspect people seem to overlook the most. While you should replace your toothbrush as soon as it begins to become worn or the bristles start to flare out away from the center of the brush, most people will usually hold on to a brush for far longer than they should. Keep in mind that this bad boy is being ground into the area of the mouth containing food particles and bacteria, and there’s no easy and effective way to clean one’s toothbrush. Oh sure, there are UV trays that apparently disinfect and clean toothbrushes. I don’t know how effective these are or if they actually work, but it’s likely more cost effective to just splurge on a two-dollar toothbrush every few months than paying for some gimmicky device to clean it. Avoiding things that stain your teeth, like red wine and/or tobacco products is recommended. Even though we all dislike being in the magic chair and trying to answer questions with someone’s fingers and dental tools in one’s mouth, yearly dental visits at minimum should be considered, since dental professionals will have the tools and ability to clean areas that you may not get access to, from home.

They also have the ability to help with the removal of dental plaque and provide fluoride and other treatments to help with overall oral health. Don’t forget that dentists are medical professionals and will have the ability to assess and treat potential dental conditions or gum disease, which, based on what I described above, becomes critically important. Not only to preventing all the nasty stuff like heart conditions and stroke that the article describes, but also to help with proper Diabetes and blood sugar control. And given that I’ve caught pneumonia and bronchitis for the past two years that have seen me hacking and on meds for a couple of months a shot, I’ll be paying significantly deeper attention to my proper oral hygiene. All other things aside, I plan on sticking around for decades to come. I’d like to do it with my teeth intact. Nothing sucks more than trying to eat a steak through a straw. Food for thought… ☯️

A Review of Tron: Ares (Significant Spoilers)

It’s not a big secret that not everyone is a fan of sequels. Reboots have even greater hate. This stems from people’s nostalgia. When something is considered a classic and develops a cult following, it’s pretty hard to convince them that it could have done better. Take Star Trek as a prime example. The original Star Trek series only ran for three seasons and wasn’t considered all that great when it first came out. But it returned with a vengeance in 1979 with Star Trek: The Motion Picture. I still remember the public backlash and opinions when, in 1987, they released Star Trek: The Next Generation to television. People felt it was an insult to the original and couldn’t reproduce the magic and wonder of TOS. But time would prove them wrong. And that happens more often than one thinks. But this brings us to the focus of today’s post: Tron.

Tron is a sci-fi/fantasy movie released in 1982. It starred Jeff Bridges in a pretty unique scenario where his character, Kevin Flynn, is a programmer who accidentally gets teleported inside of a supercomputer’s mainframe, named “the Grid.” Once inside, Flynn needs to interact and work with anthropomorphic computer programs to find a way to escape. It was considered ahead of its time, since it was one of the very first movies of its kind to use the early versions of CGI. Being a huge fan of David Warner, seeing his early portrayal of Ed Dillinger, the antagonist who also portrays the “Master Control” program within the grid. The 1980’s were a period of cinema where people could still be awed by the wonders on the screen and enjoyed film for its face value, instead of dissecting and picking apart inaccuracies and details. Needless to say, I loved it then and I frequently watch it these days as a return to my childhood. memories are important.

Nearly three decades later, Disney released Tron:Legacy, a sequel that sees the original film’s protagonist gone, and the focus is on his son, Sam Flynn. In much the same fashion, Sam gets sucked into the computer environment and faces the challenge of the grid. He faces off against CLU, a “Codified Likeness Unit” that looks just like Flynn. While escaping the gaming grid, Sam is helped by a program named Quora, who brings him to the real Flynn, portrayed in his original role by Jeff Bridges. With an energetic soundtrack by Daft Punk, the sequel provided an excellent bridge to the next generation to the world of the grid, and provided a touching story of reconnecting with one’s estranged father and finally understanding that we most often find one’s destiny on the road we least thought to travel. Following in the footsteps of his father, Sam escapes the bird but brings Quora with him into the real world, paving the way for a potential expanded cinematic universe that maybe would never come.

I felt it was a fantastic movie and it even prompted me to purchase and binge-play Tron: Evolution on Xbox 360, which released in 2010 much the same as the Tron: Legacy. I quite enjoyed the sequel, even though it only garnered semi-warm feelings among critics and audiences. I figured that besides nostalgic rewatches and binging the video games, I would be limited in exploring the grid any further. So, imagine my surprise when just last year, I read about the release of a new cinematic chapter in the story of the grid. Tron: Ares. While it didn’t take quite as long since its predecessor to reach us, I didn’t know much about the plot and didn’t partake of previews, even once they became available. Despite knowing it was coming, it flew under the radar until it hit my Disney+ account and was featured in my “Newly Added” menu. Sounded to me like a good choice for a Friday night movie watch, which we did last night.

In reading online reviews and from what I found, people seemed to dislike Tron: Ares even more than Tron: Legacy. In an almost Star Wars-esque style, this sequel sees the previous film’s main protagonist, Sam Flynn, absent from the film and Encom has a new CEO, who is seeking to complete her deceased sister’s work by bringing permanence to laser-produced grid structures into the real world. She hopes to do this in order to aid world hunger and cure disease. While she pursues altruistic goals, her main rival, Dillinger Technologies, chaired by the grandson of the original film’s Ed Dillinger, has produced the most complex and comprehensive security program ever written: Ares. Using the projector lasers we’ve seen since the original film, the security program is brought into the real world in order to help seize the “Permanence Code” from the Encom CEO. These programs can only survive in the real world for roughly 29 minutes.

Somehow, Ares begins to gain self-awareness and recognizes that his only chance to survive permanently is with the help of the Encom CEO. This causes him to change loyalties and get expulsed from the Dillinger grid, which means his next de-resolution would be his last. The film features many of the previous films’ aspects, including light cycles, flyers and the Recognizer, which is a recognized vehicle in all three films. Unlike the previous films, there’s a healthy back and forth between the real world and the grid, for both programs and for humans. The film’s main antagonist, Julian Dillinger, even escapes arrest at the end of the movie by transferring into his grid. There’s plenty of action, a great soundtrack and you haven’t quite lived until you’ve seen a light cycles slice and real-world car neatly in half. There’s a brief appearance by Jeff Bridges’ Kevin Flynn, who helps Ares find the Permanence Code and gets him. Back to the real world, and an ever-so-brief Easter egg involving Quora.

All in all, I don’t understand the negative reviews this film has gotten but then again, I live and die on my nostalgia and appreciate the film for its connection to my past, likely more than for the film’s content itself. That being said, it’s a fun ride, and certainly worth the slightly less than 2-hour run time. As long as you’re not one of these pretentious micro-analyzing folks who pick apart every detail of a film, and just enjoy the film at its face, it’s a great film and definitely worth the watch. I would highly recommend watching the first two films, if you never have. Some insight into the original story and the background will certainly make it easier to understand the storyline. In the meantime and since there are definite aspects that speak to a potential follow-up, here’s hoping I don’t have to wait another 15 years for the next installment. ☯️

Proper Etiquette, Or False Entitlement?

It’s a clam, quiet Saturday morning. After waking up and getting dressed, you decide it might be nice to bring your child to a local coffee shop for a breakfast pastry of a muffin. You take the opportunity to avail yourself of your favorite breakfast sandwich and a dark roast coffee, intent on watching the world around you as your 6-year old enjoys a rare outing combined with a treat. You walk into the popular coffee chain and as one could expect, the place is what the kids would call “jumpin’.” Just about every table is occupied with at least one person. You begin to consider that maybe you’ll have to take your treats to go, when you spot one remaining table with no occupants. It happens to be a 5-seater with plush chairs and a round table. Your kid excitedly runs to the table and takes a seat. you take the one next to him. You settle in and begin to relax, letting the hot caffeine course through your system. Your kid does some people watching, and stares out the window at the sunny scenery of the world.

Just about then, a group of four loud, laughing individuals come walking in to the coffee shop. They appear to be happy in their entourage, smiling and seemingly enjoying their own company and environment. They order from the coffee shop staff with an almost intentional detachment., essentially ignoring the human beings serving them coffee outside of mumbling their drink order. As they receive their drinks, they scan the room for a place to sit. Their eyes fall on you and your child and they begin to walk over. You feel your sense of relaxation shatter and already know what’s coming. As they approach, the first one speaks, “Excuse me… Would mind freeing up the table? You and your kid are taking up the only space we can sit…” You casually remind this person that there are several 4-seater tables with only one occupant that they could ask, or wait until one of them departs but this is a rare weekend outing for you and your child and you won’t be moving until you’re both done. The group become indignant and begin raising their voices and making a scene, claiming you need to move for them and have no right to take up the space when they need it. You sigh heavily and look to your child, who watches you, wondering what your reaction will be…

It raises an important question, and one that you should ask yourself: What would you do in this situation? Would you cede your table to this loud, rude group? Or would you stand firm on the basis that as a paying customer, you have just as much right to the table, since you got there first? It’s a much more common occurrence than you might think. The world seems to have evolved to a place where people carry an undeserved sense of entitlement and expectations from others, instead of recognizing that the world does not revolve around them. They lack the understanding that respect, especially as it relates to strangers in the surrounding world, if very much earned from both sides. And the moment you step out of the door, the outside world owes you nothing. But people don’t seem to understand that. Modern society seems to think they can simply demand and expect, and the world will kowtow to their demands.

I’ve seen this in dozens of stories and posts where people expect others to give up certain seats on airline flights and pitch a fit when the occupants don’t comply. It’s right up there, with expressions like “the customer is always right” and “do you know who I am?” It can make it difficult to navigate the world unmolested or without being harassed, or even enjoy the word, as it sits. The scenario in the coffee shop is just one of many things that society throws at the reasonable people when all they’re trying to do is relax and enjoy their environment. Those entitled people don’t acknowledge the world around them and when they do, they only do so when they need something from them. It reminds me of a situation I ran into at the grocery store a short time ago. I was walking through the grocery store, picking up a couple of items before going home.

As I was making my way through the far back corner of the supermarket to start heading towards the front, a lady was walking along, idly thumbing on her cell phone. She appeared to have what I assumed were two sons with her; one about six or seven years old and one in his late teens. The teen son was pushing the cart. The first problem came as the lady casually cut in front of me to walk past, nearly colliding with me. I cleared my throat but she never noticed. Then, in a display of oblivious ignorance, the older son parked his cart diagonally across the aisle, effectively blocking anyone’s ability to walk through. Then, he sat there, waiting for his mother who had gone down the adjacent aisle. I coughed once. He didn’t move. Then, I said, “Excuse me?” The boy turned and saw me and said, “Oh, my bad, man…” and stepped away from the cart.

I felt my patience waning as I saw the scene play out and considered that I may be on film, perhaps for some reality show, that I wasn’t aware of. After all, how can rational people be that oblivious, right? I said, “Could you move your cart? You’re blocking the aisle, no one can get through.” The boy grabbed the cart and pulled it away. I barely got ten felt away when I was approached from behind by the mother, who had now hung up her phone and was acting as though I had just punched a puppy. Her puppy. “How dare you speak to my son that way…?” I almost laughed at her anger. I hadn’t raised my voice, I hadn’t been rude and all I did was ask him to move his cart so that people, myself included, could get through. Despite explaining this to her, she was acting like I had kicked her kid into the gutter and spat on him. She was indignant at the fact that I had the audacity to speak up or try to get by. This is also a common occurrence that I often see within the world.

Folks, life is short. Your time on this world is fleeting. And light knows that there’s enough suffering in the world. It’s important to remember not to intentionally cause more. The world owes you nothing. And the important thing is the energy you put out into the world is what will eventually come back to you. So, if all you do is live with an inflated sense of entitlement and you think the world owes you a living, you may be in for a rude awakening. No one owes you a damn thing. And respect is earned. So, if this is you, and you can relate to the scenarios outlined in this post, put your phone down, keep your eyes up and pay attention to the world around you. And focus on putting good out into the world. Important food for thought… ☯️

That’s A Wrap, 2025!

So, my last post was something fairly festive. I had just discovered that my treatments for Diabetic Macular Edema has improved significantly. When I started the whole “eye injection journey,” I was getting them to 4-week intervals. Over the course of the past ten years, in conjunction with exercise, weight loss and continued blood sugar management, my most recent appointment on December 19th was a 14-week interval. This time around, my doctor advised that my eyes were clear and pushed me up to a 16-week interval. On this next appointment, he will be re-assessing my eyes based on the interval, to decide whether I can come off the injections or whether 16 weeks may have been too much. For someone who’s been getting needles jabbed into his eyes over the past decade, this was a big deal. It gave me some augury of thought that 2026 may be a pivotal point where things will turn around. However, and as I’ve often said, life rarely cares about one’s plans.

About an hour AFTER my last post, I checked out of my hotel and made my way to my vehicle. Because of the inclement weather, I had taken our SUV, which is our usual family vehicle. I was parked in an unfamiliar area of the hotel’s parkade, and my driver’s side was flush against a concrete pillar. As I was backing out, I had my eyes aimed towards the passenger side in order to avoid the other parked cars. I cut my wheels too early and the front driver’s side corner of my vehicle “kissed” the concrete pillar. Under normal circumstances, it likely would have caused some dents, scraped some paint and maybe cracked a few parts. But given that it was -35 degrees Celsius and colder than the devil’s balls, the fiberglass fender shattered like a cheap chandelier. The front driver’s side bumper, fender and headlight were damaged. Upon initial inspection, everything was solidly fastened in place and I felt confident that the vehicle could be driven safely. I took the road towards Regina. Here’s a pic of the vehicle…

The big problem with modern vehicle is simply this; even if this potentially looks like it could be remedied by fastening everything back together, the reality is much worse. Repairs to get the vehicle back to how it was will likely cost thousands of dollars. Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me… Perfect. I travelled back to Regina, in extremes storm conditions, no less, and stopped at the appropriate dealership. They confirmed my fears, as well as the potential cost. I left the vehicle with them. Repairs are still outstanding. Then, and shortly after getting back home, I came down with a brutal cold that had me on my ass for the duration of Christmas and a few more days after that. Once I started to feel better, the element in our oven gave out and no longer works. The stove tops still function but the oven doesn’t, which means we can’t bake anything or cook anything large-scale. Not ideal for a household of four people. So, there’s that.

And then, to add icing on the cake and because I was feeling better, I brought my sons to an indoor play park with obstacles and trampolines. During a heated obstacle course race with my oldest, I bounced too hard on one of the trampolines and got thrown sideways. I landed with my left kidney against a wooden base on one of the obstacles. At the time, the wind got knocked out of me and I had assumed the pain would pass after a bit. But the following day, the ache in my back remained. Over the course of the past few days, it’s not only remained but deepened. Obviously, I don’t believe anything is broken and I don’t need medical attention. But it was certainly a wake-up call to show that I’m no spring chicken and can’t heal quite as quickly as I used to. Hopefully, after a few hot baths and some time, it’ll heal up but it’s making it quite hard to do everyday chores and even bend down to tie my shoes.

2025 has been a whirlwind of chaos. My father made it through a coma in May as a result of pulmonary issues. My mother no longer recognizes me and is now living in the same care home as my father. My last two trips home have been a negative roller-coaster and dealing with the aspects of later adult life that we all get to, eventually. But the last month has just been a few added thorns in the black roses of my life. Luckily, my children are in good health and my home life is good. As I step into 2026, I’m hoping for happier things, better things. ☯️

Making Type-1 Diabetes my B%&ch…

Anyone who’s read a number of my blog posts will know that it’s pretty clear that Type-1 Diabetes carries a number of complications that can make a person’s life a living hell. The routine stuff, for the most part, has become so routine for me over the past four and half decades that I’m ABLE to call it routine. But there’s no arguing that T1D basically affects absolutely EVERYTHING in one’s life and has an influence on everything I do, from working, sleeping, eating and even my relationships. More on that last one some other time, but the bottom line is that with the exception of organ failure or amputation, I’ve seen it all, done it all and have suffered through it all. By virtue of this, Diabetes has yet to throw something at me that I haven’t met head on and overcome. This was a solemn promise I made to myself in my early teens, when I realized I would need to take my own health in hand in order to live into adulthood.

About ten years ago, a slightly different kind of Diabetic complication landed on my plate. As a matter of routine, I had a yearly ophthalmologist appointment to clear my eyes. This was generally done at the request of the Force, to ensure my vision was clear. I had a particular doctor that I had been seeing for almost five years at this point, so I was a bit surprised when I was met with his partner in the eye clinic, instead. He explained that some patient files had been passed to him as my previous doctor was moving on to different projects. Okay, fair enough. I’ve never been a big fan of changing doctors or even changing meds, when it’s happened. In my experience, doing so almost always results in “rocking the boat,” and basically fucking up the nice, healthy balance I maintain in my life. But it would turn out that this one change would not only lead to the identification of this complication but would lead to its treatment.

During this exam, I was asked if I had noticed my vision blurring. Being a police officer in the field with Diabetes made this a difficult question to answer, given that shift work, fatigue and fluctuating blood sugars would all affect my vision. But as it turned out, I had developed a condition known as Diabetic Macular Edema. For those of you who haven’t read my previous posts, Diabetic Macular Edema is a condition where fluid begins building up behind the back of the eye, around the macula, which is what controls how your vision focuses. When this fluids builds up, it causes swelling at the back of the eye that can lead to all sorts of vision and eyesight complications. The link to a HealthLine post above will provide further context, but this condition usually occurs as the result of poorly controlled or high blood sugars, something that I had in abundance before I took my health in hand. There are a few treatments, including but not limited to laser treatments for the retinopathy aspect (which I’ve had) and injectable medications that teat the swelling, which was what was needed next.

I’m not gonna lie here, folks… I’m usually pretty good at acting like a tough guy, shuffling off scary stuff and ignoring pain. And up to that point, I have had needles in just about every area of my body. Except my fucking eyes! For what was probably the first time in my life, I was frightened of what would come next. Based on the doctor’s explanation, I needed these injections to maintain my eyesight. But I couldn’t ignore the thought of a needle sliding into a part of my body that wasn’t meant to be pierced. I mean, conceptually, NO part of the human body is “meant” to be pierced… But getting a needle in the eyes is something that up to that point, I had only seen in horror movies. One can see how this might have fed my anxiety. Setting my fears aside, I made the appointment, booked the time off work and booked my very first hotel room in the city, since my wife and I had just recently had our first child and she couldn’t join me. I would need to stay in the city overnight since I would be effectively blind, as it relates to operating a vehicle, especially after dark.

That first appointment came with a slew of stress and anxiety, which did nothing to help some of the pre-procedure tests I needed. Did you know that heart rate and stress affects your eye pressure? I sure found out. My vision was a touch below normal, even with normal blood sugars and my prescription glasses on, which prompted further confirmation that I needed this treatment. Once I was in the chair for the injections, the doctor walked me through the steps and proceeded to put eye clamps in to keep my eyesight open. Ever seen the movie “Clockwork Orange?” That messed up scene where they clamp his eyesight open and force him to watch stuff? Picture that, but without the psychological torture. The worst part is that you’re awake, your eyes can move and in fact, you NEED to move them in order to look in a specific direction to allow the doctor to inject into the white part of your eyes. All that build-up and anxiety for it all to be over in about thirty seconds. Reminds me of my teens (if you know, you know). But all jokes aside, it was painful, no question.

What followed was a blur (literally) of booking the next appointment and stumbling my way back across a public park to my hotel. I stretched out on the bed with all the lights closed and tried to nap intermittently as the freezing drops wore off and the full extent of the pain kicked in. For hours after, I could see shapes, colors and general outlines, allowing me to make my way down to the quaint, Irish pub located on the ground floor. I spent my evening there, nursing my pain with the only type of “painkiller” I had available. This had been the routine for the past decade. Now, it’s become such a routine that the sting is almost imperceptible. If it weren’t; for the loss of vision keeping me from driving, I wouldn’t even need to stay in the city afterwards. But in the beginning, i had to get the injections every four weeks and in most cases, some of the swelling had returned by that fourth week. Over time, with better controlled blood sugars (I had recently started pumping therapy around this time), consistent exercise and keeping a firm grip on the reins of my health, those periods began to stretch. Every five weeks, then six, seven and so on. With every new, longer interval, I felt a small twinge of personal victory.

My last appointment was a 14-week interval. It took a long time to get me to that point and it was the longest I’ve gone without getting the injections. Given some recent headaches and blurriness, I fully expected to go in to my appointment with the announcement that some swelling had returned and we needed to claw me back to 13 weeks. But lo and behold, my scans were completely clean. No swelling at all. My doctor opted to push me all the way to 16 weeks, which is the longest interval possible on this medication. If I can make it to 16 weeks without any swelling returning, we’ll be re-assessing my treatment and deciding if I’ll stay at 16 weeks indefinitely, or if I’ll come off the injections entirely, with scheduled follow-ups to ensure the swelling doesn’t return. Needless to say and right before the holidays, this makes for one of the best Christmas gifts I could imagine getting.

The bottom line and despite that this is good news, the point of today’s post is to illustrate that when one takes heir own health in hand, in tandem with properly trained medical practitioners, they can make a significant difference in the maintenance of one’s health and the potential outcome of certain treatments. While I fully admit that there are things that simply can’t be healed or treated, there’s a lot that can and it’s important to give yourself and your body the best fighting chance to be in good health and live a happy life. For myself, and as much as I’ve been enjoying my little Irish pub, I’ll certainly look forward to a break from traveling and being away from home overnight. And, you know, getting fuckin’ needles in my eyes… Food for thought… ☯️

To Fight Or Not To Fight… That Is The Question…

Given the direction that the world is heading in, and some of the thoughts and opinions that seem to float around out there, I feel that this is a topic that is not only near and dear to me as a martial artist, but as someone who was terribly bullied as a child. In fact, if you can think of it, I’ve probably had it done. From wedgies to practical jokes, all the way to having a group of three peers beat the ever-loving shit out of me for having the audacity to speak up for myself, being thrown fully clothed into the gym showers first thing in the morning and even having my car vandalized and moved on me. On one occasion, which could be a story for another post, I was even attacked by a fellow student with a pocket knife. That knife successfully found purchase in my wrist. Karate saved the day on that occasion. And this bring me to today’s topic.

In keeping with the social climate, I need to point out that this post solely reflects my opinion on the subject. And bearing in mind that I’m speaking strictly in generalities and none of what’s written here should be construed as legal advice (especially since I’m not a lawyer), you should definitely do your own research and maintain your own opinions on this subject. Recently, I’ve seen a number of posts in social media where a person or in some cases, a couple, would hold up a placard that reads something akin to, “Stop sending your kids to school and telling them that if someone hits you, to hit them back. You are part of the problem.” In all seriousness, this line of thinking breaks my usual serene sense of calm and pisses me off beyond rational thought. Part of the problem? Are you kidding? Maybe we should start by addressing the fact that someone insisted on starting that scenario by hitting first. For my part, I’ve always taught my oldest the important steps of ask, tell, make.

If someone hits you, start by asking them to stop, followed by telling them so, if asking doesn’t work. If you’re in school, seeking the assistance of a teacher or adult can help. But you still need to be able to defend yourself and prevent harm or injury to yourself if none are available. This is where fighting back comes in. For 37 years now, I’ve trained in the martial arts. I’ve both benefited and been forced, to use my skills in real life scenarios where I’ve had to defend myself or others from harm and in some cases, mortal danger. Sounds dramatic. That’s not the intent. But the reality is that bullying is not a new concept. The attention on it is, with every armchair warrior and/or peace advocate strongly believing that we should all embrace peace, love each other and avoid violence at all costs. And trust me, true believers, I’m right there with you. I commit my life to the elimination of suffering in my life and the world around me. And embracing peace while avoiding violence would seem to be a logical step in that direction. However, logic is often lacking in someone who makes the conscious decision to bully others.

For over 35 years (probably longer, but the mat eludes me), I’ve trained in the martial arts. This has been an extremely important tool for me to promote and maintain my health. What most people don’t understand is that it was also a means of ensuring I could protect myself from those who sought to harm me or bully me. There had been instances, during my youth, where teachers or my parents got involved but the result was exactly what you would have expected to see in any 1980’s brat pack comedy film; it usually made maters worse. Eventually, my skills in karate not only allowed me to protect myself but it allowed to end the fights that others started. It took very little time for the bullies to start realizing that I was no longer an easy target and that they would likely suffer just as much injury as I would, just for the sake of a laugh. So, would one be correct in thinking, in those circumstances, that I shouldn’t have hit back? When one considers the fact that the bullying and abuse wouldn’t have stopped otherwise, I would say it was an important lesson for the bullies. I like to think that some of them may even have changed their bullying ways. Maybe that’s just hopeful thinking, though…

Telling people they shouldn’t teach their children to defend themselves when someone brings harm or injurious behavior their way is tantamount to encouraging “victim shaming,” where the victim is blamed for the outcome instead of bringing blame to the bully who initiated the situation. While I wholeheartedly agree that one never knows what may be happening in someone’s life to elicit this behavior, I believe even stronger that this singular fact doesn’t grant them the right to attack or bully my child. There are mechanisms in place to help you assess and find a way to channel those feelings, that anger and that energy. And I believe that in order to become a productive and successful member of modern society, my son will need to learn the importance of standing up for himself, up to and including defending himself. To do otherwise would make him a perpetual victim for the rest of his life; something I swore I would never be myself and I would never allow for my children.

Sensei often told me during my formative years never start a fight or use your training to harm others. But if someone brings harm or starts a fight with you, make sure you finish it. Doesn’t mean you have to cripple someone for life to get your point across, obviously. But under no circumstances should someone ALLOW themselves to get struck or injured just for the sake of being passive. Stop telling your kids to hit back? Maybe start telling your kid not to hit in the first place. That would solve one problem. But when it comes to bullying, sometimes you just gotta pop them like a balloon for them to float away. That’s not mine; that was from Rocky V. But a better one might be a reminder that “the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” While I might not agree that a bully is inherently evil… misguided, perhaps, but not evil, it doesn’t mean that one should do something about it.

Again, this is a pretty charged topic and I know some folks have their own thoughts and opinions on it. The important thing is that an opinion is comparable to being a smoker. Smokers don’t care that non-smokers DON’T smoke. Because it causes them no harm. But to the non-smoker, the smoker is causing them all sorts of damage, if they do it on their vicinity. It’s the same thing with bullies. They continue to operate as they do until someone brings the harm to the forefront and makes them stop. So the lesson here is, even if you’re not the one who starts the fight, don’t allow yourself to be bullied, taken advantage or harmed. End the fight. Protect yourself. And for the naysayers who believe that scenario can be avoided, you may want to spend a bit of time in the real world before you assume friendship and hugs will fix your problems. Food for thought…☯️

Off Warranty, And Lacking Replacement Parts…

I’m sure many of you can relate… It’s early morning. Your soft alarm goes off and you groggily click it off. You yawn and stretch and roll slightly, feeling creaks and pops in your joints that you don’t recall being there before. You make your way out of bed and slowly walk to the shower, noticing the chill on the morning soaking through to your bones. Once under the shower head, you let the warm water revive some articulation and relieve some of the aches from the previous day. You slowly trudge through your morning routine with the same amount of speed as a sloth trying to climb a tree. Sound somewhat familiar?

I often look back fondly at my twenties and remember the almost surreal ability I had to train for absolute hours on end, sweating and core temp skyrocketing… Performing line after line of full contact shadow boxing up the length of the dojo, doing dozens of katas, one after another, staying on my knuckles for 20 minutes at a time or in a horse stance for half an hour without missing a beat… This was usually followed by grabbing a shower and hitting the town, either for a game of pool with friends or a quiet coffee and soup at the local coffee shop while making my way through the latest book in the “Wheel of Time” series. The speed, reflexes and ability to recover I maintained was almost supernatural, despite being Type-1 Diabetic AND despite my blood sugars never being quite as well balanced as they are today. By the light, times have changed…

In the past couple of years, I’ve come to acknowledge a couple of hard truths; that I can’t maintain fitness to the level I did twenty years ago, which should go without saying, and, it takes me far, far longer to recover. While the stubborn part of me would love to knuckle down and say “Hell no, we won’t go,” and keep pushing just as hard as I always have, that’s just not a fair reality for me anymore. I recognize that I’m saying this while simultaneously remembering that Sensei is in his 70’s and easily puts me to shame, in the physical activity department. But I digress… The point is, I’ve grown older and as we grow older, the body’s ability to heal and recover effectively begins to diminish. This is why adults will often complain about the cracks and pops they never noticed there before. None of this has been quite as obvious as it has been for me, over the past few months.

AT some point earlier in the year, and I can’t recall exactly when, I started to notice a twinge in my right shoulder. It was subtle, at first. A bit of difficulty scrubbing my back using that hand, or a slight pain when I would reach a high cupboard. I chalked it up to having slept wrong or just tired muscles. MOST workouts were reasonable uninterrupted as a result. But over the course of a couple of months, the pain worsened and mobility in my right arm depended, to the point where I actually ordered a shoulder brace for some of those more extreme workouts. As an aside, the shoulder brace I found was one designed specifically with sports and martial arts in mind. It’s made by a company called Anaconda Fightwear, and their stuff is pretty good. If you’re interested in a braces for almost any of your joints, you can check out their website here. My shoulder brace has been a life saver, especially when I’m performing a lot of the circle blocks or techniques that I need through karate.

Once I recognized the need for external support just to do the things I’d been doing for decades, I started to contemplate the usual; appointment with the chiropractor, massage therapist, acupuncturist, etc. Anything more extreme or medical would come as a second step. But as is often the case in adult life, time passed and busy schedules dominated and I didn’t get to the chiropractor until about three months ago. Now, chiropractic medicine gets a bad rap from a lot of people. Some of this is born out of fear of having one’s joints (especially the neck) cracked. Some of it is because of one-offs where someone with something pre-existing may have had it aggravated by a chiropractic adjustment. Whatever the case, I’ve yet to have a chiropractor’s visit where I don’t feel better afterwards. The first time I went to the chiropractor was back in 2010. The relief that flowed through me after my adjustment almost brought me to tears. But once I again, I digress…

My point is, my shoulder was examined and it was determined that I may have weakened muscles in the shoulder that are limiting my mobility. Not an uncommon thing for a decades-long martial artist who is getting up there in age. Although not yet what one might consider a senior, my body’s ability to heal is less than it was, even a few years ago, so here we are. The solution? A set of simple body movement exercises to try and build back some strength in the stabilizing muscles of the shoulder. That lasted all of a couple of weeks. Towards the end, the exercises themselves became too painful and I needed to find an alternative. Going back to the chiropractor a few weeks ago, a deeper, more extensive examination of my shoulder was done. It was determined that I had a condition called “frozen shoulder.”

So, what the hell is frozen shoulder? Well, according to an article by the Mayo Clinic, whose web link I’ve conveniently lost, frozen shoulder, also called “adhesive capsulitis,” is a condition where the connective muscles and tissues in the shoulder thicken and tighten around the shoulder joint, causing limited range of motion and pain. While it’s not exceptionally rare, people over 40 and who have certain conditions like, oh, say, DIABETES, are at higher risk. Great. Thanks, T1D! One more issue on the checklist. The treatment is pretty simple; movement. yes, you read that right. Range-of-motion exercises, working the shoulder and on occasion, some pain-numbing medications injected into the joints. But, it does take years for it to completely recover. The article goes on. To explain that it’s unusual for frozen shoulder to come back to the same shoulder, so I guess THAT’S good.

Why do they call it “frozen shoulder?” As described in the article from Mayo, which I managed to find here, it hits in three stages:

  • Freezing stage. Any movement of the shoulder causes pain, and the shoulder’s ability to move becomes limited. This stage lasts from 2 to 9 months.
  • Frozen stage. Pain might lessen during this stage. However, the shoulder becomes stiffer. Using it becomes more difficult. This stage lasts from 4 to 12 months.
  • Thawing stage. The shoulder’s ability to move begins to improve. This stage lasts from 5 to 24 months.

When looked at from this perspective, it paints a long, bleak picture of recovery. While this falls under the category of “this could be worse,” y’all know just how much I love hearing THAT. If you do the math on this, I’m looking at nearly four years to recover, bearing in mind that everyone is different. The good news is that I appear to have passed the freezing stage. After that initial chiropractor visit and the subsequent working of the joint and the pain it accompanied, I head a couple of weeks of limited mobility in the shoulder and neck that saw me walking around like a fucking robot. You don’t realize just how much you need the supportive muscles in your neck until you can’t use them. Sitting, lying down and even rolling over in your sleep becomes an extremely painful prospect. And when every movement during the night jolts you awake in pain, your rest goes to shit, so your recovery is lengthened even further. But i seem to have a fair mobility back in most areas, with only a bit of limited mobility in the shoulder with very little pain. Looks like I’m at the frozen stage. Yay.

Growing older is a part of life. There’s no getting away from it or getting out of it. That’s why it is so critically important to maintain one’s physical fitness, nutrition and getting proper rest. That will go a long way towards ensuring that you can ride off into the sunset with some reasonable constitution left, as opposed to a lump of scarred, immobile old man crankiness. I mean, let’s be honest, I’m still ticking that very last box with the crankiness but that’s a whole different thing. Next week, I’ll be starting a form of vibrational shock therapy that will help to break up any potential scar tissue and potentially help with the healing process. While I’m looking forward to it, as one would expect, I’m not a fan of the whole “shock” aspect. But I’m sure it’ll be fine. Stay tuned for updates as this treatment progresses. In the meantime, I take solace in the fact that even while having had Type-1 Diabetes for 43 years at this point, my organs are in great health, my blood sugars are phenomenal and even my eye injections have been spaced out to fourteen weeks. Not too shabby. I’d say I’m doing quite well. ☯️