Of kitchens and commutes
The kitchen curse has passed. Not only did I get a few good brownies out of the partially-burned batch, but my pizzelles came out fine last night. My recipe needs just a little tweaking. Mmmmm, my taste buds love it when I'm futzing with a recipe. In fact, I think all my favorite baking recipes need some fine-tuning. Definitely.
This morning I went for my third physical therapy appointment. I have learned that the best time to do physical therapy in downtown San Jose, if I work in Mountain View and have some odd notion of actually appearing at my job for most of the workday, would be early morning. I can get down there in nothing flat. Getting out again afterwards is the tough part. You gotta wonder about a city for which inbound, to downtown, in the morning, is REVERSE COMMUTE. Astute readers will note that this is contrary to the Official Definition of "City", which I learned as a child: a city is a place you cannot get to in the morning. At that age I accepted with equanimity the fact that such diverse places as my parents' room, the island in the lake, and the local park were also cities. (Hey, *I* couldn't get to the park, I had school.) The definition of downtown is, of course, "a place where all the streets are one way and it is technically impossible to reach the place you need to go without driving illegally". But all the downtowns I've met before were in cities. I'm not sure how to apply the definition if it's inconsistent with the mass of commuters. Downtown San Jose is, going by the movement of bodies, a bedroom community. I think I will call it Simi Valley for a while and see who objects.
But back to physical therapy. When I get there I sit with my feet attached to an Anodyne Therapy machine for 45 minutes (which the physical therapist calls "about a half hour"). This thing emits infrared (which the physical therapist calls "invisible light") into my feet in order to stimulate circulation. So far, this has resulted in increased pain. No surprise. They were inflamed to start with! Hopefully this will either start working soon, or obviously fail to work soon so that I can move on. In the meantime I think I'll have a cookie. Mmm.
This morning I went for my third physical therapy appointment. I have learned that the best time to do physical therapy in downtown San Jose, if I work in Mountain View and have some odd notion of actually appearing at my job for most of the workday, would be early morning. I can get down there in nothing flat. Getting out again afterwards is the tough part. You gotta wonder about a city for which inbound, to downtown, in the morning, is REVERSE COMMUTE. Astute readers will note that this is contrary to the Official Definition of "City", which I learned as a child: a city is a place you cannot get to in the morning. At that age I accepted with equanimity the fact that such diverse places as my parents' room, the island in the lake, and the local park were also cities. (Hey, *I* couldn't get to the park, I had school.) The definition of downtown is, of course, "a place where all the streets are one way and it is technically impossible to reach the place you need to go without driving illegally". But all the downtowns I've met before were in cities. I'm not sure how to apply the definition if it's inconsistent with the mass of commuters. Downtown San Jose is, going by the movement of bodies, a bedroom community. I think I will call it Simi Valley for a while and see who objects.
But back to physical therapy. When I get there I sit with my feet attached to an Anodyne Therapy machine for 45 minutes (which the physical therapist calls "about a half hour"). This thing emits infrared (which the physical therapist calls "invisible light") into my feet in order to stimulate circulation. So far, this has resulted in increased pain. No surprise. They were inflamed to start with! Hopefully this will either start working soon, or obviously fail to work soon so that I can move on. In the meantime I think I'll have a cookie. Mmm.
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Um... "Harrumph!"
;-)
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I think of SJ as a suburb -- some people actually work there, but most drive to someplace else. Palo Alto is also a suburb: some people actually live & work there, but most drive elsewhere, and almost everyone goes "someplace else" when they want to do something cultural.
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I noticed the reverse commute whenever I would come out there to work out of $FormerEmployer's Mountain View office, especially if I had to go visit the Sausalito office on a particular day. I usually stayed in Mountain View or Sunnyvale, and could tell not only everyone else seemed to be heading away from San Jose, but about mid-penninsula it lightened up and I could also tell everyone was heading away from San Francisco, too. Even on 280, which was much prettier and pleasant to deal with than 101.
Is anodyne therapy supposed to push past some threshold eventually, in order to stop the pain, or is the increased circulation supposed to lead to something indirectly?
*hugs*
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That seems like an extremely small proportion. Must be something very new -- you're lucky they have it! It sounds like it was designed primarily for peripheral neuropathy, but increasing circulation is good for lots of different problems so I hope it works for you!
Downtown San Jose is, going by the movement of bodies, a bedroom community. I think I will call it Simi Valley for a while.
It's an edge city (http://geography.about.com/library/weekly/aa020700a.htm). We have them all around the beltway here. It's weird. The suburbs are cities now. I have the same cognitive disconnect you do about that.
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ah, the Peninsula. 35 miles of suburbs in search of a city.
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But seriously, they're soooo good. I remember when I was a kid
and my various Italian relatives would bring over home-made ones
for no particular reason...
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