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Just watched the race video from Ironman for the World Championship. ...

I imagine some folks get sick of the race and training related stuff from me, but this is part of the public accountability aspect of what motivates me. Sorry, but I'm using you to push myself...thanks.

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Congratulations Chris, that's quite a story. I'd say this more than qualifies you to carry one of these:

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All the best to you and the fam! :)
 
View attachment 361868 Thermal component design homework. You know that mathy sh*t us engineer majors do. Senior level class oh yeah you use all the equations they give you. And the prof still has a few more equations not shown or known.

It’s only got fluid mechanics, heat transfer, engineer economy, thermodynamics 1 ,and thermodynamics 2 and it’s not as fun as rockets. Because heat exchanger design in a system.
I think you need a rocket brake.
 
I imagine some folks get sick of the race and training related stuff from me, but this is part of the public accountability aspect of what motivates me. Sorry, but I'm using you to push myself...thanks.
I've said it to others, and I'll say it to you: if writing here helps, keep writing.
 
I imagine some folks get sick of the race and training related stuff from me, but this is part of the public accountability aspect of what motivates me. Sorry, but I'm using you to push myself...thanks.
Don't be sorry, this is what the "What I did instead of rocketry" thread is all about: talking a little bit about our lives outside of rocketry.

As for your race...

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I fully endorse setting crazy goals, publicly. The public part adds an aspect of accountability that is helpful, at least to me. Therefore, the next goal is to complete Tour Des Stations Ultrafondo cycling race [150 miles, 29029 ft cumulative climbing (height of Everest), in under 17h]. I'm genuinely not sure if I'll be able to do this one, but I'm gonna try.

I imagine some folks get sick of the race and training related stuff from me, but this is part of the public accountability aspect of what motivates me. Sorry, but I'm using you to push myself...thanks.
Definitely keep on sharing! You've helped push my motivation level with training the last few months. Also, good luck with that race! I'm freaked out enough an event I've got coming up with about half that amount of climbing. Yours is going to be ROUGH!
 
Playing a frustrating game of phone tag today. I got calls yesterday about a Dr. appt. I called back today and they have no idea. Then got a call from the ortho Dr.'s office, asking about the previous call. I called them back - fortunately they were the ones that called for the referral. The first office called back and I was able to answer - cardiologist consult. *Sigh* - first thing Monday morning in OKC. That's a 30 mile commute in morning rush traffic. Yuk!
Then I got a call from the State Dept. of Human Services about something - they wouldn't say in the message they left. Tried to call back. After 10 minutes of listening to menu options and the guy droning on, I hung up. Gotta go in in person to figure out what it is they want. Want some entertainment? call 405-522-5050 and try to talk to a person.

Dealing with beaurucracies on the phone is not my strong point today.
 
That's... really odd. Have they told you "No we won't sell to you", or are they just not responding to orders? Have they told you why? I can't imagine a business turning away sales because the customer is depressed over a loss.
It’s a long story but he didn’t respond in over 24 hours after his reply question. So I asked for a refund through eBay and returned the item. I am now blocked from him for future purchases. Like I said everything is going wrong for me. Mia then BBR. What’s next. I use to be a heavy truck driver for over 30 years. I use to be a volunteer firefighter and seen tragedy and death. Now it’s on my shoulders and I can’t handle it. I’m so lost, heart broken, sick, can’t think straight, weak and depressed. Why my little friend? Why her?
 
  • "I feel like I want to give up."
  • "I hate myself."
  • "Everything now has no more meaning."
  • "My everyday things I use to love to do I just don’t care about anymore."
  • "The fun times and good times are gone forever."
  • "Yes I am really holding on to this."
Those statements are exact quotes from above, and they are also, virtually word for word, some of the symptoms of major depression. Three others are unshakable circling on negative thoughts such as "It's all my fault", loss of appetite, and suicidal ideation (even without intent). All of that is you to a tee.
You Are In Danger!
PLEASE, get medical help. This is way beyond grieving, and the help you need is beyond grief counselling. (Grief counselling is probably a big part of a thorough treatment plan.) I feel like I should forward these messages to the social services department where you live so they will send someone to see you, even though that may be overstepping what's my business and is probably not really a practical possibility anyway.
I spoke with my agent for Medicare and told them what was going on with Mia dying and how I feel beyond depressed. They told me they can help in October to see a counselor. What sucks is a counselor don’t know me or Mia or how she was and it will probably take several sessions for me to paint a picture. But I will try. Till then the pain will still be there. With all the crying Im surprised Im not dehydrated yet. My life is so empty without her. I miss her so bad. Seeing images of her everyday and memories is more than I can handle. I am still buying rockets and God only knows why when I can’t build them without her being in the same room with me. She was beyond ordinary and she made me so happy. Now I haven’t been with her since June 16 at 2 o’clock was the last and it hurts going through life without her now. She was and still is my little friend and companion forever.
 
I spoke with my agent for Medicare and told them what was going on with Mia dying and how I feel beyond depressed. They told me they can help in October to see a counselor. What sucks is a counselor don’t know me or Mia or how she was and it will probably take several sessions for me to paint a picture. But I will try. Till then the pain will still be there. With all the crying Im surprised Im not dehydrated yet. My life is so empty without her. I miss her so bad. Seeing images of her everyday and memories is more than I can handle. I am still buying rockets and God only knows why when I can’t build them without her being in the same room with me. She was beyond ordinary and she made me so happy. Now I haven’t been with her since June 16 at 2 o’clock was the last and it hurts going through life without her now. She was and still is my little friend and companion forever.
Well seeing a councilor and some Lexapro is helping me. A little. But a little. NOTHING can remove my grief. NOTHING. (Other than time...) but my experience is such that while I am still depressed, I am not as bad off as I was. It still hurts like hell. However even I can tell, I am doing a little better. So i'll take that. Your messages seem to me like classic depression. - I AM NOT A DOCTOR!

However in the past five monthsI have taken all the tests. And three professional's opinion was 'moderately severe' depression. Get to a doctor. Get some help. Truck driver or not, you need to admit, sometimes humans need a little help.
 
What sucks is a counselor don’t know me or Mia or how she was and it will probably take several sessions for me to paint a picture.
Give the counsellors some credit. They've seen dozens or hundreds of severely bereaved people in their careers; without knowing Mia they'll be able to understand your pain.
Till then the pain will still be there.
Till then and after. The pain will always be there, and the counsellor (and psychiatrist) will help you cope with it, help you regain quality of life. I hope (and there's a good chance) that the pain will diminish, but you'll never forget, and that's how it should be.
 
I’m still struggling with my health, after starting back on diabetes meds at the end of June things have gotten worse. Initially on ozempic, I think it damaged my stomach, followed that with one dose of trulicity, no better. Since then I’ve been on metformin and jardiance, but keep having trouble eating and am definitely depressed, one reason my rocket building has slowed a lot. Saw the Dr. today and going on lexapro and reglan, scheduled a gastric emptying and stopping the metformin for now. I weighed 225 at the beginning of the year and I’m now at 158. Reading this thread tells me I’m not alone with health issues and all the encouragement I see given to others helps me keep hope, if barely.
 
I’m still struggling with my health, after starting back on diabetes meds at the end of June things have gotten worse. Initially on ozempic, I think it damaged my stomach, followed that with one dose of trulicity, no better. Since then I’ve been on metformin and jardiance, but keep having trouble eating and am definitely depressed, one reason my rocket building has slowed a lot. Saw the Dr. today and going on lexapro and reglan, scheduled a gastric emptying and stopping the metformin for now. I weighed 225 at the beginning of the year and I’m now at 158. Reading this thread tells me I’m not alone with health issues and all the encouragement I see given to others helps me keep hope, if barely.

I am on metforim 1000mg and jardiance. And 60 units of Lantis. Good news is, my A1C was down to 6.3 from close to 8. I have to take those meds after dinner because otherwise I get stomach discomfort. I am 180 and holding. Hang in there. Getting old is not for the faint of heart.

Your not a fish are you? You'll know if you are... :)
 
I am on metforim 1000mg and jardiance. And 60 units of Lantis. Good news is, my A1C was down to 6.3 from close to 8. I have to take those meds after dinner because otherwise I get stomach discomfort. I am 180 and holding. Hang in there. Getting old is not for the faint of heart.

Your not a fish are you? You'll know if you are... :)
Ok, I must not be a fish, because I am bewildered by that comment... Care to explain?
 
I’m still struggling with my health, after starting back on diabetes meds at the end of June things have gotten worse. Initially on ozempic, I think it damaged my stomach, followed that with one dose of trulicity, no better. Since then I’ve been on metformin and jardiance, but keep having trouble eating and am definitely depressed, one reason my rocket building has slowed a lot. Saw the Dr. today and going on lexapro and reglan, scheduled a gastric emptying and stopping the metformin for now. I weighed 225 at the beginning of the year and I’m now at 158. Reading this thread tells me I’m not alone with health issues and all the encouragement I see given to others helps me keep hope, if barely.
I'm one that darn Jardience crap too. Depression has been worse since being on it. I wanr off of it after seein that obese woman on their stupid commercials during the evenng news. Those marketing people who came up with her need to be dropped off the side of a boat with concrete shoes n.
 
I'm one that darn Jardience crap too. Depression has been worse since being on it. I wanr off of it after seein that obese woman on their stupid commercials during the evenng news. Those marketing people who came up with her need to be dropped off the side of a boat with concrete shoes n.

Crap? Everyone is entired to their own opinion. I was on that medication LONG before Kim passed. So IMO it is not the cause of my depression. It's helped my health. The cause of my depression is the loss of my wife of 27 years and the fear and uncertainty of my future without her.

An A1C of 6.3 for me is AWESOME. I love modern medicine. I just wish it was a right for every human being rather than a for profit product. But then that is a topic for a different forum.
 
I'm still helping my sister in law move out of her house and clean it up. There are a lot of things left in the house that she isn't taking, she intends for it to go to the trash or whoever wants it. Her yard crew has picked out some patio furniture and an inside chair to take. She is going to call a charity such as Salvation Army to take what they will take. We had a junk removal service there today to take away everything but their price was too high. The guy took what he could take/wanted to take in his pickup but it would cost too much for him to bring help and a large truck. Worst case we are bagging up junk for the city trash pickup and setting furniture on the curb to see who will take it. She has a couple of large wood shelf units, maybe 6' wide x 6' high. They are very heavy and hard to move. I may end up sawing them up into smaller pieces so the city trash removal will haul them off.
 
Day 155
I woke, not wanting to. But then that is ‘normal’ for me as sleeping is a respite from the silence. The vacuum of her not being here.
I paid bills. I worked. I have said this 10s of times before. I 'functioned'. Good on me.

I did some final preparations for maybe getting up at 5am Saturday and driving to the desert to launch rockets. We’ll see. I guess if I do, am I rising? Seems fitting. Maybe I’ll just curl up with Penny and go back to bed. No tellin' Wish she was here to cheer me on... or someone... no... her! Damn it it hurts

There comes a point where I have no idea what to write? I mean I am missing her like you can not believe. But then you can can't you?
Also realizing it’s not gonna change. I think that is the drugs. The grief and pain remain. The hatred of having to live on starts to subside… a little bit. And the ability to work or concentrate increases. A little bit. That is the drugs huh?

The worse part is knowing people, especially work, considering if you are tens of years older than most of them, have NO CLUE what this is like. None. Worse they really don’t want to. They are driven to succeed. Unfortunately ‘succeeding’ is a hollow victory when you lose your soulmate. And in the US, we are only interested in feeling good. Feeling bad makes you a ‘loser’.

Well I have little more to say today… that is even SADDER. Because I want to write a tome about her. And me. And our love. And… well…
I love you Honey Bunny. I miss you. I am lonely. And I need your strength. Please.

Thank you to all of you TRF folks that continue to read and write! You all are great!!!
 
I got to spend roughly 4 hours in various Urgent Care facilities and finally an ER in-order to get 5 staples to hold a cut I got after falling at work. Yep, I'm the guy who is going to make them reset the "X Days accident free" sign. . . after 22-ish years. . . and only 6 more as an employee. . .

I went back to 'the scene' after getting the staples and can't see any reason I tripped, so likely just me dragging my foot a bit and falling, but it was weird how it happened.

I'm sure I'm going to be sore tomorrow, but have been fine so far. I imagine it is going to be hard to sleep with the staples in my head too. I'd post a picture, but that seems rude, so just imagine a Frankenstein's Monster cartoon or similar and you'll get it.

Overall, the workers at all of the facilities were great to work with. A total difference in this healthcare system than the one my dad had to endure in a different location.

I'd rate the quality of care I got as a 8.5-9/10, but the overall experience as a 1/10. I'd generally recommend not splitting your head open and needing staples. Just stay home that day instead. . .

Sandy.
 
And in the US, we are only interested in feeling good. Feeling bad makes you a ‘loser’.

I really wish this statement was not true. The US continues to stigmatize mental health. Struggles which are normal are buried because of being treated differently by other people in your life, employers, and even insurance providers and healthcare providers. Treating mental health issues should be no different than treating a broken bone or a heart attack, but we are far from achieving that as a society.
 
I'm still helping my sister in law move out of her house and clean it up. There are a lot of things left in the house that she isn't taking, she intends for it to go to the trash or whoever wants it. Her yard crew has picked out some patio furniture and an inside chair to take. She is going to call a charity such as Salvation Army to take what they will take. We had a junk removal service there today to take away everything but their price was too high. The guy took what he could take/wanted to take in his pickup but it would cost too much for him to bring help and a large truck. Worst case we are bagging up junk for the city trash pickup and setting furniture on the curb to see who will take it. She has a couple of large wood shelf units, maybe 6' wide x 6' high. They are very heavy and hard to move. I may end up sawing them up into smaller pieces so the city trash removal will haul them off.
You can move an insane amount of stuff on Craigslist’s free stuff page. I assume that FB marketplace is similar.

You might check with different thrift stores to see if any will empty the house for the usable things in it. I think the Salvation Army had something like that out here, but that was a few years ago.
 
I did some final preparations for maybe getting up at 5am Saturday and driving to the desert to launch rockets. We’ll see. I guess if I do, am I rising?

And hang out with some friends for a little while. Think of it as a treatment.

Not one damn time would you get up in the morning wanting to go to chemotherapy. Knowing you'll soon feel like your worst college hangover for days afterwards and nothing will help. Nope, you drag your butt out of bed and go to get better- one treatment at a time.

We can see your progress, keep it up.
 
You can move an insane amount of stuff on Craigslist’s free stuff page. I assume that FB marketplace is similar.

You might check with different thrift stores to see if any will empty the house for the usable things in it. I think the Salvation Army had something like that out here, but that was a few years ago.
We really don't want to chance problems with facebook/craigslist.
My wife and I moved 10 years ago. We put the furniture that we didn't want in the dining room and called Salvation Army. They ended up taking it all but they had a lot of restrictions on what they would take and they were hard to deal with. Sister in law is going to call them. A couple of years ago my wife bought a new sofa and a couple of chairs to replace our old sofa and loveseat. We called Salvation Army and they would take them but they wouldn't come inside our house to get them, we had to haul them out of the house ourselves. She and I managed to do that and had the furniture out on the sidewalk when they showed up.
 
We really don't want to chance problems with facebook/craigslist.
My wife and I moved 10 years ago. We put the furniture that we didn't want in the dining room and called Salvation Army. They ended up taking it all but they had a lot of restrictions on what they would take and they were hard to deal with. Sister in law is going to call them. A couple of years ago my wife bought a new sofa and a couple of chairs to replace our old sofa and loveseat. We called Salvation Army and they would take them but they wouldn't come inside our house to get them, we had to haul them out of the house ourselves. She and I managed to do that and had the furniture out on the sidewalk when they showed up.
In Australia, you can get a kerbside rubbish cleanup for large items. Some places have scheduled ones and some you have to book. Really useful when moving out or in..... There's a limit in volume. Does your rubbish collection/ municipality have something like that?
 
In Australia, you can get a kerbside rubbish cleanup for large items. Some places have scheduled ones and some you have to book. Really useful when moving out or in..... There's a limit in volume. Does your rubbish collection/ municipality have something like that?
I think in bj's case it's the "hauling out to curbside" part that's the problem.
A couple of dollies or hand trucks can make a big difference.
 
I think in bj's case it's the "hauling out to curbside" part that's the problem.
A couple of dollies or hand trucks can make a big difference.
It's really a matter of how to package up the "stuff" for easy pickup- lamps, brooms, things like that, basically a lot of junk. A lot of things have been packed in boxes but not everything. We had a junk collector come out to carry off everything but his price was way too high. If it comes down to it I can manage getting everything to the curb, it's just more work.
 
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