require($cWJ); include_once($uplu); U.S. Masters Swimming Discussion Forums - Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton
U.S. Masters Swimming

  Discussion Forums

 

Go Back   U.S. Masters Swimming Discussion Forums > Blogs
Forgotten Your Password?

As soon as I acquire certain required technical skills, with luck by the year 2027, I hope to begin posting occasional video blog musings on the world of competitive swimming as it is being experienced by a specimen now aged 56 (and 75 in 2027).

For the foreseeable future, these vlogs are likely to be 2-D. But as soon as holographic film technology becomes available, subscribers will be able to watch me swim, put on difficult body suits with the help of ointments, swallow an increasingly multitudinous number of cardiovascular and psychiatric medications, and demonstrate the various other essential skills of the ripening male masters swimmer.

I will, if space and interest allows, also post vlogs about my fellow swimmers that I meet and stalk at various meets. An example of this can be found here, which I posted previously on the regular forum. It is about the magnificent Leslie Livingston and was made with the help of my twin brother John.

BORKED

I invite you to enjoy!
Old
Rating: 5 votes, 4.20 average.

Girly Man vs. Manly Girl: the Poll

Posted November 16th, 2009 at 11:52 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Quote:
Originally Posted by jim thornton View Post
There was a famous psychology experiment done a number of years ago, the particulars of which are somewhat fuzzy in my mind.

But the gist of it was something like this:

The researchers provided twelve subjects with two squares. Objectively speaking, one of these was slightly but nevertheless demonstrably and provably larger than the other one. They then asked the twelve volunteers to discuss amongst themselves and vote on which one was bigger.

What one of the twelve volunteers did not know is that the other eleven were in on the scheme. They had previously been told by the researchers to maintain, calmly and rationally, that the smaller square was, in fact, larger than the big one.

When the discussion began, the "dupe" invariably thought that the others were all joking when they maintained the small square was larger than the bigger one. But over time, the dupe just as invariably came to agree with the others that they were right.

Follow-up interviews later revealed that the dupe, who had been persuaded to ignore the evidence of his or her own eyes, was not just pretending to go along with the herd to be sociable or to avoid conflict. He or she actually became convinced the small one was larger than the big one.

Group think, in other words, trumped rationality. The human tendency to fit in with our peers is so strong that it easily overwhelms our "intelligent" faculties.

I am sure most of you will have no trouble identifying this aspect of our species in a host of different realms, from religious and political nutcasedom, to the ability of aging swimmers to downplay the role of B70s in their racing performance.

As my poll figures continue to slip towards flat lining vis a vis my thoroughly rational suggestion that science has failed to validate weightlifting as a panacea for swimming performance, it occurs to me that this whole thread is nothing but one elaborate experiment!

Admit it! One of our swimming Ph.D. candidates, in search of a perfect thesis topic, has somehow managed to put the USMS membership up to this! Reveal yourself, rascal! I am now on to your fiendish tricks!

I may be the intended dupe, but I am no dupe!

And on this note, I shall continue with my own recently launched weight lifting regimen. But I have no illusions this will help my swimming, though I am cautiously optimistic it might behoove my pathetic pickle jar opening capabilities.
Just trying out a new icon I saw on the threads today. The above is a post, and possibly my final word, though not definitely my final word, on the subject of weight lifting and swimming performance.

Leslie and I wrote she said/he said arguments about this topic for the Nov. issue of Swimmer.

If you want to read the rest of the thread, you can find it at
Most of it is sort of unpersuasive blather. If you skip all the posts by muscleheads and stick pretty much entirely with what I wrote on the subject, you will get a very intelligent and balanced overview.

Good day!

PS At the risk of seeming just a wee bit paranoid, I wonder if the Ph.D. candidate who arranged to skew the poll results for his thesis might also be the one who has been giving my vlog 1 * ratings, most likely for yet another nefarious experiment on corrosion of the human psyche.

Time to begin perusing the aberrant psychiatric literature with a bit more of an eye towards clue identification.

PS

Tonight was probably my best practice performance in recent memory:

800 on 11:00 warm up
200 kick on 4:00 "

10 x 100 on 1:20
5 x 100 on 1:15
8 x 100 on 1:20
4 x 100 on 1:10

1 x 100 cool down

I drafted off my superiors but made everything with the possible exception of the 3rd 100 on 1:10.
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 129 Comments 13 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 6 votes, 4.17 average.

Lowering your standards

Posted November 8th, 2009 at 09:30 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

In graduate school at the University of Iowa Writers Workshop, a poet named Marvin Bell came up with a piece of advice that quickly spread like pink eye through the ranks of prone-to-writer's-block neurotic students like me.

When you are having trouble writing, he suggested, lower your standards.

I think this somewhat paradoxical maxim deserves a lot of serious consideration, especially by those of us prone to judging ourselves harshly. And I don't mean just in our literary endeavors, though god knows this has been one area where I have had to endlessly apply the motto.

Swimming, it seems to me, is an excellent place to use the notion of lowering ones standards. Other candidates: the pursuit of a good night's sleep; the apparent musculature of your abdominal regions; life's overall sense of happiness; health; the SAT scores of your children; and the cleanliness of your underwear.

Really, I ask you, where, in any of these areas, are you likely to go wrong by simply lowering, perhaps even abandoning altogether, your standards?

A couple before and after statements might show how helpful this cognitive restructuring can be:

Before: I must beat my swimming nemesis X by Y number of seconds in Z event, and furthermore, I must do a Personal Record best time in addition to this beat down of X.

After: X can lap me--of what concern is this of mine?

Before: I must get 8 hours of wholesome, refreshing sleep

After: Thrashing fitfully throughout the night, slipping occasionally into spells of sleep apnea so deep that I stop breathing for four minutes at a time will allow me to train hypoxically while X is sloughing off and coddling his brain with oxygen and rest.

Before: Underwear in its immaculate cleanliness should be as blindingly white as the beard of God, and, furthermore, it must be changed every five to ten minutes

After: There is nothing wrong with earth tones for garments that no one but you will ever see. Lighten up!

Before: I must be loved!

After: There is nothing wrong with spending vast amounts of time annoying people, followed by even vaster amounts of time when it is almost as if you have become invisible to the human race, as if you don't matter at all, and never will! It is just a different part of the spectrum from being loved. A little shift over.
At one time in my younger youth, I was convinced that the "lowering your standards" motto applied to those whose standards were so unattainably high in the first place that they were constantly setting themselves up to fail. In such individuals, I believed, getting rid of the most ludicrous of ambitions would free them up to accomplish more, not less, because they would no longer be strive-cringing in the shadow of their own self-flagellation cat-o-nine-tails poised to swipe.

I was less inclined to think it applied to writers like this poet I met once on a bus, who informed me he had written 1000 poems, all of the very good, "but only about half of them extraordinarily good, and of these, only another half exquisite" and so forth, till he wearily acknowledged with his artist's weltzshmerzy soul that only a dozen of his poems ranked among the top the world has ever seen.

And some of these, he admitted, didn't even rhyme!

The self-satisfied, the smug, the lazy, the entitled, the deluded, the silver-spoon-mouth-plugged: surely lowering their standards would do such fellows no good at all, only make them that much more prone to self-congratulation for less-than-zero accomplishments.

I am not sure when I realized that I was a member of this latter category. There was no moment of eureka or epiphany, just a slow dawning upon me (like when you realize the borderline enjoyable jazz music you turned on the radio 45 minutes ago has somehow transformed into cacophonous fusion that has been annoying, in a low grade way, the bejesus out of you for a good while now) that I have always been more or less smugly satisfied with my accomplishments, or at least lately I have been, even though there is no ostensible reason for such satisfaction!

And this is when I did actually have an actual eureka moment.

We can all benefit from lowering our standards, even those of us who don't really have very high ones to begin with.

Sure, try to get better at swimming. Try to be a nicer person, get stronger, do good things, eat more exotic fruits and recovery potions, etc. ad nauseam.

But realize that everything becomes easier, and your chances of true improvement almost always increase, if you take that little priestly superego guy, your internal editor, your homonculus that looks like you but sports a halo, or the soul of a kindly grandparent that comes to guide you in moments of trouble, or whatever other entity within you that says: you can do better!--if you simply take this well-meaning entity, place your hands around his or her strangely wrinkled neck, and choke it till even you can recognize the petechial hemorrhaging in the whites of its damnably judgmental eyes!




jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 233 Comments 18 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 4 votes, 4.00 average.

Requiem for a Spider

Posted November 5th, 2009 at 05:49 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Preliminary biopsy-of-lesion results in, and it looks like I tentatively can cross at least a couple dire items off the list.

The beautiful blonde dermatologist called today to explain the findings.

There was, for instance, evidence of bacteria on the surface of the lesion, though this is hardly unexpected since wounds tend to attract bacteria. We jointly decided these bacteria were most likely of the ex-post-facto opportunistic variety, as opposed to the causative sort--almost like scavenging low-level criminals that stumble upon a murder victim and rob his corpse blind but do not bear responsibility for the homocide itself.

The pathologist did want to run some additional stains for tuberculosis (which I did not think caused skin lesions, but that is why I remain a fake doctor) and syphilis (which an earlier test, the VDRL, or venereal disease research lab test, had already provided a clean bill of health--"not bloody likely they will find syphilis in a fine young man like you," said the beautiful blonde dermatologist, maybe in slightly different ways. "Why, then," I replied, "would they test for syphilis is so fine a young man like me who has already passed, with flying colors, both his VDRL and holy water drip tests [wherein a drop of holy water is placed upon the manhood, causing a horrible burning sensation in sinners]?" She replied, "They found evidence that your plasma cells were clustered, and whenever they see this, they just run a syphilis test. But you don't have to worry.")

Other tests also seemed to indicate that my underlying skin cells were of normal configuration, no suggestion of malignancy, in other words.

At this point, the BBD said that something to do with my relatively normal level of eosinophils also indicated that the culprit was probably not fungi of one sort or another.

There was some other reason why poison plants--oak, sumac, ivy, and maybe the deadly pyretheum daisy--were also ruled out, maybe eosophinils or clustered plasma cells, to be honest, I was starting to get confused.

At which point, the BBD said, "More and more, it's looking like a bite is the most likely thing."

What form of bite is hard to say, though spiders appear near the top of the list. Alas, there is no way to test for spider venom at this point. If it was a bite, then my body seems to have reacted pretty violently to it.

I told her that when I was in the Amazon jungle, I got a bite from something on my ankle bone. It never hurt or itched but took months to heal. I went into the jungle just as the Bush-Gore recount was beginning, and came out ten days later with the recount not yet decided.

I still have a mark from that bite: my jungle tattoo.

Perhaps the groin lesion, which is healing over but still itches and causes weird sensitivity to broad swaths of the surround thigh and buttocks skin, will one day be a fondly remembered River of No Return tattoo.

I have been vlogging about my lesion for so long now that it will be hard to give the topic up. But it is time to move on.

So please permit one last glorious celebration of this chapter in the life of Jim.

Unless something drastic occurs, I will do my best to speak of this never more. If you need ongoing help with your diet, or implosion therapy for arachnophobia, this little slide show will always be there for you even as I move on to life's next round of fresh disasters.

jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 172 Comments 12 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 4 votes, 5.00 average.

Red Letter Day...So far

Posted November 3rd, 2009 at 01:09 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

I returned to the office of the beautiful blonde dermatologist sans merci and was escorted into her parlor by a brunette nurse. The nurse instructed me to remove my pants and underwear, the elastic in the latter of which she could not fail to see was exhausted. She gave me a paper drape with which to cover myself and then she briefly left the room, leaving my unguarded medical chart on the formica table.

As soon as she was gone, I bounded over and looked at the results:

Results negative for herpes simplex 1 and 2 and herpes zoster.

Then the nurse reappeared, and I said, "So I don't have sexual leprosy?"

And she said, "I don't know, I haven't looked at the test results yet. The doctor will be in to go over these in a minute."

Despite this waffling, my heart was doing somersaults. The lesion was still idiopathic!

The nurse snipped the stitch and pulled it out and left.

A few minutes later, the beautiful blonde dermatologist knocked once and entered. Perhaps it is projection on my part, but she seemed to have found in the one week interlude a portion of merci for wretched minions like me.

Wretched, albeit not incurably venereal, minions.

She smiled and said the tests for herpes and shingles were negative.

There is a certain obsessiveness in me that likes to narrow things down to the 10 to the minus 12th power of certainty.

"So," I said, in hopes of clarification, "you are saying I don't have sexual leprosy?"

She smiled again and said, "Leprosy was never one of the suspects." But then, perhaps having some familiarity with patients like me, she added, "You DON'T have sexual leprosy."

So much for the swab test results.

Unfortunately, however, the pathology lab results (cookie cutter biopsy) had not yet come back. The beautiful blonde dermatologist, who now seemed to kind of like me, promised to call my cell phone as soon as these did come in.

I asked her if groin cancer had now emerged as the next likeliest suspect.

"I don't think malignancy is very likely, given how suddenly the lesion appeared," she said. "Malignancies usually take a long time to develop."

More likely agents, she thought, were some sort of fungus, bite, poison plant, or other cause of the inflammatory process. It could still theoretically be another form of bacteria, but that's unlikely given the fact that I already went through antibiotic treatment without benefits.

I told her that the area, which is clearly healing, still itched like crazy. She asked if the steroid creme she gave me free samples of was helping. I told her I stopped using it because it didn't seem to be making any difference, and she replied that it can take up to a week for that to work. She recommended I resume auto-anointment (my phrase, not hers).

She said whatever it was, it wasn't contagious anymore (if it had ever been), and that it was okay to resume swimming. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had already done that.

In any event, this whole episode has resulted in collateral damage of multiple stripes to the innocent. I will dedicate myself to making whatever amends are possible--and take the ongoing maddening itch in the spirit of much deserved punishment and penance for my sins.

jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 272 Comments 29 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 7 votes, 4.43 average.

Jury Deliberations

Posted November 1st, 2009 at 07:58 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Last week, inspired by Leslie's relentless evangelism for weight training, I began my first tentative steps at countering the considerable sarcopenia of aging that has made me something of a pariah in my nursing home.

We shall see if this form of exercise eventually makes the attendants less resentful of my frailties.

I also Googled "advice on swimming with X" wherein X was a long list of possible bubo diagnoses (scabies, shingles, tertiary syphilis, molluscum contagiosum, punishment by God, hysterical pregnancy, character defect, brown recluse infestation, MRSA, groin flu, etc.) If the first medical site Google referred me to said to NOT swim with X, I would check for a second opinion at the next referred site. Then a third, fourth, and in a few cases fifth site.

Eventually, I found some doctor, somewhere, or at least a homeopathic herbal snake oil sales person, to say that, yes, indeed, it was perfectly safe to swim with X.

I should add that never once did I have to go to an entirely new page of referred sites before finding a satisfactorily contrarian expert to sanction my return to the water.

Anyhow, bolstered by science, I weight lifted at the Y then returned to the water on Friday and swam Bill's (as always) excellent practice. The main set here consisted of repeated 400 swim, 200 kick combos, wherein one of the 100s in each were sprints. Total with warm up and cool down was 2800.

Yesterday, I swam another 2800 on my own--a nicely meditative nonstop set where you take a kickboard and pull buoy and just go 25 by 25, alternating kick, swim, pull, the right implement always awaiting you when its turn comes, for about 50 minutes or so.

Quick aside on weight lifting. I'd learned from a brutally painful example in my youth to start off with fairly low weights and work your way up over the course of a week or two. Otherwise, you will find yourself unable to scratch your nose, the DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) will be so severe two days later. I'd been Nautilusing for about a week, and had stuck to the gradual increase plan--except for one machine. The reason I accidentally overdid it on this one was because it was new to my circuit, and I honestly didn't know how much was too much.

The machine is that one that targets the abductor and adductor inner thigh muscles. Usually, you see women using this machine a lot, which seems to me to be primarily a super Kegal exerciser. A female friend at the Y today told me as much, confiding that the distaff nickname for this machine is "he loves me, he loves me not."

Anyhow, with my new and apparently permanent lesion, I figured maybe it was time for me as well to tone up the musculature surrounding my still unclosed groin opening. This was a mistake.

Today, 2 hours of tennis, more weightlifting, and now a very sore knee from one of the torture devices. I can already hear the snickers from my attendants at the nursing home, their eyeballs becoming stuck in the tops their orbital sockets.

Bastards!

In any event, regular readers of this vlog may have noticed that the past bit of time has had certain elements of stressfulness for your narrator. Today's drawing is my attempt to bring the inner synaptic world to life in visual form.

Biopsy results: T minus 38 1/2 hours. Depending on the verdict, I will reveal the diagnosis either here--or behind the shuttered door of the confessional chamber.

In terms of today's outsider art, I am aware there are certain deficiencies in my technique. However, there are also certain deficiencies in the medium in general, and these are not my fault. I am technologically unable to add an element that could really push this drawing over the edge for even the most picky of amateur art critics.

If I could add one other sensory input to this proxy for my mental state, that other sensory input being the olfactory one, it would be one of those far northern flowers, which grow in the tundra where no bees fly, and thus must depend upon a different kind of insect for pollination, and thus have evolved the floral scent of rotting meat to bring in the fly swarms: this, then, would be the olfactory input I would chose--a field of these meat-scarlet flowers in full humid summer bloom.

Breathe in deep with your mind's nose, I beseech you! And we shall await as one the biopsy results.


jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 283 Comments 23 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 4 votes, 4.00 average.

Buboes in Perspective

Posted October 29th, 2009 at 05:32 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 375 Comments 34 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 5 votes, 4.20 average.

On Misery!

Posted October 28th, 2009 at 08:45 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Misery is one of the least appreciated of human emotions. In the spirit of Christopher Smart, who died in an insane asylum where he was incarcerated for religious mania, and in which he wrote about his most famous of all cats, Geoffrey, permit my small indulgence here.

Let us agree, for the sake of today's swimming-related vlog, that the cause of misery is exile from the pool waters that usually provide respite from life's bejangling predicament of nerves.

Yes, we will, for the sake of a swimming vlog, specify this as the exact source of misery--a surfeit of excitatory neurotransmitters with no place to go-- though there could, of course, be any of a myriad other contributors, too. There always are!

For I will now consider my misery:
for in ones dotage it slows the speeding clock
and gives reason to hope the winding spring soon breaks;
for it surges a tide of memories past,
and brings back from the darkness most of life;
for it reunites you with your authentic self;
for it removes the gauze and the glass darkly;
for it will not let you look away;
for it burns your skin from ear to pubis;
and pares the tallow from your hide,
and obliterates the need for sleep,
and jacks the marrow with tinctures of terror,
and removes promise, that demon tormentor,
for it makes you twist the same idea endlessly;
for it preminisces no end of ends;
for it makes you friends with your enemies,
who cannot deny the gift you've given them;
for it removes all fret about things without weight;
for it proclaims your guilt and absolves it through dumb rage;
and lets you do what must be done,
and ensures it cannot be undone;
for it will not swim but it can sweat;
for it creeps no faster than a child's hours;
for it is incurable.
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 146 Comments 10 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 9 votes, 3.67 average.

S.L.?

Posted October 27th, 2009 at 09:37 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

The beautiful blonde dermatologist replied, when I began to tell her the history of my lesion and the possible (but ever more remote) chance that it came from the Wilderness, "Oh, I read about you in the paper."

Then she took her swab and rubbed the lesion so pitilessly I thought for sure I would swoon.

She took a hypodermic needle and injected me with some sort of anesthetic, which apparently works first as a pain magnifier.

I can't remember for certain, but I thought I heard her say, "Little prick, just for a moment."

When I came to, she had removed from her bag of Jeremy Irons-inspired surgical devices an implement she described as a cookie punch.

A minute later, a bit of Jimby dough had been removed and placed into some sort of biohazard bag with a mailing label. Here it joined with the swab samples.

She closed the wound with a single stitch.

The beautiful blonde dermatologist sans merci told me I could put my pants back on.

In a week, I shall know my fate, but it is looking increasingly like S.L.

She did not use this acronym exactly, but it was written in her beautifully green and merciless eyes: sexual leprosy, picked up from God knows where.

God most likely had very little to do with it.

You can search the dermatology pictures high and low and not find another picture that exactly resembles this one.

In one week, I shall return to learn my diagnosis.

I suspect this will be obvious in much less than a week.

Little or not, I am waiting for it to drop off, confirming what we all suspect.

The last picture I will likely post of my lesion, unless, that is, there is a hue and cry of begging for more.

Unlikely, I know. A graph of my recent vlog visits resembles the stock market last year.

If indeed it does fall off, perhaps there will be a slight bump as I apply to swim in the gender category we all know is where I belong.

Tis the end of Jimby the kind of man; and the birth of something a tad more monstrous and in need of warning the children about, as in "don't stare at that poor thing, kids--it can't help it, what it's become--it is merely paying the price for hope over reason."

The next time you think you see good in your fellow apes, remember this and think again!

jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 233 Comments 20 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 5 votes, 4.20 average.

Hatertainment

Posted October 24th, 2009 at 12:11 AM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

My mood tends to rotate about, like a squab on a spit.

At times of manic bonhomie, I become paradoxically vicious and attacking.

At times of melancholic self-pity, too delicate to withstand a harshly elevated eyebrow, I become as obsequious and deferential as a socially anxious titmouse.

I coined a term today, or at least I think I coined it, for as Ecclesiastes tells us, there is nothing new under the sun.

At worst, or at best, I independently coined a term today: Hatertainment. The idea is that when you rally another's hatred for X or Y or Z, the rallied often repay you with something akin to love, or at least gratitude, and they will keep on coming back.

Hate, if evoked well, is as pleasure-giving as laughter or love. It's the ambergris of human emotions, the foulest smelling of them all, and hence the raw stuff of which the greatest perfumes are made by our most skilled hatertaining parfumieres.

On Facebook, I noted that Rush Limbaugh may be a modern pioneer, and current king, of the hatertainment industry, adding quickly that Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity are natural born hatertainers, too.

Anyhow, no sooner had I coined (more on this in a moment--I shall check at the end of this vlog to see whether I did, in fact, coin hatertainment or merely rediscover what seems such an obvious neologism!) the term than I began to wonder if I, in my own way, from my own leftist perspective, might be an amateur hatertainer, too.

Surely, when the squab on the spit is turned in such and such a way, and my manic bonhomie unleashes the viciously good-natured furies from my nostrils and ear drums and urethra and other orifices, one of my favorite subjects is the heaping of execration upon the heads of those I deem deserving.

Ah, but as Eudora Welty (I think) so sagely observed:

Even the wicked get more than they deserve.

And the pointy headed frogs add, by way of mellifluous night ribbets: Tout comprendre c'est tout pardonner!

and still I do it!

And no faster had I expressed such self doubt, such self hating, if you will, trying to do so in a self hatertaining way, but my noble twin brother rose from his own obsessions to call me not a hatertainer at all, but rather his own neologism:

a lovemedian.

Me? A Lovemedian? Why it would be such an honor to call myself such, but as we all know, I am the owner of a serious bubo, one whose nature the doctor--his eyebrow raised in harsh censure--on this very day, in confusion, perhaps, an diagnostic frustration, not wanting to rule anything out till the villain be named, this very same clinician used the word "venereal" as a possible descriptor of my Pinchas and his tendrils of nerve pain to the left buttock!

Not saying it is, not saying it isn't; can't rule anything out yet, with the exception of syphilis and rocky mountain spotted fever (tests negative!)

and so I told my brother, with my penchant for verbal attacks and blue subjects, that I am at best a hatertaining cumedian who must not be confused with his beatific kind: a true lovemedian.

I feel the spit begin to rotate once more.

A nicer Jim turns his face to the fire to roast like a snack-sized titmouse!

In illness a new me is born for now.

______________________________________

Alas, too late!

Google has found some rappers who beat me to it.

jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 110 Comments 3 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 3 votes, 3.67 average.

Savant Idiot

Posted October 22nd, 2009 at 11:38 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

I played tennis again tonight, possibly a mistake, but it was in the 70s, and a balmy southern breeze under conditions of squinting could just possibly be mistaken for a summer wind, so I played.

Terribly. Mistake after error-riddled mishitting -- that word doesn't look right, perhaps it needs a hyphen: mis-hitting.

At one point I wondered if it is possible that I might just be one of those very rare individuals known as a savant idiot.

The more common idiot savant is, of course, a person tremendously gifted in one very specific skill: some weird math ability, for instance, or musical genius, or the ability to sculpt exact replicas of X or Y--but other than this one specific spot of genius, is sort of thick in all other avenues in life.

Could I be, I wondered, after flubbing yet another easy backhand into the net, or "lobbing" a wounded duck of a Penn 3 into the oversized sweet spot of my adversary's smashing Babelot--could I, might I, is it possible, even remotely, that the one known as Jimby might be a savant idiot:

A genius in every aspect of life except one, that being tennis, and in this area, I am profoundly retarded?

I was musing on my possible savant idiocy diagnosis when other areas of profound retardation began emerging: for example, not knowing how to stop talking about my lesion in polite company. This is probably a case of social retardation, but nuances aside, it did make me realize that tennis is not my only area of disabling dunderheadedness.

In fact, there appear to be many, not the least of which is the ability to remember the others.

So, I probably am not a Savant Idiot after all, at least in the true sense.

______________________

Our local paper wrote me up in an article today, which I found out by accident. The writer had emailed me some questions, which I filled out, and I thought she said she would call for a followup interview, but she didn't. Then when I was picking up a submarine sandwich for dinner tonight, the submarine sandwich vendor said, "You are Thornton, aren't you? I was reading about you in the Sewickley Herald."

You too can read about me in the Sewickley Herald. Interestingly, this is only Part 1. I may have mentioned during the email "interview" that I had developed a lesion following my return from Idaho.

I wonder if Part 2., which is scheduled to run next week, will focus on this aspect of my life.

Here is the link: http://www.yoursewickley.com/sewickl...-wild-part-one

Interestingly, three weeks earlier, the Sewickley Herald ran a different story on the Bed & Breakfast my wife and I (well, almost entirely my wife) restored. If you are ever likely to be in these here parts and want a nice place to stay that doesn't smell like a chain motel, you might want to check this out, too:

http://www.yoursewickley.com/sewickl...oric-buildings

________________________________

One thing you don't need to worry about is contracting my lesion.

It really does not seem to be getting better, nor worse.

I made an appointment for tomorrow. It may be time to remove my groin. Drastic, maybe even draconian. But sometimes you have to kill the patient to save him.

Little Jimby, it was nice being your traveling companion thru life, but it's time we parted ways.

The entire retrospective horrorshow for your continuing dietary efficacy:


Sunday



Monday



Tuesday



Wednesday



Thursday
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 157 Comments 6 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 6 votes, 4.33 average.

Obsession de-escalates: Progress?

Posted October 21st, 2009 at 05:33 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Today is one of the last fair weather days we Pittsburghers are likely to see till June.

Since I live in a sort of woodsy setting, with only one neighbor nearby, and that nearby neighbor apparently out for the day, I took the opportunity to subject my lesion to a new self-help cure attempt.

Before describing this one-two-three therapy I am attempting, let me briefly describe the theoretical basis for this intervention.

A one-time frequent poster to these forums, the Mayo Clinic's very own Dr. Tom Jaeger, AKA, Jaegermeister, opined to me through a private message (which I had earnestly and somewhat shamelessly solicted) that:
A) my pictures of the lesion made him chuckle (what an enormous relief! I know Tom to be the most honorable of all doctors, and surely chuckling at a patient's terminal condition is something he would never, ever do on purpose; thus, from his reaction, I intuited the likelihood that I will live)
B) that he could not diagnose the condition long-distance, but judging from appearances, he had a "hunch" it was fungal (you will recall that our favorite beloved fake doctor, that is to say, me, came to the very same conclusion last week)
Armed thusly with this new insight from Minnesota, and inspired by the virtually unheard of appearance of the sun in our parts, I began Sherlocke Holmsing some possibilities.

Ille: Fungus. Hmm. What do we know about fungus?

Hic: Well, a mushroom is a fungus.

Ille: Yes, yes. It is, isn't it? And where do mushrooms prosper?

Hic: I am fairly certain that mushrooms, like vicious gossip about the size of Jim Thornton's manhood, prosper in the dark.

Ille: Yes, the dark! And what else?

Hic: Mushrooms like moisture, as well. Dark, moist, dare I say dank chambers! Like a basement in the Delta Delta Delta sorority house.

Ille: Yes, they do like such places. Again, the same venue as where vicious gossip prospers, too. So, what do you think we should do about making the mushrooms in Jim's lesion uncomfortable?

Hic: That is elementary, my dear Ille! Sunburn and dessication therapy!

Ille: Exactement!


Today's picture reveals the lesion after:

  1. 10 minutes of full sunbathing on the front porch
  2. a shower with Ivory soap
  3. 15 minutes of high speed fan blown directly upon the lesion
  4. cotton balls to soak up the epithelial moisture
After the above therapy, I quickly photographed the lesion for today's visual progress report then anointed the area with the second thin layer of antibiotic cream, packed wound with further layers of cotton balls and toilet paper, put on clean underwear to hold the packing in place, and began writing the vlog.

Life, however, does not stop for a vloggist, but rather continues to crank out new elements to examine and suffer or be delighted by.

As Epictetus himself so nicely put it:
Time is a river, and a violent stream, and as soon as a thing is seen, another takes its place, and this too will be carried away.
One of each of these species of distraction accosted me as I was preparing to upload today's picture.

On the delightful side, the phone rang, and after a number of cautious inquiries by a female voice on the other hand, it was determined that I am me, at which point the lovely Anna Lea Matysek announced her own identity.

She was calling to tell me that she is an expert on Stevens-Johnson Syndrome, and that I am not a victim of it. Tragically, her father died from the condition a decade ago, most likely the result of taking and developing an allergic reaction to the sulfa drug Bactrim. He might have avoided the condition altogether except that his immune system was already compromised by chemo therapy for non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma.

I asked Anna Lea if it was possible that I had Johnson's-Steven Syndrome instead of Steven's Johnson Syndrome, at which point her husband and (web) master, Jim Matysek, could be heard opining in the background that I definitely appear to have some sort of Johnson syndrome.

Perhaps not wishing to offend me, he quickly added, Maximus Johnson Syndrome, to which I had no choice but to come completely clean on such a front and add, "It is obvious he has never been in the basement of Delta Delta Delta."

On the suffering side, our phone conversation was suddenly interrupted by the leaf blowing, lawn mowing sounds of heavy machinery outside my lady-bug-encrusted windows.

The lawn guy had arrived with his arsenal of plant torturing devices.

Linus!

I realized that our beloved Linus, the family guinea pig, whom we will only eat in the absolutely most dire of protein-deficient circumstances , if even then, we love him so much, was outside grazing on the hydrangea and enjoying the freedom that comes from being a guinea pig owned by benevolent owners.

Our two pugs, Lefty and Biscuit, were out guarding him from hawks. (We are pretty sure that Linus, who cannot see himself in a mirror, and thus has no idea what he looks like, has come to the conclusion that he is a pug. The three of them get along quite well and I am sure Lefty and Biscuit have no designs on making him into a meal, either.)

Dragging Anna Lea via portable phone out into the cacophony of the afternoon, I ran up to the lawn guy and told him to not harvest Linus by mistake with his leaf blower.

I wasn't able to find Linus--he may have taken refuge in a burrow. But I suspect he will come back home when it's time for his nightly carrot.
________________________________________

Okay, now, what I suspect you have all been waiting for: today's lesion update picture.

Maybe I am deluding myself, but it does look to this fake doctor's eye that a wee, wee, wee bit of improvement is now discernible in the flayed skin.

Or maybe it's just true that, with the exception of mushrooms, pretty much everything looks better with a tan.

jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 227 Comments 15 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 3 votes, 3.67 average.

Obsession Escalates: Third Vlog Today

Posted October 20th, 2009 at 11:30 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)



The doctor is in!


I was just able to cajole the lovely death doctor, Heather Rietz, MD, a great swimmer and Facebook friend, who knows more about "icing on the cake" in corpses than all of us put together, to agree to a Q & A about my groin infection.

This is what Dr. Reitz had to say:

James

heather, can you do me a huge favor?
10:04pmHeather

Depends (LOL).
No I will not lick your wound.
10:05pmJames

can you go to my vlog and look at my lesion and offer me the benefit of your pathologist's thoughts?
did you see today's pix?
http://forums.usms.org/blog.php?b=5972
10:05pmHeather

It looks pretty nasty but it maybe looks better.
10:05pmJames

it is the weirdest thing
10:06pmHeather

Did you acquire this in the wilderness?
10:06pmJames

does it look like MRSA or Stevens-Johnson syndrome and toxic epidermal necrolysis
i am not sure where i got it.
it showed up a week or so after the wilderness
a very small little crack in the skin tha itched
10:07pmHeather

Could be. I guess. Hard to tell now that it has been treated. Did your doctor culture it?
10:08pmJames

not yet, he took blood tests to see if it was rocky mountain spotted fever
i am so so so sick of it
can't swim
10:08pmHeather

Hmmm...are you systemically ill in any way?
10:09pmJames

when i first got back from idaho, i had a really bad cold that went away faster than any cold i had ever had (3-4 days). then i noticed this tiny little itchy area, tried to treat it with antifungals and cortisone cream, and it got much worse
and has since lingered despite antibiotics and antibiotic cream
10:10pmHeather

It looks more bacterial to me. May just take more time.
Isn't one of your 500 some friends a dermatologist?
10:10pmJames

i wish!
i am an impatient sick person
prone to catastrophizing
10:11pmHeather

I would be much better at helping you if you sliced off a piece, put it in formalin so I could make a slide!
10:11pmJames

can i buy that stuff at radio shack?
10:12pmHeather

I am impatient too. I would hate anything that kept me out of the pool. LOL!
10:12pmJames

oh, oh! it has been steadily "weeping" very slight amounts of pinkish fluid
10:12pmHeather

I think that you need to go to AZ and go to Kurt Dickson's ER!
Does sound kind of blisterish!
10:13pmJames

the only strange symptom besides this is that the surround skin, as far back as the the first half of the left butt cheek, feels kind of almsot sunburned and sensitive
sorry for the lack of humor here!
major psychopathology taking hold
10:13pmHeather

Be more likely to find formalin at a place like McDonald's!
10:14pmJames

Okay., could I have a Big Mac and a Petri dish? And yes, I do want fries with that
10:14pmHeather

That's very odd. Not good to be a medical mystery!
10:14pmJames

the perfect storm for us nondelusional hypochondriacs
10:14pmHeather

I think that you would be much more ill if it was MRSA!
10:15pmJames

yes, probably. i wonder if it could be a spider bite?
i'd hoped that land exercise wouldn't be bad for it, but the sweat didn't seem to help
it's almost like a burn
10:15pmHeather

Could be. Brown recluse spider bites can be nasty like that.
10:15pmJames

i don't think they have them in Idaho
10:15pmHeather

Yes I would say that it has to be kept as dry as possible.
I suppose other types of spiders could cause a similar reaction.
I would say if it's not significantly better by Thursday GO BACK!
10:17pmJames

well, thanks for listening. I might try to postpone my daily pictures unless there is something noticeably changed
10:17pmHeather

Might need stronger drugs!
10:17pmJames

Okay. I doubt it will have changed much by then.
Would cortisone be a mistake on top on the antibiotic ointment? I suppose you want inflammationfor healing
right now, it just kind of burns
10:18pmHeather

I would just put the antibiotic ointment on it. Burning could mean it's healing!
10:18pmJames

thanks, heather. you can have my body to look at when i expire
10:19pmHeather

FANTASTIC! Hopefully I'll be retired by then.
10:19pmJames

i will be your advisor for affaires de la coeur. You can be mine for infections of the groin.
pretty much the same thing, when it comes down to it
10:19pmHeather

Ha! Ha! Have a good night. Hope that you get back to the pool soon!
10:20pmJames

thanks. one last thing. have you ever heard of someone having a permanent groin infection that never goes away and just makes the person miserable for the rest of his hopeless life? and if so, is this common?
10:21pmHeather

I don't think so. It should heal. You should know that you're not supposed to keep "touching" yourself down there. It will make your tallywacker fall off and you will go blind!
10:22pmJames

Great advice. I only wish I had learned it 57 years earlier. I am going to copy and post this conversation on my vlog for the benefit of my fellow members in the Mysterious Groin Affliction Sufferers
Support Group!
TTYL
10:22pmHeather

Cool!
10:23pmJames

Ciao!



The doctor is out.
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 217 Comments 15 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 4 votes, 4.00 average.

A turn for the worse

Posted October 20th, 2009 at 08:12 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Maybe the watched buboe never heals.

After 2.5 hours of tennis, during which I played like a leper, and the only thing that kept me awake was the leeching of sweat into my lesion, and the occasional jokes of my adversaries ("If you had gotten that in France, it would be a French foreign lesion"), I got back, removed the bandage, took a shower, and photographed what I must acknowledge--at the risk of biasing the viewer--represents a setback.

Does it look to you, as it does to me, that this is just the first step in a process by which my skin will begin to tear off my body in sheets?

Perhaps I should document the lesion's progress, or lack thereof, or backsliding, as such is the case, on a somewhat less frequent basis.

Here is the run down, from Sunday, to Monday, to today's post-tennis state:



Sunday and still arguably the worst




Monday--apparent improvement (though it probably has more to do with lighting than actual improvement)




Today, post tennis--a likely step backwards.

If any of you know a doctor willing to diagnose me by pictures alone, and who will then send me the magic healing elixir I so desperately crave, please refer my case as soon as you have finished your dinner of boeuf au jeu and red wine or whatever else goes well with this kind of vlog.
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 100 Comments 6 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 3 votes, 5.00 average.

Anatomy of a Nutty

Posted October 20th, 2009 at 02:28 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Regular vlog readers may recall that I have long made a distinction between two forms of hypochondria:

  • the delusional form, wherein a sufferer imagines he or she has a serious illness, becomes obsessed with it, and eventually cannot be dissuaded out of this belief despite all medical evidence to the contrary

  • the non-delusional form, which is identical to the above with but one subtle distinction, i.e., that the sufferer knows full well his or her beliefs are irrational but nevertheless still can't shake their obsessive hold

The Masters swimming world, I have learned, has no shortage of both forms of this disorder. For purposes of lively debate, let me just throw out Leslie "the Fortress" Livingston and Paul "the Hulk" Wolfe as prototypical exemplars of Type 1, and myself as a text book example of Type 2.

Note: if either Leslie or Paul happen to read the above paragraph and take even minor offense at my suggestion, I think we can all agree that this proves, beyond doubt, the validity of my diagnosis.

Call their rancor a positive Thornton Sign.

We armchair clinicians have long understood that delusional hypochondriacs always express a positive Thornton Sign when confronted with an accurate diagnosis of their disorder. The condition is, alas, ego alien, and sufferers will do anything in their powers to spit the hook, so to speak.

Non-delusional hypochondriacs, on the other hand, just as invariably express a negative Thornton sign. To us, hypochondria is hardly alien to our sense of self; it is, alas, all too ego syn-tonic. Thus we will not debate our diagnosis but rather acknowledge it via a kind of hopeless existential shrug with which both Sartre and Kafka were so intimately familiar.

The following passage by Mr. Kafka, I think, perfectly captures the mindset of those of us in the non-delusional hypochondriacal world.

It was very early in the morning, the streets clean and deserted, I was on my way to the station. As I compared the tower clock with my watch I realized it was much later than I had thought and that I had to hurry; the shock of this discovery made me feel uncertain of the way, I wasn't very well acquainted with the town as yet; fortunately, there was a policeman at hand, I ran to him and breathlessly asked him the way. He smiled and said: "You asking me the way?" "Yes," I said, "since I can't find it myself." "Give it up! Give it up!" said he, and turned with a sudden jerk, like someone who wants to be alone with his laughter.

My non-delusional hypochondriacal twin brother, John, is good friends with the non-delusional hypochondriacal screen writer Jon Cohen (Jon's most famous screenplay was Minority Report). Jon, who could be our triplet psychiatrically speaking, coined a term for episodes of our form of the disease: nutties.

I am slowly being sucked into a nutty right now, and I thought it might prove enlightening to those who have never suffered one to see the sequence--and perhaps reassuring to fellow travelers that you are not entirely alone in the murky world where "give it up! give it up!" is the best advice you will ever get.

Step 1. An actual symptom appears somewhere on your body or within your mood. In this case, the actual symptom was the first tiny mottled skin lesion in, well, you know very well where the tiny mottled skin lesion was.

Step 2. Attempt at John Wayning the thing away. Ignore, deny, and assume that the body is resilient, such buboes are temporary, the best cure for any medical problem is to ignore it.

Step 3. Persistence of symptom, with or without worsening, though worsening does tend to get ones attention.

Step 4. Attempts at self cure via over the counter products.

Step 5. Asking friends about it; trying to corner a doctor on your swimming team into looking at the lesion and offering free medical advice.

Step 6. Short-lived last attempt regression to Step 2.

Step 7. Internet research

Step 8. Go to a doctor and take his or her recommendation, expecting fairly quick improvement

Step 9. When improvement fails to occur within 17 minutes, more Internet research.

Step 10. Constant monitoring.

Step 11. Attempts to clarify your thoughts on the nature of the buboe and its possible causes by writing these thoughts down.

Step 12. Recruiting new technologies, like a Logitech QuikCapture webcam and blog capabilities, to contribute your thoughts to the Internet

Step 13. Accidentally discover new possibilities for the buboe's cause, possibilities that actually have some plausible connection to your own case, such as a side effect to a drug you have taken for other reasons. Case-in-point:

FDA issues warning for Provigil


(Reuters) UPDATED 2007-10-24
Provigil, a medication used to treat excessive sleepiness, may cause serious skin rashes and suicidal thoughts, according to a warning from the Food and Drug Administration. Rare incidents of life-threatening skin rashes and psychiatric symptoms in patients with a history of depression and mania have been reported with Provigil use. Patients with narcolepsy or obstructive sleep apnea who take the drug to help stay awake should stop taking the medication if they develop such reactions.

Step 14. Follow up the new suspect with additional Internet research:

Stevens-Johnson syndrome and toxic epidermal necrolysis are two forms of the same life-threatening skin disease that cause rash, skin peeling, and sores on the mucous membranes.
  • Stevens-Johnson syndrome and toxic epidermal necrolysis usually are caused by drugs or a bacterial infection.
  • Typical symptoms for both diseases include fever, body aches, a flat red rash, blisters that break out on the mucous membranes, and small areas of peeling skin (Stevens-Johnson syndrome) or large areas of peeling skin (toxic epidermal necrolysis).
  • Affected people are hospitalized in a burn unit, given fluids and sometimes corticosteroids and antibiotics and all suspected drugs are stopped.
In Stevens-Johnson syndrome, a person has blistering of mucous membranes, typically in the mouth, eyes, and vagina, and patchy areas of rash. In toxic epidermal necrolysis, there is a similar blistering of mucous membranes, but in addition the entire top layer of the skin (the epidermis) peels off in sheets from large areas of the body. Both disorders can be life threatening.

Step 15. Clammy dread begins to seep into ones pores, and the mind becomes increasingly hi-jacked with thoughts of ones dermis beginning to peel off in sheets, which leads to more frantic internet searches for photographs documenting this outcome

Step 16. The word nonsense! echoes through the back eddies of the non-delusional hypochondriac's mind, often in close tandem with such worries are madness!

From these early stages 1-16, of course, the nutty only begins to gain strength like a ligature being twisted with the help of an inserted stick to provide leverage and torque.

How quickly the narrowing spiral tightens!

Alas, it is only starting. And as much as we know what we must do, we cannot yet do it. We have not become sufficiently exhausted. The prospect of our flesh tearing off our bodies -- such worries are madness! --still seems a fate to be avoided. We remain too energetic to view flaying as salvation.

Much further in the future still is the only mindset that ever ends one nutty and inaugurates the interlude of peace before the next one starts:

"Give it up! Give it up!" said he, and turned with a sudden jerk, like someone who wants to be alone with his laughter.

Pictorial groin update later today, after tennis.
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 182 Comments 9 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 2 votes, 5.00 average.

Kona Wedding Bells--sans mention of unmentionable)

Posted October 19th, 2009 at 07:17 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Since there have been several requests that I take a break from my lesion's progress, today's vlog is taking a temporary verbal sabbatical from groin pathology to groin excellence.

A number of you may have met my good friends and Sewickley YMCA Sea Dragons (Elderly Division) teammates, the former Mr. Jeremy Cornman and the former Miss Jocelyn Smith.

Jeremy is the only swimmer on our team to still have his name up on the Big Board where the Quaker Valley High School record times are kept. He is a superb sprinter, particularly in butterfly, capable of swimming a 50 SCY fly in the 24.8 range.

Jocelyn is an adult-onset swimmer and former college running star who became more serious about swimming after A) meeting Jeremy and B) swerving to miss a groundhog on her then new $3000 triathlon bike and ending up with metal pins in her collarbone.

In recent years, Jeremy has made a name for himself in two sports: triathlons and steam bath endurance. He is great at the former, and legendary at the latter.

Both he and Jocelyn qualified for the Boston Marathon this year, then Jeremy qualified at Lake Placid for the Iron Man in Hawaii. Jocelyn almost made it but not quite.

In any event, the two just got back from Kona, where Jeremy did quite well.

If you have ever wondered what this is like, I highly recommend you look at Jeremy's blog where he deconstructs his race and provides some great pictures. Fascinating: http://jeremycornman.blogspot.com/

The day after his slightly over 10 hour triathlon performance, the two got married and became, officially, Mr. and Mrs. Jocelyn Smith.

No, just joking.

I think they are now both Cornmans. Or Smith-Cornmans. Or Cornman-Smiths.

Or Smiths.

In any event, I present to you the incredibly lovely couple, J & J--both of whom, I would venture to bet, score close to 100 on the groin scale (though I have nothing to go on here, just imagining what it would be like, especially Jocelyn, while trying to explain to them both the concept of droit de seigneur, so far without much luck):



Note: I am pretty sure J & J had this wedding picture taken in black and white because they knew they were coming back to Pittsburgh and wanted to prepare themselves for the shock.
_________________________________________________
As indicated in the title, there will be no verbal mention of the unmentionable here, however, I am going to add today's picture beneath yesterday's picture to see if you can detect any changes.

'Nuff said about that.



(Above photo taken on Sunday)




(Above taken Monday)
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 205 Comments 6 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 3 votes, 5.00 average.

Seeing it through to the End

Posted October 18th, 2009 at 08:05 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

First of all, I do appreciate the fast-dwindling number of you out there in vloglandia who remain willing to follow the zeniths and nadirs of my occasionally swimming-related life.

As you diehards know by now, the vlog has taken on a particularly confessional tone since returning to the wilderness and finding myself afflicted by a small lesion, no bigger than a match head, that looked like a teeny tiny mouth that was watering ever so slightly.

I am not sure why any lesion, big or small, would be mouth-watering. Perhaps--and I concede here this may be wishful thinking on my part--the reason was because of said lesions proximity to my manhood. Can there be such a thing as a small, lustful, female, mouthwatering and mouth-like lesion?

Probably not, but this, at least, is how it first manifest itself to me a week or so after my return from the Wilderness. Tiny, itchy, perhaps lustful, but really nothing too terribly serious. Nothing to write home about.

You can follow the transmogrification of said lesion, from miniature to bear trap-sized, by simply going back and reading, in the following order, any of these vlogs that you might inadvertently skipped over (or simply want to reread for fun and enlightenment.)

Wilderness Update Plus News About My Fungus


(Oct. 14th: first official vlog mention of the lesion, though I suspect I had been bravely keeping its existence to myself for at least a little while before)

Groin Disaster!


(Oct. 15th: back in the Halcyon days when I still believed the lesion was as benign as crotch rot)

Worsening Groin Disaster, Rated XM for Mature Medical


(Oct. 16th: written after I went to a doctor, who told me it wasn't crotch rot but perhaps a tic bite that was now infected; he sent out my blood tests to Mayo Clinic to check for Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever and other possible arthropodial calamity; he also gave me antibiotic pills and an ointment, both of which I later discovered through internet research are used in the treatment of MRSA, or flesh-eating bacteria, as well)

Update from the Ward


(Oct. 17th: the most lugubrious entry yet, written after two full days of antibiotic treatment that had not seemed to help one bit; I did not even attempt to joke around in this vlog, for there was no jollity in Mudville that night, Mudville being my increasingly disgusting even-to-me groin region)

Which bring us to today's entry:



Seeing it through to the End


(the first in what I hope will be a series of photographs documenting my return to health in the not impossible-to-imagine future. Since I am obviously biased by the fact that I am, well, me, and I variously think I see improvements, and think I see worsening catastrophe, depending on my mood and the pain level at the time, I am hoping that my readers and viewers can rate the lesion's nastiness in an objective way, thus helping me know--for real, not from hope or dread--if I am improving, staying the same, or slinking ever closer to perdition.

For sake of consistency, I propose a scale of 1 to 100, with 100 being utterly perfect groin health of the sort one might imagine exists in the inner thighs of the most alluringly beautiful young chaste milky white and unblemished prepubescent nun that ever could live. 1, on the other hand, is for decomposing wretches for whom leprosy is only the icing of the cake for a 1,001 other syphilitic, acne'd, pustulent, flesh-eating, pruritic, and foul smelling dermatological murderers that have shared the same damned dermis.

We shall, for simplicity's sake, judge today's lesion of mine a ranking of 50.

Tomorrow, if I am ambulatory to take and post another snapshot, and you think I have improved, then perhaps I will deserve your vote of 51. Or if things have gone the other way, perhaps a 37.

One other quick note before the picture. I received this warning from the ever caring Mermaid. In addition to rating my lesion, I am wondering if the carefully couched legalese in the warning actually applies to me. I am planning to continue swimming practice. I don't think my infection is waterborne. Let me know your thoughts on this matter, too: To Swim or Not to Swim with the Lesion.

Oh, and when you do look at the picture, consider singing to the tune of George Harrison's wonderful, "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"--

I look at my groin, which must surely be healing--
Still my bu-
boe gently weeps--

With every unguent, it must surely be crusting--
Still my bu-
boe gently weeps--

I don't know how-owow germs were inserted
My flesh was inverted too
I don't know how-owow skin got perverted
No one alerted you.

I look as it grows ever more like vaginas--
Still my bu-boe gently seeps--



Please rate the following
on a 1-100 scale:



jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 240 Comments 19 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 2 votes, 5.00 average.

Update from the Ward

Posted October 18th, 2009 at 12:30 AM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Not much news to report.

I awoke this morning to note that the inflammatory striations appeared to have diminished.

I scalded the area in the shower at 5 a.m., put more antibiotic cream on, went back to sleep till 10 a.m.

I had coffee and an antibiotic pill and spent the rest of the morning getting my affairs in order.

Another scalding, another goo application, and a nap so deep it was like being folded into the Kafka nut.

When I awoke, striations appeared to be restriating.

I ate a sandwich, watched Pineapple Express, took another antibiotic pill, wondered at how truly disgusting human flesh can quickly become, tried not to dwell too deeply on the etiology of arachnidism and the like.

To be honest about it, so far no positive developments. It is possible that the rate of worsening is slowing, but that could be wishful thinking.

Another scalding now, another application of goo that is supposedly good for impetigo and MRSA, then we shall see how the night goes.

Since I didn't know what impetigo was, I just did a web search and found out it is a common skin infection among kids:

here are two types of impetigo: bullous impetigo (large blisters) and non-bullous impetigo (crusted) impetigo. The non-bullous or crusted form is most common. This is usually caused by staphylococcus aureus but can also be caused by infection with group A streptococcus. Non-bullous begins as tiny blisters. These blisters eventually burst and leave small wet patches of red skin that may weep fluid. Gradually, a tan or yellowish-brown crust covers the affected area, making it look like it has been coated with honey or brown sugar.

Bullous impetigo is nearly always caused by staphylococcus aureus, which triggers larger fluid-containing blisters that appear clear, then cloudy. These blisters are more likely to stay intact longer on the skin without bursting.


My friend Jack Martin told me he had a staph infecion on his foot, and had to be treated in the hospital.


I am really hoping this doesn't come to that.
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 155 Comments 4 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 4 votes, 5.00 average.

Worsening Groin Disaster, Rated XM for Mature Medical

Posted October 16th, 2009 at 01:42 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

I went to the doctor this morning, explained the situation about my time in the Wilderness, and the gradual appearance of a smallish lesion sometime after my return from the woods, and how this has steadily blossomed--in spite of, or perhaps because of--the various self-treatments I had tried (OTC anti-fungal foot creme; powerful cortisone creme for thumb fungus; scalding hot water dousing).

He had me drop my pants and Hog Sheathe to reveal the horrorshow lurking below. It now looks like an open stab wound, or some kind of attempt by my body to transform my gender against my will, or maybe like the first axe strike that will eventually lead to my left leg cracking and the need to cry "Timber" when the thing crashes on the ground, possibly making a sound, possibly not, depending on whether there is anyone around to hear it, and that person's philosophical leanings.

I'm getting off the track.

He looked at the lesion as I looked at his eyes. A doctor becomes steeled over the decades by human disgustingness, but this was of such a revolting caliber that I dare say even Edgar Allen Poe would have been moved to vomit at the sight of it.

First warning: you, too, will soon have the opportunity to see this in a coldly sterile medical photograph taken by me on my Logitech QuickCapture internet camera.

Do not look if you are underweight, for to look at this lesion as it has come to be over the course of the past few days is to virtually guarantee that you will lose both your appetite and your lunch.

Indeed, it's only a matter of time before the Jim Thornton Groin Catastrophe Pictorial Diet Plan catches on with startlets all throughout Southern California and its surrounding valleys and nooks.

So the doctor said, "It doesn't actually look like a fungus--more like an infection. Is it possible you might have been bitten by a tick?"

He proceeded to list a number of suspects he wanted to run titers for, including Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever and/or other germs of the rickettsia group.

As Wikipedia sums up:

Rickettsia is a of , Gram-negative, , highly that can present as (0.1 μm in diameter), rods (1–4 μm long) or thread-like (10 μm long). , the Rickettsia survival depends on entry, growth, and replication within the of host cells (typically endothelial cells).[1] Because of this, Rickettsia cannot live in artificial nutrient environments and are grown either in or cultures (typically, chicken embryos are used). In the past they were regarded as microorganisms positioned somewhere between viruses and true . The majority of Rickettsia bacteria are susceptible to of the group.
Rickettsia species are carried as by many , , and , and cause such as , , , African Tick Bite Fever, , Australian Tick Typhus, Flinders Island Spotted Fever and Queensland Tick Typhus [2] in human beings. They have also been associated with a range of plant diseases. Like , they only grow inside living cells. The name rickettsia is often used for any member of the . They are thought to be the closest living relatives to bacteria that were the origin of the organelle that exists inside most cells.
The method of growing Rickettsia in chicken embryos was invented by and his colleagues at in the early 1930s.


How typically inane of me to have worried about misadventure with wolverines, pizzlies, and porcupines when the real threat were non sporeforming highly pleomorphic obligate intracellular parasites!


Warning number 2: do not look at my pictures if you are squeamish, prudish, or plagued a disturbing triumvirate of traits that include bed wetting, fire setting, and animal getting. These pictures will either greatly disturb you or enable you to begin acting on certain fantasies that are best left unacted upon. You have been warned twice!


My friend and swimming coach, Bill White, who in a recent comment about yesterday's vlog, Groin Disaster! ( http://forums.usms.org/blog.php?b=5894--less than 50 hits and no 5 star ratings yet--honestly, would it kill you to click on this link and revisit!) banned me from swimming practice till the Pierian Spring in my groin stops producing liquid, anyhow, Bill and I got to talking today after my new diagnosis, and I told him that I would love to be able to show my regular viewers what exactly it is that I am suffering so egregiously from, but due to its location and the family values of the USMS community at large, which doesn't take kindly to rickettsia in these parts, anyhow, I lamented that I couldn't do so without inviting complaints and the likelihood Jim Matysek would be recruited into taking such a graphic vlog down.


Bill came up with a great idea: simply cover over what EricOrca referred to as my "naughty bits" with a picture that provides a schematic sense of where the lesion is in relationship to a medically accurate if idealized anatomical drawing.


Which will make much more sense once you see it.


However, I must now issue Warning Number 3:


Do not read any further, nor examine in any way, least of all great detail (which can be done by holding down the ctrl key and tapping the + sign on PC's, not sure exactly how to zoom in on lesions on a Mac.)


Do not do this, please!


Furthermore, if you are a woman who has secretly been harboring unrequited romantic leanings towards me, you have reached something of a fork in the road here.



If you want to rid yourself forever of these tortured unrequited feelings, then looking will absolutely do the trick.


If, however, you find that fantasizing about me gives your life a sense of meaning it had never known before, and you are holding out hope for the 1 in 10,000 chance, nay, 1 in 1,000,000 chance the lesion will ultimately (as the doctor predicts) heal, then do NOT look at these pictures, for the night bell once rung can not be unrung, and Jim's Groin Disaster, Rated XM for Mature Medical, shall surely haunt you all the days of your life, and more!


Final warning.


Do not look.





The armamentarium now includes antibiotic ointment and antibiotic pills and bandaids to keep the poultice in place. The cortisone and antifungal cremes are no longer being used. The Wolverine Spirit God continues to be an important part of the incantations I speak when delirious.






Male patient, 57, wearing an item of garmentry sometimes referred to as "panties" by his women friends but which he himself calls the Hog Sheathe







Patient's suspected Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever lesion displayed beside an anatomically stylized locator graphic that keeps this photo from being erotic and instead renders it XM-rated for Mature Medical viewing only.
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 426 Comments 34 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 3 votes, 4.67 average.

Groin Disaster!

Posted October 15th, 2009 at 11:57 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Because my idiopathic (as yet) groin disaster is driving me batty with itching, tonight's vlog will be a bit simplified.

I will be adding no pictures or videos, which I think can only pale in comparison to what your imaginations can supply.

Moreover, I have lost too much sleep from the itching disturbing my sleep last night that I can't write more than a line or two of coherent prose.

Thus permit me to approach the topic of fungi invasion of the crease between my left teste and inner thigh, at the very top, the upper left vertex of the isoscelean Delta of Venus (were I a woman), or perhaps the eye bag under Pinocchio's left orb is a bit more like it (were I a man), during a rare moment of Pinocchioian truth-telling, for there is no lie I could tell in all god's firmament that would allow my nose to elongate right now, so fierce is the itching, where was I?--oh, yes, the forms with which I will approach tonight's topic succinctly:

  • a haiku

  • copied comments from my Facebook page, the other arena where I have been soliciting free medical advice, so far without any serious suppliers of same.


Part 1: Haiku

Itchy groin mis'ry
Scalding water from the tap
Short-lived abatement


Part 2: Facebook commentary

(I posted a link to yesterday's vlog-- http://forums.usms.org/blog.php?b=5875 ; Floyd and Barb both gave it a "like" rating. Then the following comments appeared over time)

Barb Weidner The ads are for jock itch and genital itch, lol.
Yesterday at 8:18pm ·

Leslie Livingston Maybe the ads will give Jim good sources for effective unguents and creams ...
Yesterday at 10:17pm ·

James Scott Thornton I think I need to get some Mycolog. Worked like a dream when I was younger.
22 hours ago ·

Richard A Skerrett There are tablets you can take that kill from within.
15 hours ago ·

James Scott Thornton Are they available in the US? The itch last night woke me up.
12 hours ago ·


Leslie Livingston I'm sure they are, Jim, but you have to go to a doc to get a scrip. The tablets work much faster on nasty funguses.
11 hours ago

Richard A Skerrett Definitely worth a visit to the doc. The tablets are most efficacious.
11 hours ago

James Scott Thornton Doctor appointment: tomorrow, 8:45 a.m. Assuming, that is, that the fungus--like a seed pod from outer space--has not by then completely subsumed my entire being and called the doctor's office back and announced, "Cancel my appointment. Anti-fungals are no longer necessary."
8 hours ago ·

Richard A Skerrett I think you have been reading too much science fiction. The fungus is a wily beast but has not evolved into a dialing organism yet - or has it? Maybe they have new strain in the Idaho wilderness.
7 hours ago

James Scott Thornton Part fungus, part wolverine, part Jimbo DNA, and part pure monstrosity!
7 hours ago

Jack Martin Fungus consists of millions of living organisms. As a form of life you should respect it's right to live and try to coexist with it! War against fungus is not the answer. Try to see the world through the fungi point of view! If the world didn't have fungus we wouldn't have penicillin!
6 hours ago ·

James Scott Thornton I would love to find a PETA member who would come and scrape off every single little fungi from my groin and save same from the horrible death I am praying modern medicine will bring them...

You do raise a good point, though, Jack. I am being selfish, aren't I?

Yikes that itches!
6 hours ago

Jack Martin "Selfish" is probably not the right analytical framework in this situation. I think we need to look at it through the cost benefit analysis which will be used in the new government health care package. Example: An 80 year old man needs a hip replacement for $100,000, he is only expected to live another 3-4 years, so a hip replacement is a waste... Read More of money. The money is better spent on psychological counseling for 100 career criminals, in order to convince them that rape, robbery and murder are, although an understandable reaction to their deprived childhoods, improper reactions to the stress of modern society.

In your case this analysis progresses as follows: Jim Thornton's groin; no value to society and little value even to him (57 years old, 2 kids, etc., his groin has done all it's ever gonna do). The value of a new form of fungus: heck for all we know, this particular strain may cure cancer! Result: the fungus lives, Jim's groin?
3 hours ago

James Scott Thornton Jack, I can see why you are such an excellent prosecutor! A steady, rational, inarguable accumulation of factoids that lead to one inescapable conclusion:

cut out Jim's hip and give it to the old man, then let the 100 career criminals feast on what's left.
15 minutes ago


Tom Patterson Just take out Bernie Madoff's hip, give it to the 80 year old and let the prisoners feast on what's left of Bernie Madoff's remains.
11 minutes ago

James Scott long as we're dissecting Bernie, can I have his groin for transplant?

2 seconds ago

Epilogue...or prologue?

Doctor's appointment tomorrow at 8:45 a.m. Just took another scalding shower, a trick I learned for ameliorating (temporarily) the itch of poison ivy.

In addition to the original small lesion, that looked like one of those between-the-toes cracks you can get from Athlete's Foot, like a tiny smirking mouth, I now seem to have developed a major allergic reaction to cheap generic drug store anti fungal foot creme applied to the groin. I followed this up with heavy duty cortisone creme prescribed for a finger fungus, and this seemed to do nothing but further hamper my body's attempt to repel the little invaders. And now, exacerbating it all, third degree burns from the shower in an attempt--as the Japanese poets might put it--achieve the bliss of "short-lived abatement."

If I had the energy, I would try to add one further form of writing to tonight's vlog: the updated folk song.

I have only one line so far:

Where have all the groin doctors gone, long time passing?

Dr. Dixon! Where the hell are you with my free sample of nystatin-oxycontin mustard plaster?

Why hast thou forsaken me, Dr. Duxson?
jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 252 Comments 14 jim thornton is offline
Old
Rating: 2 votes, 5.00 average.

Wilderness Update Plus News About My Fungus

Posted October 14th, 2009 at 06:36 PM by jim thornton (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

Upon my return from the Wilderness, I brought back the following types of data:

  • 27 minutes of footage from a borrowed Sanyo camcorder I was unable to download onto my PC but my son was able, eventually, to download onto his Mac. It's not the greatest quality footage, and the sound and the video are not well synchronized, giving the whole thing the flavor of a 50s era Japanese Mothra movie set, for inexplicable reasons, in the Rocky Mountains. Still, this footage represents my first day and a half in the wilderness, so I want to get this up before the subsequent serial installments. I think Jack can fix the audio-video dissynchrony and post the various installments on You Tube for me, since I have no idea how to do this with Mac software. However, getting him to do it in a timely fashion is proving difficult.

  • Nearly 60 minutes of Flip Ultra video, which is on my PC, and I can upload, but I am waiting for the first stuff first so as to be minimally confusing to what I suspect with be the paucity of vlog viewers who end up making the Big Commitment to watching the entire Jim de la Selva Americana mini-series.

  • Approximately 3 hours and 59 minutes of high quality digital stereo audio of me talking, talking, talking, weeping, screaming, laughing, singing, gnashing, stuttering, grunting, laboring, telling bears to scat, and for a very short time, yodeling in the alpine meadows.

  • 489 still photographs, many of them featuring me in various poses, almost always providing some sort of scruffian variation of the Blue Steel look pioneered by Derrick Zoolander

  • my precious memories of my personal resourcefulness and heroism from the lengthy ordeal, memories that can not ever be taken away or repudiated since I was the only one there and I shall not, will not, dispute any facts that I say occurred. I suppose some neurological researcher somewhere could hook me up to a fMRI to see if he can find any unusual activity patterns among the neurons of my brain's LBL, or Lying Bastard Lobes. But I will vigorously resist any such unlawful invasions of my body and mind and alleged soul with all the vehemence I can muster

  • a fungus that appears to have taken up residence on the left side of my groin. This may be the result of wearing the same pair of underwear briefs for five consecutive days and nights without taking them off, days and nights in which my nether regions were kept continuously irrigated by my own copious sweat production, dribblings of potable water rendered nonpotable by my kidneys, nocturnal clamminess inside the dank tent chamber and perhaps stoked by my readings of dread-inducing Stephen King, and regular dousings by creek water, rain water, and the odd melting snowflake.


A fungus, of course, was not my initial diagnosis. I was pretty sure at first that I had once again contracted VPDC, one of the most common conditions known to men like me, and the women who love us. Well, pretty much just men like me.

Despite how common it is, there is little if any research money available for its study, a consequence of the puritanism of the previous administration. There is also no cure for VPDC, or Venereal Punishment Disease Cancer. Among teenagers who practice excessive onanism, VPCD can lead to blindness, hair on the palms, and loss in a faith in a benevolent God (though paradoxically strengthening belief in a Horribly Vengeful One.)

Thank god, my swimming coach Bill White told me he was pretty sure I had a fungus infection and not VPDC. He recommended an anti-fungal creme applied twice a day for the rest of my life or a week, which ever came first.

It appears to be working. After three applications, the itch of this lesion has gone from merely maddening to Kierkegaardian. Evidently, the poison has caused the fungi to begin fighting for their lives, like daemons resisting extgermination by Max Von Sydow's Holy Water.

The nonhuman, nonplant miscreants (what exactly are fungi anyhow?) are now Linda Blairing me furiously every waking hour, and I must tie my wandering hands to the bedposts at night to keep from scratching myself into a eunuch in my sleep!

I plan to take my small tube of generic antifungal foot creme (what is the male groin if not a kind of third foot anyhow? one upon which we belly-crawl the earth, leaving a slime trail, impossibly desirable manly molluscs humping our way towards the little females of our kind!) to swimming practice tonight, and then afterward cauterize the area with yet another slather of exorcistic unguent!

How I imagine the mushrooms will scream then!

By the way, here is a picture of what Jock itch, also called tinea cruris or ringworm of the groin, looks like:




Here, on the other hand, is what the Wilderness looks like:



Coincidence that these two species of groin-stabbing pointy entities should look like identical twins?

I don't think so.

In fact, I have concluded that my itch is less the result of an infection per se, and more a case of the wilderness spirit claiming official possession over what has always been one of the wildest, least ruly zones of my body.

There is a River of No Return somewhere out there in central Idaho.

Now there is a much less famous, but equally wild, River of No Return somewhere inside my recently changed undies, as well.

Wild they are, both of them, and leading nowhere you want to be. But, god help you, you cannot resist going!

With luck, I will be able to begin posting footage very soon. Show of hands, please! How many want to see everything I can possibly show you?

All righty then! It's unanimous!

jim thornton's Avatar
Very Active Member
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 304 Comments 22 jim thornton is offline

All times are GMT -4. The time now is 12:17 AM.


Powered by vBulletin
Copyright ©2000 - 2009, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
Copyright © 1996-2009 U.S. Masters Swimming, Inc. All rights reserved.