Katherine Hayton | A plea to my body to do something fun
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09 May / A plea to my body to do something fun

Today my left elbow started to send shooting pains up toward my wrist, followed shortly afterward by numbness and tingling. I shook it back to life, got back to work, then half an hour later it did the same thing again.
 
This got me to thinking, partly because I’ve got a word count to reach today, so obviously I follow up any possible excuse for procrastination, but also because it seems there was a tipping point back in my early thirties when my body turned on me.
 
I’m not saying that up until that point, everything was plain sailing. There were headaches, hangovers, shortsightedness, along with a myriad of colds.
 
But they were insults to my general health that were short-lived. Wait a few days or a week and I’d be back to normal (well, apart from my eyesight). Nowadays, every time I get even the smallest twinge it’s an indicator to chronic pain.
 
There’s nothing overtly bad or wrong, and I’m well aware there are screeds of people with horrible things going on who would be envious of my situation, but all these little aches and pains do wear away at my ease of living. And, when all’s said and done, that’s my prime objective in life. Ease. Comfort. Maybe a brilliantly angry outburst followed by a peaceful spell of happiness. A nice ray of sunshine that I can bask in for a minute before I close the curtain because it’s shining right on my computer screen.
 
My body, which used to do all sorts of marvelous things, has become an impediment rather than an asset. I don’t intend to relinquish it any time soon, trust me on that, but wouldn’t it be nice to wake up one morning and actually have something feel better?
 
I seem to recall a time in Intermediate School where my body spent an entire year growing breasts.
 
THAT WAS AWESOME.
 
So, I don’t think it’s too much to ask. Body, would you please do something fun again, like that?

By kathay@orcon.net.nz in Katherine Hayton's Blog
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  • Adan Ramie

    I used to brush people off when they said, “After 30, it’s all downhill.” Boy, were they right. These days I sometimes pull a muscle in my back trying to brush my teeth, but if I’m lucky, it’ll only put me out of commission 24 to 36 hours. There’s a reason sayings like “youth is wasted on the young” are cliche; it’s because they’re true. I hope your arm starts feeling better soon! Maybe a brace will help?

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    • kathay@orcon.net.nz

      I adjusted my workstation (or, leaned the other way on the sofa) for a day or two and it cleared up nicely. I really shouldn’t complain too much because if I manage to survive another thirty or forty years, I’ll be looking back at my body now and wishing that it hadn’t been wasted on middle-aged me!

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      • Adan Ramie

        Good to know you’re feeling better! I have to do that from time to time. If my back starts bothering me after working on the sofa too much, I go to the kitchen table for a few weeks. You know, I think you’re probably right. I’ll bet there are people double our age who wish they could go back and enjoy what we’re taking for granted. Thanks for reminding me of that today!

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