A Step Back
I believe my body has decided enough is enough. On the day I finish a course of meds for hip and shoulder injuries, I pull a calf muscle getting away from a wasp nest I accidentally disturb. The hip had me limping for the pain it fed into my lower back. Now I’m off to limp for the lower leg. I’d say it doesn’t seem fair, but I’m fairly certain fairness has little to do with it. It’s just my mind making promises my body can’t keep.
The sad thing is that I’ve been taking steps to address the issue. I’m learning to move slower with more deliberation, and I’m farming out jobs to people younger than me where the farming is appropriate. Plus, I’m working on exercises and looking for a physical therapist. It’s just that life keeps jumping up and giving me bites because I apparently still don’t have the hang of how an old guy is supposed to move.
In a sense, I’ve been down this road before. Shortly after my wife passed away it felt as though I was ill every day with a thousand coughs and hacks. That eventually abated, but now I’ve come to this, less germy but more physical. Unfortunately, since we only travel this sort of road once, I have no experience with the matter. So, this might be how it goes, and if it is I’ll do my best to learn to live with it and not gripe too much.