I Gotta Keep Dancing--Restfully

My body continually reminds me of my ongoing neglect, pushing it too hard after much abuse when it was young.  I sit in the recliner now, my knee packed in ice, my fingers, elbows, and shoulders needing that, 800mg of Ibuprofen with breakfast and a leg stocking the size of a toothpick that I have to somehow get my big old leg in.  Sometimes I think my body considers itself a bit more highly than it ought, forgetting who really has to live with it, I mean, it can’t feel all this hurt, it just passes it along to my brain which always, sadistically I might add, dumps it all on me.  Half the problem with all this hurt is how much work it takes to try and relieve it.  Activity used to do the trick, I awoke in pain but afterward a walk down the hall, making the coffee, sitting and standing a couple of times it was all worked out. Now, all that morning activity just seems to wake up more of me that hurts creating long “stop the pain to-do lists.” It’s also raining this morning, been raining for two years, and that adds its own layer of sandpaper to all my joints.  I once read a book called, “I Gotta Keep Dancing” about an ice climber’s ordeal of trying to deal with injuries suffered from a fall from a glazier.  I have been thinking about writing a book, I Gotta Keep Resting, wallflower seems a better response to pain than rug cutter.   

Back when I had a back.