Just a quick update… my aching back is getting better, but there was a moment or two there on Sunday when I thought #$%@! I’ve done it again.
What is it about our aging bodies that creaks and grinds when we bend over from the waist to trim a bit of flox? Or empty the flower pots and dump the dirt into the garden in anticiapation of next year’s abundance? We had a killer frost last night and all the plants are finally turning to dust and returning to whence they came… dirt and more dirt. Seeds into ground, waiting for warm spring mornings.
You can tell, it’s that time of year when I begin to ponder mortality and think long deep thoughts about life and in particular my eventual demise. My creaking back is a good reminder that my body is not invincible though I treat it as if it were.
The other day I was having lunch with a business colleague. She’s about my age. I was delivering to here a sample pair of golf gloves—sent to me by a manufacturer who wants me to post a product review on my golfgurls.com website. The gloves are special. They are for women golfers who have arthritis— specially designed to help with the aches and pains.
Naturally our conversation turned to her ailments, my ailments, the latest headache or joint ache that just won’t go away. “What’s with us?” I finally declared. “We are turning into moaning old farts!”
We both laughed and quickly changed the subject. But my back still aches. And it shouldn’t. I’ve been very careful with bending and twisting and I am loading up on good drugs to make me smile.
Maybe it’s time for a new mattress.? My body needs a break!
Do you have any moans and groans, creaks and squeaks? What’s your remedy?