Pain is Inevitable. Suffering is Optional.
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Yes, please ask me how badass I felt sitting there explaining my two injuries as "over-exuberant gardening" and "old bookstore injury". I thought about making something up, but I didn't manage to put the finishing touches on my Merchant Marines story before my first appointment.
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So I was there on Tuesday. It was crowded. I was sitting with ice strapped around my left bicep and heat laid over my right shoulder, reading my physio book of the moment, which means whatever small, light book I can hold in one hand and I leave it in my purse to read at physio over successive appointments, so on top of everything else, the tech keeps saying "wow, you're a really slow reader".
I was startled from my reading by a gruff, old man's voice booming "This must be a miserable place to work!" Someone asked him why he would say that, and he bellowed "No one's smiling!"
My first thought (after 'what's my dad doing at physio?) was "Dude, why would anyone be smiling? This is the opposite of fun."
Everyone had been startled from their reveries, and I looked around. Across the aisle from me was an extremely fit-looking woman with a perfectly cut bob, lying on her stomach with suction cups on her back. Beside me was a teen-ager in booty shorts (said without disapproval - if I looked like that in booty shorts I would be sitting here typing this wearing booty shorts) with acupuncture needles in her lower back, texting on her phone. From behind a curtain, I could see a strong-looking physio guy with a shaved head massaging someone's foot with absolute concentration. And I thought, maybe I shouldn't complain about taking two hours out of my week to be touched by kind and capable hands. Maybe I should try to see the ultrasound tech's passion and conviction instead of her youthful wrongheadedness (although let's be clear, if she tries to shake my Diet Pepsi I'm taking the bitch down). Suddenly the whole thing seemed like a sweet, tender tableau of human frailty and connection. I've always loved the quote that says that when all is said and done, we're all just walking each other home, and it's not the worst thing if some of us are limping and other are offering a supportive arm. Here we all were, still breathing, trying to feel better, headed in the right direction.
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And at that moment, everyone was smiling.
I love that your injuries are bookstore and garden related. Last year when I hurt my back everyone was like "Was it yoga?" and I was all, "No, I was shovelling snow and hit a crack in the sidewalk".
The technician sounds just awesome. JUST AWESOME. Actually, she reminds me of that horrible woman I used to have to see at karate. JUST STOP TALKING PLEASE.
Do you think someone really would shake someone else's can of Coke? Dude, can't you just post an infographic on facebook?
hope the physio will bring you out of your pain and into your ... what is the opposite of pain? unpain?
Never heard of the genie book - will put it on my list.
PS I would totally believe you if you said you were injured in a bar fight . You are super badass like that! That garden didn't stand a chance.
I read Facebook posts of friends doing high end triathlons and ironman, and I think, "WTF?" I'd like to just be able to pick stuff up off the floor without throwing my back out.
I think a huge part of life is seeing where we're really at and being compassionate to ourselves. This beautiful and funny post really brought that home for me. xo
I actually crave the pain from treatment because I know at some point it will help. As for the tech, Holy Life Police. I might wing a can of coke at her head.. end up throwing my shoulder back out ; ) Feel better!!