Sunday, April 19, 2009
My best friend and I had an hour long talk on the phone yesterday. We are on opposite coasts. We catch up when we can. We promised to have a discussion about our feelings on aging but as it turned out, we talked about our pain; physical pain, that is.
We've known one another since we were fourteen. No pain then. It's something we're each trying to get used to without much success. I take a lot of acetaminophen and ibuprofen. She suffers the pain so she can have her wine at night. You see, alcohol and certain pain relievers are both hard on the liver. It's a double whammy if you aren't careful.
Today I tried to do a simple 35 minute yoga routine that includes lunges & hip bends and I could not do it. I lasted three minutes. It just hurt too much.
Now, it's not this way every day. Some days I am in good shape, fairly limber and have a limited but not unreasonable range of motion. Other days, everything hurts and I just want to sit or lie down.
But then there are my other friends in constant, unrelenting pain. One has had a spinal fusion and many other operations. She has metal rods in her spine. They attach horizontally and vertically. I can't explain it better than that. The x rays tell the tale. She stands straight as an arrow and will never again bend at the waist. She is never out of pain. So what the hell do I have to complain about?