Monday, January 22, 2007

Challenges

Taking a look of how my life has been back then to now, I now realize I was a huge hypochondriac when I was younger. (Okay, just a tad now too.) In my twenties I was able to work out every day of the week, drink without really feeling the effects of the hangover the next day and never really understood pain until recently. The only pain I have felt since I was 12 years old was menstrual – which I happen to get severely.

After 30 years old, I started feeling the pangs of getting older. First it started out with my first real experience with back problems. I remember I was in the shower putting hot water on my back, trying to relieve the ‘dull ache’ I had been getting for the past couple of days. When I got out of the shower to put my hair into a towel, BAM!!! That’s when my back gave out on me and I went tumbling over the tub onto the floor. Lying there naked, I screamed out to my girlfriend, “Help! Help! Help!” And thank God she was home that day. She had to remove this very large wet chicken from point A. to point B. I couldn’t move. If I did move it would spasm. If I didn’t move, it still hurt just trying to sit in the perfect spot. This lasted for three months. This also meant I couldn’t work out for three months. My muscle tone got weak and I put on some weight.

Moving on. This year has been especially difficult. From intense menstrual cramps, colds lasting up to one month, asthma and bronchiole problems to dizzy spells, heart palpitations and feeling the effects of the rain. Yes, I think I am developing arthritis! I find myself getting out of bed like a ninety year old. I now have an ice pack in the freezer and tons of creams you would only see in a geriatric home. This isn’t good. I can’t imagine even the thought of pregnancy, but they say that pregnancy does something to a woman in a positive way. For one, it takes away a lot of menstrual cramps. I have no clue why, but this is what I hear. My sisters who have had babies are in better shape now then they ever were! (If Ritalin was involved, I’m sure it would have been a different case.)

Now I could bitch and moan about this, however things could be a hundred times worse. I could be bedridden with some disease or paralyzed. I think of all these amazing physically challenged people who have proven time and time again that their problems don’t stop them from doing the things they love. I watched a family on a documentary who had a daughter without legs. She moved around with only her arms. She climbed on top of counters to get things by herself. She hardly asked for help. Then here I am saying, “Hon, can you grab me a mug from the cabinet?” Right there proves that I take many things for granted.

What about people who walk around with prosthetic legs? They’re excited over the mere fact that they have the ability to be mobile whenever they feel like it. They don’t have to use their wheelchairs all that much. They walk more than the average person sometimes! Then you have me, bitching and moaning about how some guy stole my parking spot that was closest to the handicapped one. Like I can’t walk! If anything, it’ll do me some good!

We have this CVS Pharmacy down the road. The thing that baffles me is they put the handicap parking lots further away from the doors. In front of the doors are regular parking spaces. The first time I pulled up to the pharmacy I thought, “Wow, I got a spot right in front of the store!” Then I looked at the handicapped section and felt like a total shit. Now when I pull up to the store, I park further away out of guilt. Now here’s another baffling thing I’ve noticed. There’s a local pub down the road that has tons of handicapped parking spaces. Aren’t we all physically challenged when walking out of one of these establishments? You have to wonder sometimes!

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I really try to remember those who deal with much more than I when I have a pity party for myself. It really does help.

One would think a drugstore would be much more considerate of those needing handicap spaces than other venues. Really sad.

kathi said...

LOL, when leaving a pub/bar, most of us need that long walk to the car just to try and sober up some before getting behind the wheel. If I'd had more sense when I was younger, I should have not only parked further from the door, but maybe a couple counties away from the door.

Seven said...

We have a friend whose daughter was born without arms. Her name is Lacy. Lacy can do anything with her feet. I mean anything! I look at her and while I used to feel so sorry for her, I now feel only admiration and joy in her will.

QUASAR9 said...

Well sweet honey lips, sounds like I've still got the best cure for you.
And I give an awesome back-rub too
Your place or mine - what da ya say

Deb, Here's wishing ya a great day!

Anonymous said...

My best buddie's son-in-law is a friend of mine. 17 years old, infant double amputee. His legs...one above the knee, the other, at the knee.
I was standing on a "horse" painting his bedroom one day. He was sitting there hanging out with me. He said "Hey Lance...how do you balance?"
I showed him how my ankles and legs worked while standing up there.
He said " ohhhh".
Another time, we were at a wave pool with big water slides. He didn't have his legs on but could scramble up those stairs like crazy. I heard a gaggle of girls coming up to us from below...just as they rounded the corner and saw us with Jesse, and him without legs, they stopped yelling and running. I started kicking Jesse and telling him to hurry up because he was holding people up. They were mortified!
They didn't see Jesse laughing...I love that kid!
I have no room to moan about my aches and pains...only my attitude.
I have pictures of Jesse on my photblog....

Anonymous said...

That's funny -- I was just on a rant about how blind I am. My new glasses arrived this weekend. They looked completely fashion model chic and made me look like a deliciously slutty librarian (for the record, that's what I was going for) in the store with the fake plastic lenses in them -- BUT now with my prescription Coke bottle lenses in them, they only make me resemble Mr. Magoo. Go figure.

It freaking sucks getting old. Remember, though, part of getting old is earning the right to complain about it. There is beauty in that.

Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Over the past five years I have watched my two sons enter their thirties. #1 son has developed all sorts of aches and pains; #2 son has become a health nut—a formidable health Nazi who acts like a Gestapo agent when we eat together. I love both of my sons; however, at the age of (almost) 61, I assure you that life is much more pleasant around son #1 than son #2.

Joseph Campbell once said that pain and infirmity is part of the aging process to teach us humility and compassion. I tend to agree with him, even as I now must walk with a cane, which I prefer to call a “stick” in the manner that Teddy Roosevelt used the term.

bigdaddy said...

It is amazing how we take life for granted but the good thing is that you are able to see this. You have the ability to reflect on your life and see the changes you need to make to become mentally stonger. This is something that just about everyone is guilty of, i know I used to bitch and moan about my life untill I realized that my life wasn't that bad. Everyday above ground is a good day

LisaBinDaCity said...

WTF? Is CVS thinking the handicapped people need exercise or something? That's just all kinds of wrong.

Catch said...

Getting old is definetely not for sissies. I was a closet hypocondriac for years. I didnt take a bunch of meds but was always worrying about getting this or that. Now that I am 58 and I am just now starting to feel the effects of aging...Im a little stiff in the mornings. I walk out of my bedroom like a 90 year old but by the time I get to the livingroom Im pretty limbered up. But I know many people my age who have knee problems, back problems and such. We need to be greatful for what we have..it could always be worse.

QUASAR9 said...

Hi Deb, I think we've all felt like that about a friend when we were 10 or 12.
Even as we grow up, there are friends who we feel 'closer' too regardless of sex or sexuality.

For some people (men or women) their best friend might be the father - the one they want to be noticed and admired by at the 'game' or sport activity -definitely not in any sexual way.

And then there are people we are attracted to sexually - whether they be heterosexual women, or women with a preference for women - is only one of the factors which affects relationships.

I mean, I'm guessing just because someone is 'gay' doesn't mean they are automatically attracted toanother person, just because the other person is also gay.

And again, I can only guess - not all women who are attracted to women - are not attracted to men.
After all I hear bisexual feelings and experiences are common among men and women, and I don't just mean those who are seeking to add experiences to their list of things to do - before they are too old or die

Kids Beds said...

A few years ago i was hit by a car and injured my back this caused me so much pain it was ruining my life and then i tried one of those mattresses that mould to your body shape and adjust to your weight and i slept great for the first time in months and woke with no pain at all! You should try it!