I'm the chick in the pain reliever commercial...
You know the one -- where she grabs her throbbing, glowing red forehead. Or, better yet, grabs her back as she bends over to do her light gardening. That's me. Every day.
I'm just going to have to face the music. I'm getting older. And getting older means living with pain.
For the past few days, I've felt like my entire body is just falling apart. Not only is that pesky cyst giving me grief, but it seems that my left eye is suffering another attack of episcleritis, AND there's some strange lump on my left heel that hurts whenever I put any weight on it.
So, my entire left side -- quite literally from head to toe -- is one big ache. Adding insult to injury, I had my routine dental cleaning the other day. Let's just say that my chatty, Irish hygienist is none too gentle with the floss. My head throbbed the rest of the day.
So this is it? This is life after 30? Will I start grunting and moaning with every move like Jane does? I shudder to think.
Years ago, in my youth (ha), I was content to seek out alternative therapies. What did the medical establishment know? I bought expensive herbal remedies and was convinced that they worked. And if they didn't work, well, at least I wasn't giving into "the man." I didn't like taking anything for pain or congestion -- I thought that I should let the illness run its course naturally. And this approach worked because I didn't have too many problems and had very few real responsibilities. I imagined that when the time came for childbirth, I would choose the natural, at-home approach because hospitals and doctors are inherently evil. What can I say? My body was young and stupid.
Now I say: bring on the pharmaceuticals! Give me the epidural! Because as that corny jingle says, I haven't got time for the pain. I have a life, a job, a family.
I'm just going to have to face the music. I'm getting older. And getting older means living with pain.
For the past few days, I've felt like my entire body is just falling apart. Not only is that pesky cyst giving me grief, but it seems that my left eye is suffering another attack of episcleritis, AND there's some strange lump on my left heel that hurts whenever I put any weight on it.
So, my entire left side -- quite literally from head to toe -- is one big ache. Adding insult to injury, I had my routine dental cleaning the other day. Let's just say that my chatty, Irish hygienist is none too gentle with the floss. My head throbbed the rest of the day.
So this is it? This is life after 30? Will I start grunting and moaning with every move like Jane does? I shudder to think.
Years ago, in my youth (ha), I was content to seek out alternative therapies. What did the medical establishment know? I bought expensive herbal remedies and was convinced that they worked. And if they didn't work, well, at least I wasn't giving into "the man." I didn't like taking anything for pain or congestion -- I thought that I should let the illness run its course naturally. And this approach worked because I didn't have too many problems and had very few real responsibilities. I imagined that when the time came for childbirth, I would choose the natural, at-home approach because hospitals and doctors are inherently evil. What can I say? My body was young and stupid.
Now I say: bring on the pharmaceuticals! Give me the epidural! Because as that corny jingle says, I haven't got time for the pain. I have a life, a job, a family.
posted by jennybunny at 11:38 AM
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