Things to Do with the Body He Gave You

    Special moments occur daily in my life.  Just today for example:

• I went to the Burke Rehab Hospital; I go twice a week, and "worked-out".  What that means is that I broke a sweat, burned some cal's, yacked with some of the folks, learned some new Tai Chi excercises that I'm able to do, and continued to make new friends.  My feet and ankles burned like the devil's own anvil.
• Did some small errands, like going to the bank and the store.  I caught my reflection in a mirror at the supermarket.  I was smiling.  My toes went from numb to super-sensetive.
• I paid some bills.  laughed at myself when I put a stamp on an envelope upsidedown.  Wrote a coumple of thank you notes and sent an apology that was long overdue.  The arches of my feet hurt; it felt like someone was jabbing me with knitting needles.  My lower back was aching.  I'd been sitting too much.  I put on a Lidocaine patch.
• I went to the shrink.
• I checked my calendar, the one one my Treo.  The whole thing was blank.  Kids, again.  At one, I was tired and lay down.  I nap every day.
• I woke-up and sent some emails.  The stimulator in my back is a God-send; I cranked it and fell back asleep.
• Didn't watch any TV today, but I did have a tuna sandwich and smoked a few butts.  My ankles and toes were kicking (ha,ha) up a fuss.
• I read. I'm a voracious reader of eclectic taste.  I'm reading history.
• I'm posting.  I stopped for a while because I'd gotten bored, now I've got all of these bottled-up thoughts.

     I wrote this in this style just to see what it would look like.  When I think about it, I could fill-in many more interesting things that fill my days.  This happens to be a boring day.

  Despite the incessant pain in my feet, legs, back and the overwhelming exhaustion I feel every day.  Now, unlike before when I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to do anything, I do things every day.

   My body's pretty messed-up, but He gave me one and I smashed it up.  I expect that he still want's me to do something with it.  For crying out loud, it's the model made in his image; I better get busy.

   After all, He knows my name.  God bless, Colin

Comments

Glad to see you are posting again. Now that I've found the site I keep checking for new entries. Yeah, God does want us to keep doing things and you need to keep writing for those of us who can't. He has and continues to bless us richly even though it may be hard to appreciate in the individual, painful moment. Also thanks for mentioning the Chronicbabe site. It's also led me to a wider world as I'm very isolated here. I must e-mail you again or see if you've replied, my husband has even asked several times. Did anything ever come together about a group for people with chronic pain to discuss love/sex/intimacy issues?
I think that's why my husband is asking through me. Thanks for being brave enough to write. If your email is not [email protected] please advise. Thank you. Glad YOU are editing and moderating these comments. I have great hand pain also and have difficulty typing (as if it doesn't show in the errors!) Kathy S.