Thank You for Where it Hurts
When I woke up this morning my body decided, all by itself, that I would not hop out of bed and start the day as usual.
My routine would have to wait until my brain and body became reacquainted with each other.
My muscles were defying me, throbbing to the beat of I-Be-Profen and clearly not going to adhere to my agenda of physical activity.
I have had four days of vigorous physical exercise, carrying, pushing, pulling, and loading heavy objects while moving my art studio and reorganizing.
My first thought when I woke up: “ I have a lot to get done today.”
Second thought: “ooouch!”
Third thought: “There are actually people who live with worse pain than this every day.”
As I lay there waiting for my brain to coerce my aching body, I thought of a couple friends with Fibromyalgia and another with Lupus.
These women hurt continuously and function without complaint.
They are heroic in their daily endeavors.
I, on the other hand, have been very fortunate to experience excellent health all my life.
My temporary aches and pains will pass as soon as I stretch them back out. They just remind me I am still alive.
I have immense respect and sympathy for folks who live with constant pain. Some of them can’t even describe where it hurts—it’s that overwhelming.
I don’t think I could handle it as well as them.
I am thankful that I know where it hurts, that It will pass, and I will live until tomorrow when it won’t hurt any more.