New respect for pain

“Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something”

~Farm boy

Now that my back is feeling much better, my respect for those people I know that are always in pain has grown by…um..well, it’s at least doubled, but it’s a little hard to put an exact measurement on it. It’s more of a general feeling of adoration and empathy than a precise percentage. Anyway, after being nearly crippled for the past two month, I’m in love with living pain free. Madly, deeply in love.

I don’t know how others cope. Especially, those getting on in years. Pain makes every little aspect of life more…painful. If you try to turn your head quickly. Pain. If you try and pick up your kids. Pain. If you try to clad yourself in spandex from head to toe, lather yourself in Crisco and hide in the bushes ready to spring on ill-intentioned intruders. Pain. So many aspects of daily life are so dramatically altered.

Nobody is happier to have me back in the game than Annie. After mowing our lawn, putting in our garden and pulling all the weeds by herself, she is ready for me to feel better. Of course, it didn’t help the situation by having me lay in a lawn chair sipping a cherry lime concoction while pointing out how “I usually push the mower in an angled pattern for best results.” No, looking back, that wasn’t the best way for me to “just try and help out where I can.”

Well Annie, I’m back and ready to contribute more than non-essential, albeit insightful and family moral building, blog posts.