As I sit writing this, I’m contemplating taking yet another pill to ward off a wicked headache. This has sadly become a pretty common occurrence, but without knowing the reasoning behind it (however hard I have tried – doctors, tests, etc.), I pop a pill and hope it will take the pain away with it. Everything is connected. What could it be? Sinuses? Eyes? Something else? A combination of things? What it is…is annoying and disruptive.
I swear since I turned 30, it has all been downhill. A little injury turns into months of recovery. One doctor visits leads to many more. I have aches and pains that don’t seem to go away. I crack and pop with every movement.
In my mind, I’m all alone in this, but in reality, we are all screwed. I was just having coffee with old friends I met when I was in high school and while you might not be able to see how we have changed as much on the outside, we all had our ailments to complain about on the inside. There is some comfort in knowing I’m not alone, but not enough to make me okay with getting older and dealing with life’s challenges as soon as we maybe start to feel like we are figuring it all out. But I suppose the upside is that my memory is going too, so maybe I won’t remember how horrible it is to get older.
I am hopeful that there will be an upswing, but realistic that it may be a downward fall from here. All we can do is make the best of the situation and enjoy the ride, I suppose.