My Motorcycle Injuries

Here’s a weird thing concerning today’s topic…consistent pain is easier to manage than pain that comes and goes with time and activity. My mind can adapt to consistent pain and learn to ignore it. It’s something that you sort of train yourself to live with. On the other hand, occasional or circumstantial pain leaves no reasonable time for mental adjustment or adaptation. The problem is that my brain relaxes, enjoys life, and then has to cope with the onslaught of pain all over again. Yesterday was an unusually difficult day for me. To be truthful, I experience some level of pain somewhere on my body every day. The motorcycle accident caused enough injuries to leave my body with several options for pain location and severity daily. It’s usually something that can easily be considered as “mild pain”, but yesterday the discomfort involved a greater degree of pain with my pelvis and my lower leg. It all became a hindrance to being able to walk normally as the day progressed. I was also fee...

I had two days off this past week from watching my baby niece because she got the flu. Thankfully, the medication given to her worked well and she is on her way to a good recovery. She was with me yesterday and seems to be back to her normal, happy self. The past few days granted to me the time for a bit of mental insight as to where things stand for me physically. I started taking care of my niece about a year ago, and before then I tried to live a fairly cautious existence. I consitently stayed home a lot and tried to make certain that I didn’t push my body too far. But…taking care of my niece has completely changed the way that I spend my time throughout any given day. She requires an enormous amount of time, effort, and energy. I spend my days doing things that I never really thought that I would be doing, including crawling around the house on my bad knee. Consequently, I think that my view of my own potential has been expanded over the past year. I’m starting to think that when I...

So yeah, today marks the beginning of a new month. Consequently, it also marks the end of a long January that was filled with medical stuff; things that involved blood samples, big machines, exams, and doctors who barely know me but control a lot of things in my life that include pills and money. Sounds like a cheesy made-for-tv movie, yes? The end result for all of my January adventures involves good health, happy doctors, and nothing changed within my mortal existence. I get tired by midday often, and my leg is feeling brittle at the knee, but overall I’m in pretty good shape…you know, despite the whole aches and pains thing. Strange, but lately I think about riding from time to time when I see someone on a motorcycle. I know (intellectually) that I really have no desire or need to ride at this stage in life, but my mind takes me back to the point that something was taken away from me through the carelessness of another driver six years ago. I feel so stupid when I think this way, bu...