Contradictions


                   
                                                                                                                 
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One of the stranger things about the aftereffects of my motorcycle accident injuries is the way in which my body constantly seems to contradict itself. I notice it all of the time, but it was highlighted this morning. I don’t sleep well since the accident, so I wake up several times through the night and get out of bed between two and six in the morning. I got out of bed this morning at five and sat down while watching the local news to make certain that there’s still something left of this world. I get tired of bad news so I soon switched over to The Andy Griffith Show. Yeah, good times.

After a short while I went into the garage and started my morning exercises. They last a little more than an hour, and they include stretching, walking, weights, and a punching bag. It felt good to work out, and I came back into the house when I was done. I cooled off a little, ate breakfast, and decided to lie out in my backyard to get some sun. I was out there for a couple of hours, and when I decided to go back inside I proceeded to stand up. The problem? I could barely get up from my prostrate position. I’m a guy who was exercising like a 20-year-old two hours before, but then had to overcome the pain and stiffness in his leg and hip in order to simply stand up and go inside the house. How can my body go all Chuck Norris one minute, and then become more like one of the two rickety old guys from the Muppets within a couple of hours?

I have to fight this contrast constantly, and it gets a bit frustrating. The pain and stiffness isn’t everywhere, just in some of the places that were injured in the accident. I know that I should just be thankful for the good times, but I do wish that my repaired parts would settle into a life of domestic bliss. It’s getting worse little by little over time, but I hope that at some point my body stops with this pattern of decline. This strong/weak thing can be a bit of a frustrating issue at times. Did I say at times? Yeah, make that all day.


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