I'm Fine

Yeah, that's actually my selfie on a couch, with my internet anonymity kept intact.

The title of this blog entry involves a term that I've grown accustomed to using often. People ask me how I'm feeling and how my body is managing all the time. It's become a bit of a cliche' for me to answer when anyone asks me about my physical condition. I usually answer with a sense of flippancy because I just want to move past the moment. I only talk about my physical condition in any detail with my wife and with you, my little internet friends. 

The truth is that I'm not always fine. My hip, thigh, and knee/shin areas hurt or feel discomfort according to my body's mood for the day. My hand is a mess and provides some sort of pain or hindrance every day. As for my mind, there are times when I grow really tired of having been in an accident years ago. There's nowhere to escape from it, you know?

The thing is that "I'm fine" is a little bit of a lie. I try not to lie about most things in my life. Ask me if your hideous new hair style looks good? Yeah, I'll lie. However, ask me my opinion or thoughts on any given topic regardless of your potential reaction to my answer? All you have to do is ask, and I'll give you an honest opinion. I don't like to openly share my unsolicited opinions about most things, but all you have to do is ask me. The answer will be honest.

Consequently...this whole "I'm fine" routine continues to be a little stressful for me. Lies are not really my style, and as a result I grow weary of the health check questions. There are times when I feel like answering "not so fine", but it seems so pointless to do so. The inquiries regarding my health are always asked lovingly with a genuine sense of concern by the people in my life, but I get tired of dealing with the same question. And that's the truth.