Until a few years ago, I really only had one major health issue: the aftermath of my 1983 car accident. I became accustomed to daily pain meds, joint issues, and limits to what I can do physically. And as brutal as it sounded at the time, I got some sage wisdom from my mother, who, upon hearing me complain about my aches and pains, told me: "You aren't dealing with anything that isn't faced by everyone; you're just dealing with it earlier than most." Ouch, but true. And when someone else pointed out, in the face of my continued kvetching, that his cousin, who lost a leg in high school to cancer, could walk across a room on crutches carrying a full glass of beer, implying that maybe I could do more than I thought I could, I decided to renounce the whole "if I'm miserable, I want everyone around me to be miserable" line of thinking, suck it up, and focus on what I could do.
That worked for many years, but I gotta say, after reconciling myself to my physical limitations resulting from that accident, I was naive enough to think that would be my health "albatross". You know, my cross to bear, health-wise. But hey! Turns out (duh!) other systems are crapping out, too. It seems like every freakin' day something else hurts! It's getting to where just sitting on my butt and knitting means extra vicodin, fer cryin' out loud! What's up with that?!? If I feel this bad at not-quite 44, what is 64 gonna feel like? So, I'm with Bette Davis, who said: "Old age ain't no place for sissies!"

I'm using 2 different kinds of COLORBOMB Creations handspun in this one: Lockalicious™ and TnT Plus!™, both in the 'Love Lies Bleeding' colorway. The former is uncarded kid mohair locks (ooh, shiny! ooh, silky!), and the latter is alpaca and the same locks spun together. Only 5 yards of the lock yarn, but enough for a hat band on #9s. Should finish it up by Thursday, in time for romance at Abruzzi's.

Started on Friday at Midnight Madness, and knit on #10US Addis using Lamb's Pride Worsted in Onyx and Limeade, I finished the half of one side last night. Already realizing that it will take more yarn than anticipated (that's what happens sometimes when you sub a yarn.) Spent a good part of the weekend working on it, but I have plenty of time as the contest deadline isn't 'til March 31. I'm thinking of changing the embroidery called for on the front; the pattern uses a floral spray to embellish the bag, but I'm thinking something more tattoo-flash-y. We'll see...
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I hear you on the getting old and feeling it thing! I have noticed if I don't do my yoga or walk I am SO much worse...
ReplyDeleteAnd like now, I have to start all over again because I went through another burst of not being able to do it...and so I am pushing through again!
And some times for me, the Winter is worse...I am looking forward to Spring!
-Gypsy
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I hear ya on the aches and pains thing. My car accident was in 1999 (an 18 wheeler turned my Chevy Prizm into a Geo Metro). I can't see what aches and pains are from the accident and which ones are from aging... they all morph together!
ReplyDeletehi gypsy! it's nice to 'see' a new 'face' around here. thanks for the tip on yoga. i must cop to the fact that i'm very bad at getting exercise. yoga doesn't work for me, but tai chi does, and i should really be doing that. and walking. last year i started walking a lot, but i haven't been keeping up with it. i read your blog, and saw that you've got knitting pain too; i've been having trouble w/ my wrist when i knit, which is new. need to start figuring out how to counter that. anyway, thanks for the pep talk, and feel better!
ReplyDeletehey maven, aren't those car accidents a bitch? i try to remind myself that every day is gravy since i came out the other side at all. sounds like the same goes for you. cheers!
64 is pretty good, my dear little one! Joints that I never knew I owned, muscles that are sometimes not happy. So? I go to the gym and work out, and I still ache. Who cares? Not me.
ReplyDeleteI get to giggle at your hats, wear pompoms to be your cheerleader. Yay,64.
Now 93, which is the Mommie's age, that's another story.
Yay, Velma!