Dear body,
Alright body, we need to talk. You have been very good to me up until a year or so ago. You are not old enough to be falling apart like this. I try to take good care of you. I feed you, I get exercise, I drink lots of water. Don’t I give you enough sleep? There are only so many hours in the day you know. We really need to start working together here. Our ankles are weak, our foot is broke, our left hand is numb, our right shoulder and arm ache, our skin on the thumb is split again, and our back always hurts to some degree. Maybe we need to go together and have a discussion with brain. He’s the one that seems to keep getting us into trouble with his bad ideas, like jumping off ladders, cleaning a flimsy window in the wind, not walking on the bottom of our feet, not recognizing a broken board, and carrying a cooler full of beer down the basement steps. What do I have to do to get you two to work together? I really am trying to eat better. I also am trying to quit smoking. We need to tell brain to help the pills work so I can. I would like to start walking more, but brain and eyes still can’t recognize holes in the ground and keeps allowing us to step in them. I hope you don’t make me slow down and not work so much. Is that what it is? Are you pissed at me for continuing to work despite you telling me to slow down? Is that what all the little twangs of pain are? Well body, I can’t feed you properly if I don’t have money for food so you are going to have to suck it up. Next month, we’ll start physical therapy on our ankles. Then, maybe we can start walking more and get them strengthened up. I will try to be more careful from now on. Brain and eyes will have to learn to be more observant too. I think together, we can make you better and stronger than ever.
Ray
