Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I'm celebrating a BIG birthday in December. At least it feels big. Not a new-decade big birthday. An end-of-a-decade birthday big. I am turning 49.
The body doesn't seem to be taking it well. Yesterday I had a "procedure" to help reverse a condition referred to as "frozen shoulder". I was sedated for a short time, so the orthopedist could rotate my arm above my shoulder to break up the "gunk". Now I have daily physical therapy for a few weeks.
This morning I leaned over to pick something up and immediately felt a twinge in my back. The ice pack is rotating between my shoulder and back right now.
I think my body is sending me a message..."take care of me...I'm not gettin any younger".
All right, all right...I get it, but I don't like it...not one bit. I have been trying to make some changes. I started a gluten-free diet about 6 weeks ago and gave up diet coke 17 days ago (yes, I'm counting the days!). I'm trying to heal my gut. It's a challenge, but it's going o.k.
I like those new-decade birthdays much more than these end-of-a-decade birthdays. Turning 49 is just a reminder that I'm coming to the end of something. I may not turn cartwheels about 50, but at least it's the beginning of something new.
But I guess this birthday is a not-so-gentle reminder that the body has a few miles on it and if I want to make another 50, I better take care of it.
And with an occasional visit from my friend, Ms. Clairol, I will.