In the 1960's I knew what "joint" meant to me. Yes - mary jane, weed, pot, etc. But now in my 60's age bracket, "joint" takes on a new meaning. For me, it means my joints are starting to act up, and I'm not happy about that.
As the Nurse Wellness that I am, my belief is I am unstoppable and will live forever. But the mechanics of my body have a different story to tell. Over-use syndrome of doing too much - in too much of a hurry - and not honoring the fact that my body might need to slow down a bit to move safely and not get hurt - has just taken it's toll on my knee.
Yes, I'm on crutches with a swollen left knee from just squatting in the garden to plant 4 little tomato plants. Go figure! But guess what - here's what I have learned from this experience. YES - ONCE AGAIN - another learning experience!!
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I had to ask for help, even when it pains me to do so
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I had to do less and the world didn't end because I'm not scurrying about
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I had more time than I thought and could catch up on reading and making calls to reconnect with others - you know, all that old fashioned stuff we don't always seem to have time to do.
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I became more efficient with my movements because I had to rest my knee more often instead of being in perpetual motion
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I received visitors who brought me great food and great conversation
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I discovered how valuable friends are who will rally around me when I am down and out
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And finally, I learned that my joints need more respect as I age so I don't injure myself needlessly.
So as I heal with ice, elevation, powerful anti-oxidants, essential oils, relaxation, ibuprofen and crutch-walking, I wish you well on your journey thru your own aging process and hope you give your "joints" a chance to serve you to the best of their ability. Respect them and they will carry you through.
Be well on your journey!
Carol
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