Sometimes Even We Know Our Issues Are Ridiculous…

…but that doesn’t make them any less important to us. And, by “us” I mean “me.”

I spent the last couple of weeks planning my April schedule. I wanted to write a lot of fiction, blog like a maniac, and run many miles—not as many or as fast as I used to, but many nonetheless.

After finishing the draft of a six-week schedule, I emailed it to my doctor (I shall, lovingly, refer to him as The Party-Pooper henceforth).

He called me back…

…that’s never a good sign.

The Party-Pooper usually emails me and tells me I’m the best patient in the world.

“How has your hip being acting?” he said.

“Great,” I told him. “I had some serious pain after I came back from Mexico, but plane rides always do that.”

Those of you who have been following my blog for a couple of years might remember that I used to complain a lot about my hip and my shoulder. But since I made some big changes that included not sitting on regular chairs, not lifting more than a couple of pounds with my right arm, not pushing the vacuum… my hip and shoulder got better.

“Can you think why that might be,” the Party-Pooper said.

“Why what might be?” I’m very good at dodging things I don’t particularly like.

“Your hip. Why hasn’t it hurt a lot?”

I know exactly why. “No, I’ve no idea. Maybe because I no longer have to commute.”

Silence.

“And I stopped reading books while walking, too. That might’ve helped.”

Really long silence.

Sigh. “I really want to run a PFT on my birthday. You said exercising was good for me. I’m not running a freaking marathon. Just three miles. And maybe a hike or—”

“How many running miles will you put on your hip and bounce through your shoulder before you are ready to run a Physical Fitness Test for time and speed.”

“I don’t know.” I lied.

“Don’t you have a copy of the plan you sent me? Add them up. I know you can count, Staff Sergeant.”

“Jerk-Squid,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear, while I quietly reexamined the wisdom of having a doctor who is also my friend.

“I’m not trying to poop on your party—”

I burst out laughing. “Did you just say “poop on your party”? That’s glorious. I hope you know I’m blogging about this. And plan to call you Señor Party-Pooper, or Jerk-Squid. No, just The Party-Pooper.”

“Let’s be serious, G. I know you want to run, but these months without running were good for you.”

“Running doesn’t hurt that much,” I sighed, feeling a little sorry for myself—we all have those moments, my Wicked Luvs. “I miss running.”

“Why not dance instead? Dancing and modified calisthenics will keep you in shape and unstressed.”  

“My soul wants to run.”

“That’s because your soul will be forever twenty-one, but your hip and shoulder are almost thirty-seven and slowly leaning towards cripplehood.”

“You’ve ruined my spring. I hope you’re happy.”

“Are you crying?” he said.

“Of course not. Witches don’t cry. I just feel passionate about this, and my passions make me emotional, and a bit of energy from the West leaked out of my eyeballs.”


So… I guess that’s no more running for me, my Wicked Luvs. I know it’s a stupid thing, but it still makes me a little sad. I knew I would have to slowdown eventually, but the idea of having to stop completely took me by surprise. I lost swimming for distance seven years ago, bicycling three years after that, and now running…

No biggie. I can delight in walking, modified calisthenics (like wild sex *giggles and cackles*), hula hooping, light hikes, and I can still dance in front of the mirror until my dragon stops looking like it’s trying to escape my favorite pants.

51 comments:

  1. I am sorry that things didn't work out the way that you were hoping. I am glad that your Dr./Friend was honest with you though, opposed to just telling you what you wanted to hear. I have never been a runner, without fail every time I have tried I roll my right ankle and even if I don't completely fall it swells and hurts for the next week.

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    1. Ouch. I hope you stopped in time. That doesn't sound pleasant. At all.

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  2. I started having arthritis when I was a teenager, so I've hobbled around like an old man all my adult life.

    But I wonder what could be irritating your hip and shoulder.Doctors can be a life saver, but stuff like this they tend to be overly conservative about, and it's better to consult an herbalist who knows what she's doing.

    Hhm, do you do yoga? Do you eat ginger regularly?

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    1. You and me both, hobbling around. I got hurt while I was in the military. I have a strict regiment of modified stretches that resemble yoga. Some things I can't do because of nerve, muscle and bone damage... Hm, I'm feeling a little whiny, lol.

      Ginger is my other drug. ;-)

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  3. Oh Magaly, I'm sorry you did not get the news you wanted. I too have gotten the you need to do this and not do this speech from my doctor not that long ago and it indeed sucks. I have to admit I have not completely adjusted yet. I hope you are able to adjust better than I have.

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    1. I'm really good about listening this days. When I was younger--and sillier--I didn't listen all the time. It's how what could've been a minor shoulder injury became a tear. Live--do silly things--and learn. Then don't do more silly things, methinks.

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  4. You can not always be the things you used to be, but you can always be the things you aren't yet. The trouble is finding out what those are. I'm sorry you got poor news. That must have been a let-down. But, if you harm yourself then you might lose things like blogging, or travel, or something you can't even see from where you stand. I'm no fan of doctors. They say stupid things like "This will only sting a little..." But they aren't always wrong. Take the energy to run and channel it into something else. Some other activity. Your writing. Crafts. Paintball? Anything. Be defiant before you're told No. Of course this is just useless, free advice, and actually, won't make you less sorry for the bad news. But I doubt this will keep you down. And I bet those closest to you would rather have you disappointed than disabled.

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    1. You are a wise, wise man, my dear Narrator. So many things to do...

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  5. Not silly at all little one <3. We warrior women really struggle because we notice the turning of the wheel so minutely, but we also have the ability to redirect our passions, so you will be just fine. There is no reason what-so-ever that you can not still close your eyes and draw on the energy you used to feel from running...it is still there :D XXX

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    1. I shall board my astral plane and run, wings spread, to the moon... and I can take my journal for a walk in the woods, too. ;-)

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    2. Yes you can lol

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  6. *hug* No not at all silly and trust me, I can empathize. I know it isn't running, but there's a lot of passion to be found in dance, as you well know. Your Wicked Self can let your soul fly that way.

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    1. Maybe one these days, we can dance together...

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  7. I'm sorry you've been told to stop running, I know how wild and free it makes us feel.

    I'm glad you're listening to your doctor though and you'll notice more of your beautiful surroundings when you're out walking anyway.

    Take care Magaly x

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    1. I've gotten better about listening, perhaps because I'm older... but yes, there is a kind of freedom I get from running, which I will have to find somewhere else. I will enjoy the searching period...

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  8. Looks like you have made lemons into lemonade... :-) btw you do not look 37... all this time I thought I was talking (emailing) to a 20 something-yr.-old.,... You mention all the exercise you've done in the past... I think I feel my hip hurting! My thing is power walking and strengthening my core...

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    1. Hahaha! I will just grin and spend my day strutting around the house like an over-pleased peacock. ;-D

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  9. You can not always be the things you used to be, but you can always be the things you aren't yet. Love these words, Narrarator! Dr.s are, indeed, party poopers. I'm glad you have such an excellent one though, and that you are wise enough to follow his advice. Just cuz you follow his advice though doesn't mean you can't do so with much muttering and a few tantrums.

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    1. I reserve the right to bare my teeth and trow ridiculous tantrums every now and then. Yes, yes, yes!

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  10. Well at least wisdom overtook zeal.....good that you are listening. I'm sure your creative soul will give you the same high in other ways and save your walking parts for more slower activities. You're smart that way. Oma Linda
    ps the cord is cut and my brain is better

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    1. I've learned, from a very wise Witch, that sometimes I have to listen to my body, even if my soul is whispering, Ignore it, the flesh is a liar. Fly, fly away.

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    2. And hooray for new beginnings!

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  11. I'll take dancing over running any day, but yah, it sucks when you have to give up something you love to do.

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    1. Maybe I'll say the same once I'm past the bit about this not having been my decision. Sometimes, my outraged is pure senseless stubbornness... and knowing is most of the battle, lol.

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  12. Not stupid at ALL to mourn the passing of things you love. I could say so much here but... well.. you know already. My loss was dancing - I got to do some unabashed dancing this weekend (three legged, what with the cane, and likely looked like a loon, but that's FINE), but that was a rare oasis of limberness for me. I am happy that your injuries will still allow you do to that, even if the running must be set aside.

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    1. I just closed my eyes and smiled. The image of your "three legged, what with the cane, and likely looked like a loon, but that's FINE" bit will bring awesome to many of my days. ;-D

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  13. The first sentence of Narrator's post is bomb. Learning to transcend thru our physical limitations and find a new nirvana is vital, I suppose. Keep wicked dear Magaly! <3

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    1. The man is wise. I just told him. And probably very wicked, too. Which is great. ♥

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  14. Oh push Posh! You have come to the right place! I see in my minds eye the true reason for sore hip after Mexico! Good Girl?
    Zumba ! my young friend! Pump that heart!
    I have a tale of woe for you!....I've been to those Party- Poopers hmmm 3 Maybe 4 times , that I can remember..2 for the appeasement of birthing, Then I wanted to be a nurse! Pass the written, but failed the physical? I've always know I have semi sever scoliosis , but I'm only 5'2 so super- model wasn't an option.
    Party Pooper for the Hamilton rowing Team told this Gemini Girl( I was younger then) I would be in a wheelchair by 40. So no nursing for me.
    Don't call me Honey and don't tell me I can't....( especially when I was younger)
    So this petulant single wild child mother took on the most physical employments, moved..herself...zillions of times , high heeled herself to the 61 ..oh look no wheelchair,
    Moral of this train wreck! Use it or Loose IT! and trust me when I tell you..wink, wink, you will loose it!
    Take Up Flying! Before you loose your happy thoughts! Love and Hugs! xoDebi

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    1. You know what? I feel kind of silly because I had no idea that nurses had to pass a a physical test. Blog and learn, I tell you. And go to Mexico and come back limping *cough*

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    2. Not any more they don't. I wanted to wear the crisp, cute professional outfit of the day!

      xoDebi

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  15. I'm sorry you can't do something you like to do anymore :( I hate running (and any other kind of exercise) so I can't personalize your disappointment, but I have been finding lots of signs of aging on my face and body lately and it pisses me off.
    I can't believe we're getting older. We who were supposed to live forever.

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    1. I'm right with you. What a load of crap. I've always known that I'm eternal and unstoppable, now if someone would just tell my body...

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  16. Whine all you want, just so long as you are don't it while running! ;)

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    1. Oh, don't you worry, you know I will. Until my throat goes raw and your ears fall off. ;-D

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  17. (((Great Big Hugs))) If I know you, you'll find a way to let out all that energy. Do what you can while you still can. Don't end up like me, my darling girl. Keep moving.

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    1. I shall embrace the mantra--shake that booty!

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  18. Listen to me witch, you take good care of that hip and shoulder and you dance your dance, and if I hear of you attempting to run then I'll be on the next plane ride out to you before you can blink ok? Good! Love you x

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    1. I might just fake it now, just so you will come. Especially if you see it fit to smuggle a few peaches from your tree. ;-)

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  19. I am sorry about the running. But, I rather see you dancing, then crippled up! I know you will put your energy into good use ;o) LOL! Big Hugs ;o)

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  20. My husband's had two surgeries on his back. Swimming is the best exercise to avoid putting any pressure on sensitive joints, back, hips, etc. I hope you heed your doctor's advice, feel better, and try swimming instead of running. :)

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    1. Swimming was the first thing I lost after my second injury. I have body alignment issues. I can play in the water, but I lack the coordination abilities to do anything that would render any kind of aerobic work out.

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  21. Oh, rats. That sucks. Maybe he is wrong? Arg, probably not... well, do what is good for your body. (I've been trying to get back into a running schedule for months, and one thing after the other keeps popping up... the ankle, the knee, the cough, now that friggin' tooth. Not giving up yet, as long as my doc says it's okay.)

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    1. Well, you take care of yourself, too, woman! You don't want to do anything to continue aggravating your ankle, you know?

      I hope you were able to take care of that tooth!

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  22. Well...crap. I guess he has to say these things and it's probably not the most fun part of his day, either, but it's still crap.

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    1. I've been saying "it's crap" quite a bit these last few days. Great minds and all, I guess. lol!

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  23. I am sorry to know you have to give up what your soul wants... but you cans till do many other things! Callisthenics.. it even sounds mythologially-magic! Just think of... :) I know for it is temporary, but I am a little restricte dnow becaus eof my belly to dance and all... and I want all that so much! But still...
    We can dance together... :)

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    1. You know, calisthenics can be kind of rhythmic. Particularly the ones aimed to stretch the body.

      I LOVE the idea of dancing together... especially WITH your belly. :_D

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  24. I'm sorry, that sucks. I might not be far behind you in that respect. I just bought a treadmill, to walk/run off this 30 lbs. of blubber I gained over the holidays. It might just be that I'm fat now, but my hips do not like this treadmill one bit. I'm thinking that the "running" part is probably out.

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    1. The same happened to me when I got an elliptical machine. I was so excited about it, until it got home... My goodness, my sides (not quite my hips but the bits under my arms) began to cramp horribly. I tried to work with it anyway, just to find out that the problem was that I couldn't walk and keep my arms in the position required by the elliptical without pinching a nerve. Our bodies, can't live without them, can't kick them without hurting.

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