My right wrist and left ankle, when bent at particular angles, experience shooting pain. The joints in my knees make cracking and creaking noises every time I stand up or kneel. Most recently, my lower back has been rendered useless. Nothing particularly traumatic happened to my back. One day last week, I just started feeling a slight pain while sitting. The pain became progressively worse over the next several days. Now my back hurts constantly, especially when I sit for long periods of time, or bend over to pick up heavy objects. So it is a good thing I don’t do too much of that. Oh WAIT. I have an 18-pound baby to nurse and carry all day.
I am twenty-eight, supposedly still in my prime. I exercise regularly, eat well, and generally do not have any health issues. So would someone please tell me what is going on with my disintegrating joints and muscles?
With no real explanation for the sudden onslaught of body aches, I have taken up the attractive habit of complaining daily to whomever is in earshot. More often than not, it happens to be my husband (that is the cost one pays for working at home simultaneously with their spouse – maybe that is why some people inexplicably choose to work in a cubicle). “Ughhh…my back is killing me!,” I will grumble for the fifteenth time that day. And for the fifteenth time that day, my husband will reply ever so pragmatically, “Go see someone about it” (which I shall do if the pain persists).
This foreshadowing of the aging process is beginning to frighten me. My body is already starting to deteriorate, and I haven’t even reached middle age. How will I ever survive my thirties, forties, and beyond?
Okay, enough griping. I’m going to Yelp (yes, I’ve made Yelp into a verb) massage therapists in Los Angeles.