For the last few days my body, chief victim of my ambitions, has issued vigorous protest against the things I was asking of it. Indeed, protest was the only thing it was willing to do with any degree of vigor. Its complaints were coldly rebuffed; I’m simply too busy to be bossed around by my body, which I view as nothing more than a support system for the all-important brain, which has a bunch of important stuff going on if you don’t mind, so suck it up.
But the body cannot subsist on willpower alone. Jedi Knights notwithstanding, the mastery of the mind over the body is a tenuous relationship, and one which is easily reversed. For example… about thirty-six hours ago my back went out and I lost the ability to move about the house without making pathetic little animal noises. Standing hurt. Sitting hurt. Lying down hurt. This curtailed progress on my various projects in short order. Actually, it halted all activity. The only thing I could do was experiment with different positions and try to discover the one that caused the fewest spasms. Eventually I concluded that I could only be comfortable in the following position: Slightly curled up, arms out, head forward, with my body positioned several miles above the surface of the Earth where gravity would leave me alone. Since that wasn’t an option, I settled for laying on my side, hugging a body pillow. It was painful, but not nearly as bad as not laying on my side with a body pillow.
Twelve hours later a seed of pain germinated behind my left eye and promptly grew into a thriving blossom of agony, the roots of which reached into the deepest regions of my skull. These roots choked out all other activity, smothering thought, until all of my gray matter was converted into nothing more than an elaborate system for experiencing and cataloging misery. A migraine seemed uncalled for in this case: I was already incapacitated. Why kick me when I’m down?
In any event, my body got the rest it wanted and my brain was idle for the better part of a day. So to those people who have been advising me to get some rest lately, you’ll be glad to hear your advice was inadvertently heeded. I do apologize for filling this space with complaints lately. I shall write about something more compelling as soon as I have something more compelling going on.
But let’s not end this on a sad note. No, what we need at this moment is unprovoked singing!
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