I’ve written about injury before,
but the time has come to do it again because—hey!—I am injured. We all try not to get injured. This is why we pay attention to form
and take reasonable precautions when doing semi-dangerous things. Even so, sometimes we end up hurt.
Our doctors and other
practitioners do an excellent job of telling us how to take care of whatever
body part is non-functional. We
all know about ice and ibuprofen and rest and the other useful advice. What is harder, I think, is coping with
our brains.
When we find ourselves more
helpless than usual, there are two contradictory things we have to do to
cope: fight it and embrace it.
Fight it is the one I
prefer. That is the part where we
ask the doctor what parts of our current fitness practices we can still
do. Maybe feeding the dog while
balancing on one foot is challenging, but it can be done. Look! Someone kindly transformed my house into an obstacle
course! I am going to master that
sucker.
The embrace it part is more
challenging. It is not
antifeminist to allow people to hold the door for us when we have
crutches. It is okay for your
family to bring you things and fuss with your pillows. This is a great excuse for
binge-watching crime shows and catching up on all that reading.
The point is: healing is faster when we remain
sane. Let’s remember our
independence and also celebrate our interdependence. Also: fancy
crutches.
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