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Injury # 163

There's a line in Hank Williams's "Why Don't You make Up Your mind," where he says "The hide's gettin' scace" (pronounced "skayce"), meaning scarce. I don't know why, but it's stuck in my mind for years. In the song he's moaning about difficulties with his girlfriend, but I've always thought of the phrase as having to do with the body getting hurt.

My latest was tearing some shoulder muscles last week. No, not again! My body feels so battered from a lifetime of activity. -- sports, carpentry, adventures. Thank god I wasn't the football star I wanted to be. Yet still -- operations on both knees, right shoulder, right wrist (carpal tunnel) and the capper, a bad broken arm a year ago--all since turning 70.

OK so I'm whining here, but I'm on an up-note. After moping and gimping around for a week, dreading another operation, visiting the doc, dealing with pain, suddenly it turned a corner. Must have been the red wine in the evenings (plus big doses of Ibuprofen). But all of a sudden I could raise my arm halfway. Yeah! I'm gonna get better. Two things to convey here:

1. You always get better. Pretty much. So no matter how deeply depressed you are when injured, it's gonna get better if you do the right stuff.

2. Don't give up. Get right back out there on that bike, surfboard, trail, slope -- maybe with more caution and care. Because you're gonna lose it if you don't use it.


I write this listening to Merle sing "Tonight the Bottle Let Me Down" in that rich resonant voice, the sun is shining after weeks of rain, the sky's blue, I've had my first mota in a week, freshly-roasted coffee, and working on my upcoming tour for the new book and getting ready to take off tomorrow for Minneapolis/St Paul, thence Highway 61 to Grand Marais on Lake Superior. The glass is half-full today.

Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
 "I got forty red-white-and-blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?" 
And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61"

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh Lloyd....so sorry to hear of your injury.

Sounds like you are "mending".

dare I suggest....sigh...please don't go and be stubborn and rush it too much. Give it time to heal.

yrs back I had a terrible knee injury, and the physio guy treated it three times weekly with ultrasound and some other machines..Huge help.

CK said...

Red wine is really a great pain killer. I have arthritis and I haven't found any medication half as effective

cc said...

sorry to hear about the injury - but as usual i'm inspired by your adventuresome spirit. you are truly one of the raddest elders out there. see you in the ocean soon. respect!

Deva said...

Awwww. Love you Lloyd! DH and I are in our mid sixties and starting to deal with the unknowns of growing old, but at the same time we feel so fortunate to be growing old and still healthy and alive!!! Still loving your blog and your books and getting so much inspiration from you and Leslie. Keep on going adorable man. XO

Anonymous said...

Years back, I had a neighbor friend who though young was dealing with a sped-up life. He'd had a variation on the American dream - his own successful business, a nice house, a nice car, and instead of a Swedish girlfriend he had a boyfriend. They both showed up positive for HIV, and his boyfriend had to return to Sweden as he couldn't get health coverage here. Daily, we'd walk his two dogs. Initially we'd cover about two miles. By the end it was to the end of the driveway and back. Each time, he'd turn to me, saying, "I did pretty well today! Did you see how far I went?" He died about four days after our last walk, but I still carry him around. I try to remember that it's the depth we make in this life that's important, not the length.

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