This morning I woke up feeling like I’m falling apart. My right foot injury has still not completely healed. I’ve got lingering, chronic plantar fasciitis pain in my heel. I reaggravated my shoulder injury last week. And I have a new injury behind my left knee – which I’m pretty sure is due to overstretching it a few days ago.
Oh – and I think I may have cracked a molar on a piece of bone chip that was in my hamburger a few days ago. The last time I cracked a molar I needed an expensive, extensive root canal and crown procedure.
I’m a wreck.
So of course, my mind started racing. What if I can’t workout anymore? I already am prepared to give up drumming since I keep reinjuring my right foot, leg, and achilles. Maybe I should move to Florida. Or Oregon. Or Canada. Then I started thinking about being alone, a widower, no health insurance, no girlfriend, waah.
Instead of continuing to spiral down the path of self-pity, I popped an Advil and took it easy during my workouts. I didn’t have much of a choice – the pain set clear limits.
Tomorrow I’ll make a dentist appointment. X-rays will confirm if I have a cracked molar.
My plantar fasciitis and achilles pain will take a long time to resolve. The last time I had a major issue it took a year to get better. As for drumming – well I think my drumming days might be over. It’s not worth having constant injuries.
My knee/hamstring issue will hopefully get better quickly if I ease back on stretching.
And I’m not moving anywhere. I don’t want to move. The market is hyper inflated. Wanting to move is my mind’s crazy reaction to fear and anxiety.
Then I was thinking about the last few years. I did the road trip thing. I had 2 hernia surgeries. I had my first root canal. I got elbow bursitis. I injured my shoulder. I had lots of rehab, recovery and waiting to get back to healthy. I failed at dating. Covid hit. My pool was closed for quarantine and then we had 2 years of restrictions.
In retrospect, none of it was all that bad for me.
Did these things suck? Yes.
Were the inconvenient? Absolutely?
Expensive? Sometimes.
Annoying? Yep.
But I’m still here. None of them were worth killing myself over.
And finally, I thought, the worst has already happened. I have nothing to worry about.