Ok – it’s official, my youthfulness has plateaued. It all started last week when I was having headaches at work. It was incessant. I would go to bed with a headache. I would wake up with a headache. Now logically, I knew that the reason was likely external and due to the hellish week I was having, but the hypochondriac in me went to many bad places. Could it be a brain tumor? Maybe a blood clot?
Finally, I went to the doctor and described the situation. She looked at me and said, “how old are you?” I replied with a perky, “twenty-nine.” Then with an all knowing nod and a sympathetic smile she proceeded to give me the talk, which went something like this “…at this age you are going to start to find that your body may not be able to handle stress like it used to…” Hmmmm…translation: You aren’t a spring chicken any more and you need to start taking your mental health more seriously. Point taken. Begrudgingly taken, but taken nevertheless.
Well, this launched me into a quest for mental well being. I ran out and bought the Dr. Weil breathing CD, yoga DVDs and a zen candle. Later that night, in the middle of chair pose I glanced down at my thigh and recoiled with horror. There it was. A slight, but ever present, dimple. Superficial, I know, but clearly salt in the open wound.
Don’t get me wrong. I do have perspective. I realize that in the grand scheme of life, this rant is a ridiculous one. I also realize that in a world full of turmoil and disease a headache and a little thigh dimple are not significant at all.
After reading this post you may be sizing me up. You are likely labeling me with quite a few diagnosis of your own. If age-phobic is one of them, you would be right. Well done doctor.
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