The Lane of Daily Swimming
Friday, February 14th, 2014 03:29 pm( So That's Me, Dunked )
(Yes, it's chlorinated. I've given up soap and shampoo; I apply Aveeno lotion after I rinse off; and MyGuy generously buzzed off most of my hair.)
begin quote In the war with my body, we have become intimate enemies. My body is my own, although it betrays me without mercy. I live with it and take care of it. My body talks to me. I have a talent in knowing exactly when I need to sleep, when I need to eat, when to stop the stress of research papers and exams. I'm so in touch with my body that I sleep when I should be writing those papers. I don't have less energy than others; I'm simply more aware that I'm running down before I actually run myself down. I have been given the gift of self-awareness, an awareness that other people I know haven't developed as much. quote endsYeah for reframing!
Wheelchairs are powerfully handy tools. I can walk, I can swim, and I prefer to use my limited energy store for activities where that's all I'm doing.
My body began falling apart decades ago. I get dizzy and pass out when I stand too long or tip my head back. I can't tolerate exercise or repetitive motion: Leafing through a magazine puts my hands out of commission for half a day. Sitting in standard chairs is difficult, since so many joints, muscles, and tendons hurt. Thankfully, my brain developed a rapid-forgetting technique so I'm not overwhelmed by chronic pain. Unfortunately, this means I forget my topic in mid-sentence, and the marketable skills I had seem to have been, um, ahh, misplaced. In 1991 I had to quit even part-time paid work.