Sunday, December 14, 2008

What We Take for Granted

Ironically I was discussing Chinua Achebe's THINGS FALL APART on Friday with my high school students; we came to the conclusion that there's nothing on earth that doesn't eventually fall apart, and one of our examples was the human body itself.

It seems the older I get the more parts of me I have to acknowledge I have taken for granted: the knees, the fingers, and now--the back. I lifted a very, very heavy bag on Friday with the rather stupid assumption that if I could lift it, it was safe to lift. I held the thing (which housed 42 10-page research papers and their accompanying index cards) in my left hand.

The next day the right side of me--mostly my right lower back--was giving me great pain. Today, wearing a support bandage left over from my husband's back injury, I feel chastened and foolish and . . . old.

Yes, things do fall apart, and I am a living example of what the flesh is heir to. Meanwhile, hot water bottles and Tiger Balm are my good friends. :)

(This picture of my cat really has nothing to do with the post except that carefully wrapped Christmas packages also fall apart--in fact they are torn apart with savage glee).

2 comments:

Caro said...

You are too young to fall apart Julia. I am sure you will recover.
Can your boys wait so long until it is Christmas and not unwrap those presents before? I am going to put up the tree this afternoon. But the presents will come the day before Christmas!!

Take good care
Caro

Julia Buckley said...

Oh, those are LAST year's presents, Caro! I haven't wrapped anything yet this year. :)

Thanks for your good wishes. I'm counting on that recovery. So far so good today, if I don't walk around much. Too bad I must go to work . . .

Send a picture of your tree when you get it!