A few weeks ago, I woke in the night with excruciating neck pain. Rather selflessly, I ignored it and pushed on through, much in the spirit of Nelson, keeping my head pointed slightly to my good side and ignoring the baffled looks of those I met. It is only an eye, or an arm, or, indeed, a neck. However, three weeks of almost unrelenting stiff-necked-ness has driven me to the doctor to get it looked at properly, just in case it isn’t a simple crick or a spasmodic muscle or something, and I am almost immediately reminded of why I stopped coming to the doctor for any ailment, let alone something serious. Doctor's waiting rooms are, quite literally, hell on Earth.
We’ve all been there. Tucked under our covers, peacefully asleep like a sweet cherub, when a nightmare creeps in.
"No one can catch me when I run," "I just feel so free," "I just love running!"
Ever feel like you have to dodge certain people while you're at the gym? Am I the only one who actually goes to the gym to workout these days? I can't tell you how many times I've gotten to the gym in beast mode, pre-workout mix in effect, with only one hour to spare before having to get back to the drudgery of my mundane life and just as I'm about to get on the treadmill someone taps me on the shoulder. Chatty Patty, the vegan waif I met in yoga flow a few weeks back...yep, the one who kept trying to talk to me throughout the entire duration of yoga class, completely oblivious to the fact that one — we're in a freaking YOGA CLASS, and two — not the best place to carry on a conversation. But who am I to say?
Have you ever had a really bad muscle ache that lasted all day and just wouldn’t go away no matter what you did? That happened to me the other day; my low back had been hurting, nothing was stopping it, and I was getting frustrated. Trying not to let it completely ruin my day, I started looking at some funny stuff on the internet. My mood started to improve, and within a few minutes, I was surprised and happy to realize that I was in much less pain than I had been in all day.
When I left Stanmore almost six years ago I promised myself that I would do everything that was available to me as life is so very precious. Many polio victims that I have met, and will meet in the future, have an inner force that drives us onwards. We are a determined group of people with a zest for life and all that it throws at us. We have beaten the virus (many of us take with us constant reminders of the battle), and through this battle have developed a force of mind and will power that drives us to achieve the almost unachievable.
I just cancelled my gym membership, for the second time.
Although we all loved our house, we very soon started to grow out of it, and we are transferred to a bigger house nearer to the centre of town. My school is a fair distance from home so I travel by bicycle, something that I really enjoy although as the years go by it is becoming very exhausting.
When I was born, my mother looked down at me, her perfect little angel. 10 fingers, 10 toes. A little late, but otherwise perfectly healthy. I did all the normal things babies did. I cried when I should, I ate when I should, I slept when I should.
As an anthropologist, I’m a big believer in the power of ceremony and ritual to mark a life transition, especially when very little about your physical environment will be changing. Something needs to mark that boundary. Recently I got a new job, but it’s in the same company. (I don’t actually work in anthropology anymore. I work in data analytics. But it turns out you can take a person out of an academic career in cultural studies, but you can’t take the cultural studies out of her.) To mark my move from one analytics role to another, I chose a form of cleansing ritual. Starting a new life phase with a pause for cleansing is common: many cultures make use of this to mark out boundaries as diverse as taking a new religion to returning from war to becoming adults. In my case, I was just moving a few rows of desks, but I felt it was important anyway.
I opened my inbox and there it was. The one thing that can really ruin my day, the anonymous fat hate troll: