Dancing Days Are Over
A close friend recently told me “Once you near your 40′s, everything starts to hurt.” I believe her.
It started with the dancing. In a recent post, I mentioned how I could still Kriss Kross And Applesauce On A Dance Floor… Well, I forgot to mention that I had some discomfort in my back before I took to the “Dance Floor Of No Return.” I neglected to bring it up to my doctor for fear that she would assume I was trying to hide the fact that my “back pain”
was not due to dancing like a 16-year-old with flailing arms and wobbly knees.
If I was just honest with my doctor though, I might have spared myself the looks I am getting now as I walk through life, just like a turtle without its shell… Instead, I hung my head low as I walked into my doctor’s office yesterday. I did mention my dancing and how I thought the pain was because of that before… but it was still present… more so than ever. A quick test determined that it could be due to a kidney stone.
Ok, so I wanted to scream out of sheer joy but decided to spare myself any more embarrassment. I am a woman. Like many women, I allow the smallest ailment become a death trap in my head. Before my appointment, I started thinking about how I would tell my kids that I was not ok, and not going to be ok…
The highlight of my day was driving little ones home after all appointments were over with, medication picked up, and my faith was renewed. I was alive! I was not going anywhere anytime soon, and everyone, including my children believed me because I was not really moving quickly enough to get anywhere soon.
hens, “The Turtle,” my sign from God!
It was in the middle of the road. I pulled over and took a picture before animal control picked it up by its tail and placed it safely by the water (did I mention the slow and steady turtle was hissing at me the whole time). It was like a little reminder that even though I may have been walking like a turtle, slow and steady… it didn’t mean I wasn’t strong and couldn’t bite.
I may not go out dancing again any time soon but… the “Dance Floor Of No Return” has not seen the last of me!
