The back is loosening. Even thought it is not a serious affliction, it is a debilitating one - the hinge of a door not working well.
It would be worse. I could be Mike who posted an X-ray yesterday of his broken collar bone. It looks like he has irregular lego in his shoulder. I think Canada basically has a great medical system and the fact that Mike can be so cavalier about his condition is - to my mind - in part due to the fact that his break didn't cost him, say, $25,000. That is good. I could also be like Ian who shares extensively his experiences of being on depression meds. It could be a demon. Dean is blogging about his recently started fight back against the bottle in rather stunning detail.
I could also be worried about the wrong thing. The Rukster has posted some oddish - to my mind - observations about emergency room decor experiences in a place where I have sat many times tired but full of gratitude knowing professionals were saving the lives of people I am related to, including very little favourite people. Apparently a separate room for the taste sensitive might be in order. I have been in a nicer hospital room in the same facility but those lazy boys are reserved for people getting chemotherapy, ladies my age in the head scarf that made one family member of mine immediately place their condition in context. I am not suggesting Pete is out of line with my observations as he is a decent guy - just that when there are fewer health dollars to squeeze, better waiting room chairs and paint wouldn't be high on my list.
It could be much worse. Last month, Shelly shared her true raw observations of a moment in yet another hospital room we all go through too many times in life. Strangely, the number of times we go through it is directly related to how lucky we are in the number of our loved ones.
It is just odd being human in someways - being pretty much a motile, partially hairy sausage with feelings, breaks, aches and pains.