My lower back has been giving me fits and of course, instead of thinking that maybe I should be doing a few more crunches and stretches (the back's health begins with the muscles of the abdomen!) I have decided that I probably have either colon or ovarian cancer. Probably colon.
And I don't even google this shit. Bad enough I know what I know from nursing school which I attended so long ago that it's amazing they didn't teach us how to assist physicians in cupping and bleeding.
This is my life. Do you do this? Heartinhand, I know you do.
Remember when I thought I had skin cancer but it was a tick?
Yeah. Like that.
Oh well. Despite the advanced case of colon cancer, I have had good energy today. The walk in the 90 degree heat, the trip to the grocery store to buy Ramen noodles and watermelons, the laundry, the making up of the bed with the fresh, line-dried crispy sheets, making Mr. Moon's snack bag and coffee drink, filling up the chicken waterers, watering the porch plants. I have stayed busy.
After Mr. Moon left for auction, I went into my office, as I have been doing in the last week to do some actual writing. Not that blog-writing isn't actual writing but it's not fiction. Okay, it's mostly not fiction. And as almost always, when I go out into that magical room which used to be the kitchen of this house and which is filled with some of my most beloved treasures, and I sit down to my laptop, the jet-engine powered fan blowing on me, my blooming phlox right outside, I am happy.
A sort of happy that nothing else can compete with.
A sort of happy that a dyed-in-the-wool martyr like me denies herself because it's too glorious for words and that, my friend, is the pathway to HELL!
Which of course I don't believe for an instant and yet, somehow, I do.
Maurice finds me out there, meows her irritation that she had to look for me and stretches out on the chaise lounge which my old dog Pearl ate some of the stuffing out of because she loved to make caves out of furniture. It's lovely to have Maurice there, silent but company, nonetheless. And on a good day of writing, I am transported to another dimension and time flies by with no respect or responsibility to whatever reality it is that I usually live in and it is good.
So that has been my day. And my back hurts. The bottom and the top of it now, and I am no doubt suffering from the fact that human beings have not truly evolved into bipedal creatures and that gravity will have its damn way with us after sixty years or so. You know my theory about why back problems are so common among humans? It's because we are a genetic experiment between apes and aliens and aliens did not evolve in this gravity and so there you go. The same theory explains a lot about the nature of the human brain and how often it goes wonky and if you look around you, you will realize that some people are far more alien and some people are far more ape and this in itself has contributed to a vast conundrum which is humanity, a species which has produced Michelangelo as well as Hitler, so incredibly afraid of any tribe which was not his own that he almost destroyed the world in his insane and horrendously supported quest to rid the species of that which he did not recognize as family or tribe and there you have it.
Ms. Moon explains the world.
Stick around! I have so many more theories.
Tell me yours.