It’s time to go on the record and admit that a part of me still believes anything wrong with my body will fix itself.
I guess it’s the downside of having been an extremely healthy person most of my life. That plus the fact that — as a freelance musician — I hardly ever had insurance, so I got in the habit of doing what I could and then trusting that things would resolve themselves. Which they mostly did.
But the truth is that I’m reaching the point in life where past actions are having some painful present-time consequences. Not to mention that some body parts are simply wearing out.
A concept that never occurred to me even once before age sixty or so.
I’m writing this as part of my process in facing up to the fact that my shoulder — which has gradually been hurting more and more for a few years now — is not going to magically revert to normal. I have to actually deal with it. Bummer.
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