Creak, Creak, Crack!

[poliphilo]

The theme of my dreams is difficulty. So, last night I was at a Test Match and having difficulty seeing the game. And after that I was in Canterbury cathedral and  having difficulty taking photos (even though they'd removed the roof and there was much more light that usual). 

Does this reflect my daytime experience?  I suppose it does. Life is difficult and getting more so. Like in the supermarket the other day- when I noticed what a performance it was getting things off a lower shelf. Not impossible, but difficult. First I had to get down there to floor level- creak, creak, creak- then I had to reach into the shelf because the stuff I was after had been pushed way back- creak, creak, creak- and then- very much the worst of all- I had to get up again- creak, creak, crack. I wouldn't say it was painful- at least not sharp and creasing- just effortful - like having to work with a very slow, broadband connection. 

Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I'm not raging against old age. It's just that I dont entirely believe in it. (which could be why the dreams keep hammering away at the theme).   Walking, kneeling, getting out of a chair- these are all such simple things- so how can I possibly find them hard?  It's an act, isn't it- a way of trolling for sympathy? And I need to snap out of it. Now!

Comments

[ideealisme.livejournal.com]

There's always a gap between the ideal and the real...a bit like one's weight and THAT pair of jeans...

of course when you find difficulty in one area, then you tend to imagine it everywhere, which may not be the case!

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Ah, but when I was younger I didn't notice the gap. Broadly speaking- and within reason- my body up until I was fiftyish would do anything I wanted it to do- and no complaints.