More musings on the news from my x-rays & MRI.
Am I scared of getting worse and worse, of having surgery, of having a surgery that has less than optimal results?
Absolutely.
Like everybody else, I have a fear of ending up with a profound disability.
But here’s the bottom line: I will never give up.
I. Will. Never. Give. Up.
I have a feeling bodypump class is going to be out for a while, as the last time I had a bulging disk I had to eliminate for six months all movements that put a vertical load on my spine. Also, even though we use weeny weights in bodypump, it’s probably better for me not to subject my bulging disc to squats and deadlifts.
No problem. Yes, I’ll miss the class, but as my much-admired, brainy, funny, hardass dad used to say, "Things are tough all over."
Okay–so this is a great opportunity for me to add something new to my repertory. My health club offers aquatic fitness, yoga, and Pilates. I’ll give one of them a try.
I know I can keep lifting weights, as the range of things I can try is virtually unlimited.
I’ll keep doing the elliptical trainer unless the neurosurgeon says that’s a no-no.
I can certainly walk.
I just need to call on the old inner strength–and a little heavenly assistance from dear old dad, who had about the worst spine imaginable yet stayed active and almost never complained about it.
It’s Good Friday, by the way. An excellent opportunity for us to contemplate the mystery of suffering. And, if one is Christian, to unite one’s sufferings with those our Redeemer willingly bore in order to take away the sins of the world.
