Monday, April 15, 2013
Am I just not buying the right product?
Okay, to continue my report of my normal week. My day begins with the usual schizophrenic discussion between my brain and my body:
Body: "OMG! I feel like the Pittsburgh Penguins used me as a practice puck, all night long! %$#*& I HURT! Everything hurts! I am NOT moving.
Brain: "Listen you, get yer plush bum out of bed and get moving! It's just going to be worse the longer you lie here whining. Sheesh!"
Body: "Easy for you to say. It's not YOU that hurts! If I move I may die!"
Bladder: "If I may interrupt this scintillating conversation I really am at the tipping point. The two of you can argue about this on the way to the bathroom."
Groaning, I crawl out of bed and stumble toward the bathroom. Within a half hour I have made coffee, fed the starving, squalling cats and collapsed into my rocker to watch the morning news.
And in the next half hour I have learned how to solve all my problems. If only I bought a certain brand of adult diaper I might not have to get out of bed at all, but I like the alternatives they show better. One commercial has ice-skaters wearing the diapers, and the next has a sparkly dancer wearing them. So, next time I shop I'll buy a package of them and instead of being the puck, I'll be a skater!
As I climb my Seven Summits it would be handy to speak to my guides in their own languages, so I've been watching that commercial that promises their product will teach you how to speak a new language in 30 days. So far I can say, "Schwimmer", but I don't know what it means, or even what language it is. I'll try it on my next Sherpa/grocery carry-out clerk and see what reaction I get. What could go wrong?
Right now, having swept yesterday (see previous post) my left shoulder is partly out of place and my arms, hands and fingers are stiff, aching and very sore. I'm wrapping this up and heading for the pain pills. They aren't advertised, but they will help me get my body up out of the rocker and - oh wait, there's another ad - this product promises to take away wrinkles. Boy that's the last thing I worry about.
Off for those pills…