Incapacitated

It has been two, nearly three weeks that I have been incapacitated with a back injury. From being in acute agony, to being in relative discomfort, it has been an illuminating journey.

I am not a stranger to ill health. However, I have always been the one standing outside, looking in. Never having suffered from any major chronic complaints myself (touchwood), it has always been an experience once removed. I have seen suffering, incapacity, hospitalisation and death, all caused by various kinds of disease. It has not been the most pleasant thing to watch. Ironically, though, I have lived in a bubble, thinking that none of it is ever going to touch me.

Don’t most of us take our bodies for granted, just a little bit? How often do we stuff that extra slice of cake down, or finish that bottle of wine, or blow off the much needed exercise? Our bodies are amazing mechanisms, but they need an equal amount of love and care lavished on them. Too often, we are chasing our own tails to realise that none of it will be possible without a fully functioning, healthy body.

Which brings me to the point of where does the mind come into play? We have had an extremely stressful time of it, in the last few months. Instinctively, I feel this has contributed to my injury and subsequent incapacitation. Mainstream medicine has accepted how powerful the mind is. In my case, it has literally broken my back. It has forced me to slow down, take stock, introspect and most importantly, let go.

As I am mending my body and my mind, I have reconnected with people I have not seen or spoken to, in years. I have had the time to laugh a little, cry a little and live a lot. So, these three weeks have not been wasted. If anything, they have taught me the lesson of living in the moment. For it is ‘this’ moment that counts. Not the one that has passed, or the one that may or may not arrive.

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Friends

What is a friend? The dictionary defines it as ‘A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations’. Yet, that seems such a narrow definition. There are all kinds of friends, just as there are all kinds of family members or people, for that matter.

In my not too long, nor too short life, I have come across various categories of  ‘friends’. There are the good time friends. The ones who are always up for a laugh, or a party, but disappear at the first sign of trouble. Then, there are the lip service friends, who promise to be there for you, no matter what, but when the ‘what’ happens, the pertinent question becomes, “where are they?”. Then there are the acquaintance friends. The ones you meet occasionally, accidentally, and have a nice chat with, but put each other out of your minds as soon as you move on. There are the school friends, the ones you share a happy history with, and relive the innocence of those times whenever you meet, rare as that maybe.

However, the special ones, the ones you hold dear to your heart, are the 3 am friends. The ones who will show up at the first sign of trouble, unbidden. The ones who will take the shirts of their own backs to make sure that you are covered. The ones who will enjoy a laugh and a party but equally be ready to wipe your tears and hold your hand. These friends, few and far between as they maybe, are the ones to cherish. Love them as they love you. Show them the same appreciation. For you are so very lucky to have them in your life.

Here’s to my beautiful best friends:

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

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