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- My Epiphanies Today Tend To Be More Painful
- My latest epiphany
As I’ve grown older, the epiphanies have become more infrequent, and a lot of them could be categorized as epiphanies on how life is not always fair.
But my latest epiphany this week started with my wrist. I did something unknown to me at the time, but the result is that I can hardly use my hand this week. With the urgency of artificial insemination season fast approaching, and the fact that my brother is a doctor, I figured I was qualified to fix it myself.
So, I bought a brace and began taking copious amounts of ibuprofen. That would have sufficed in years past, but days later I’m still gritting my teeth as I try to raise the courage to pick up a sack of mineral. I’m sure it will heal in time, but I know it will be a lot longer than I’d like.
Later in the week, a young horse I was riding decided she saw a monster in the trees. She didn’t buck me off, as I was able to slide off her while she reared and crow-hopped around. The problem was the landing. I’d actually orchestrated it so that I landed on my feet, which was a good thing; the bad thing was the way my body handled it.
So I now not only have a sore wrist, but I have discovered there is some sort of muscle that attaches on the top of my thigh that it is fairly integral to normal, pain-free walking.
I have to admit that I smiled, though, when I thought about my grandmother’s admonition of long ago. I’m older, and I’m learning. I’ve also learned that faith means trusting in advance only that which can be understood in reverse. I’m looking forward to the next 40-50+ years, but I’ll admit I’m a bit nervous about the shape and resilience of the body I hope to be getting around in by then.
Troy Marshall's opinions do not necessarily reflect those of beefmagazine.com or the Penton Farm Progress Group.
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