Autumn is in full swing (in the southern hemisphere), cold wind ‘blows through the bones’. My joints keep reminding me of their state of deterioration. In a surreal realm, near total absence of sensory perception, my muscles contract to the density of concrete, blocking every lifeline to the brain, causing it to dwell in disinterest and vanity.
Pain and discomfort sabotages all attempts on inspiration. Dull and numbed, I can’t think of any topic to write about, so I thought; why not post a few lines on the topic of the moment, namely Arthritis?
The range of ‘wonder products’ for the cure or relief of Arthritis appears to be infinite, as well as mostly in-effective. I volunteer to wash the dishes because the warm water sooths the hands and wrists. A few awkward movements at work and sport have knocked my back into ‘Hexenschuss’ (Lumbago). A blend of massage’, physiotherapy and medication, makes life more bearable and it’s beauty more conceivable. Experts tell me to keep moving and taking medication, which leads me to the conclusion that I am condemned to a life of hard work and red wine, “Talking about keeping the yin-yang balanced”!