I feel bad a bit about this post, because it. Will be whiny. I know there are people who are suffering from cancer, AIDs, hideous deformities, blindness, deafness, missing limbs, and other, equally bad diseases and other conditions. I could have it so much worse. Nonetheless, after the week that I had, I feel I am entitled to complain a bit about my fate. This subject about my life will therefore be about all the ways my life could have been better, physically. Incidentally, I know I have almost no readers, but if I did, I have to ask any women who would ever possibly be interested in me to stop reading about now. If you persist anyway, you have been warned.
Today starts with a fun trip to the dentist office! There, I got my mouth X-Rayed, my gums poked and scraped, and I learned that I had as many as three cavities. Wee! Now, this one was my fault. I hadn't gotten my teeth checked up in years, so I expected some weakness there. Plus, while painful, it was nowhere near as bad as the other things I endured lately...
Because I spent the last three days barely able to walk and frequently in constant pain even when sitting. My back went out, and as a result, my muscles got strained, my hits started hurting, and even my legs ache. I was less deserving of this. I think I pulled a muscle at the gym last Friday, though ironically I think the problem started when I had to skip the normal exercises for much of the week. But this is happening a few times a year now, and it's making me nervous.
At the dentist, meanwhile, I had to fill out forms for things like allergies and medications. Allergies I did have to fill out, because I have ragweed and seasonal allergies, making most of my summers and/or early falls painful. My nose gets clogged, my eyes itch, and it just gets unpleasant. Fortunately, it's not true every year, but it's enough to get annoying. I'm mostly immune to sinus issues otherwise, at least normally. Lately, though, I have a habit of getting really awful colds and sinus infections, and both usually make my throat ruined as well. There are times when I can barely talk with these colds and infections.
As for the medications, I'm mostly fine, save for medications I rarely take for, sigh, my acne. It was horrible and slightly scarring back in late elementary school and junior high, improved slightly afterwards, but didn't really become managed until dermatologist visits some years back. Even so, I get the occasional breakout, though fortunately few on my face. It's not exactly a boost to my social life at the time.
Speaking of embarrassing things that happened as a kid, there were the obligatory braces. That started around 11 and was on and off until I was 14 or so, and even then there were the usual retainers, including at least two "incidents" with one in a garbage. But that's over now! Well, except for the metal wire I permanently have behind my lower jaw. In fact, the difficulty I have flossing back there is one of the reasons my teeth were so bad.
Completing my embarrassing childhood trifecta, there are the glasses. That one started earlier when I turned eight, and my eyes got worst throughout the rest of my schools. The glasses I wore were for the most part of the "dorky" variety, though I did FINALLY switch to contacts by late junior year in high school. Even that was a path of tears (literally.) It took me some months before my sensitive eyes were able to put contacts in, it regularly took me as many as 45 minutes to put the contacts in some mornings, and years later my eyes became increasingly irritated by the contacts or the solutions I used, and often I couldn't wear them for days on ends. I got better in the later years of college, but I didn't finally resolve that issue until a year or two after graduating from college, when I finally used laser eye surgery to resolve the damn things. Ah, knives slicing me open and concentrated radiation piercing my most delicate organs, is there nothing you can't do?
But all three of the traditional "childhood sucks" problems paled in what happened in junior high. It was actually the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I was at a friend's house, I hopped like 1 foot away from my current position, and my knee decided it didn't like this. It ended up quite a distance from where it normally was, and by the time it popped in again, my ligaments in that area were torn. I spent the next six weeks in a knee immobilizer and a good year after that using a leg brace in gym. It could have been far worse if I had any interest whatsoever in sports, but even so, it was a very uncomfortable summer, not to mention the constant physical therapy afterwards. On the plus side, whenever I sucked in gym for a long time, I had a perfect excuse.
I think that's the basics of my physical disappointments. Oh, there are more; the time I was swarmed by bees in high school (I luckily got out of there with only six stings or so,) the time I got a metal pipe jammed into the top of my mouth (totally my fault, but I was six,) and of course the deformed left index finger I got as a baby when I somehow grabbed onto the hot wiring of a lamp (not so bad; it's completely functional and actually looks kind of cool.) But you get the idea. This may of course be one of the reasons I'm a transhumanist; the desire to get your body "fixed" is more pleasant when so many things have been or are broken.
I feel bad a bit about this post, because it. Will be whiny. I know there are people who are suffering from cancer, AIDs, hideous deformities, blindness, deafness, missing limbs, and other, equally bad diseases and other conditions. I could have it so much worse. Nonetheless, after the week that I had, I feel I am entitled to complain a bit about my fate. This subject about my life will therefore be about all the ways my life could have been better, physically. Incidentally, I know I have almost no readers, but if I did, I have to ask any women who would ever possibly be interested in me to stop reading about now. If you persist anyway, you have been warned.
Today starts with a fun trip to the dentist office! There, I got my mouth X-Rayed, my gums poked and scraped, and I learned that I had as many as three cavities. Wee! Now, this one was my fault. I hadn't gotten my teeth checked up in years, so I expected some weakness there. Plus, while painful, it was nowhere near as bad as the other things I endured lately...
Because I spent the last three days barely able to walk and frequently in constant pain even when sitting. My back went out, and as a result, my muscles got strained, my hits started hurting, and even my legs ache. I was less deserving of this. I think I pulled a muscle at the gym last Friday, though ironically I think the problem started when I had to skip the normal exercises for much of the week. But this is happening a few times a year now, and it's making me nervous.
At the dentist, meanwhile, I had to fill out forms for things like allergies and medications. Allergies I did have to fill out, because I have ragweed and seasonal allergies, making most of my summers and/or early falls painful. My nose gets clogged, my eyes itch, and it just gets unpleasant. Fortunately, it's not true every year, but it's enough to get annoying. I'm mostly immune to sinus issues otherwise, at least normally. Lately, though, I have a habit of getting really awful colds and sinus infections, and both usually make my throat ruined as well. There are times when I can barely talk with these colds and infections.
As for the medications, I'm mostly fine, save for medications I rarely take for, sigh, my acne. It was horrible and slightly scarring back in late elementary school and junior high, improved slightly afterwards, but didn't really become managed until dermatologist visits some years back. Even so, I get the occasional breakout, though fortunately few on my face. It's not exactly a boost to my social life at the time.
Speaking of embarrassing things that happened as a kid, there were the obligatory braces. That started around 11 and was on and off until I was 14 or so, and even then there were the usual retainers, including at least two "incidents" with one in a garbage. But that's over now! Well, except for the metal wire I permanently have behind my lower jaw. In fact, the difficulty I have flossing back there is one of the reasons my teeth were so bad.
Completing my embarrassing childhood trifecta, there are the glasses. That one started earlier when I turned eight, and my eyes got worst throughout the rest of my schools. The glasses I wore were for the most part of the "dorky" variety, though I did FINALLY switch to contacts by late junior year in high school. Even that was a path of tears (literally.) It took me some months before my sensitive eyes were able to put contacts in, it regularly took me as many as 45 minutes to put the contacts in some mornings, and years later my eyes became increasingly irritated by the contacts or the solutions I used, and often I couldn't wear them for days on ends. I got better in the later years of college, but I didn't finally resolve that issue until a year or two after graduating from college, when I finally used laser eye surgery to resolve the damn things. Ah, knives slicing me open and concentrated radiation piercing my most delicate organs, is there nothing you can't do?
But all three of the traditional "childhood sucks" problems paled in what happened in junior high. It was actually the summer between 7th and 8th grade. I was at a friend's house, I hopped like 1 foot away from my current position, and my knee decided it didn't like this. It ended up quite a distance from where it normally was, and by the time it popped in again, my ligaments in that area were torn. I spent the next six weeks in a knee immobilizer and a good year after that using a leg brace in gym. It could have been far worse if I had any interest whatsoever in sports, but even so, it was a very uncomfortable summer, not to mention the constant physical therapy afterwards. On the plus side, whenever I sucked in gym for a long time, I had a perfect excuse.
I think that's the basics of my physical disappointments. Oh, there are more; the time I was swarmed by bees in high school (I luckily got out of there with only six stings or so,) the time I got a metal pipe jammed into the top of my mouth (totally my fault, but I was six,) and of course the deformed left index finger I got as a baby when I somehow grabbed onto the hot wiring of a lamp (not so bad; it's completely functional and actually looks kind of cool.) But you get the idea. This may of course be one of the reasons I'm a transhumanist; the desire to get your body "fixed" is more pleasant when so many things have been or are broken.
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