Growing up there was one word banished from our vocabulary…the ‘B’ word…’bored‘. If a child in the household uttered the forbidden word in a typically whinny voice, “I’m bored” there was sure to be a chore or two with their name on it.
Today, as a very mature adult, read ‘old’ I am feeling, wait for it, ‘bored‘. During the past few weeks I have been encouraged by a very high level of energy to be overly active. Long walks, grass cutting, gardening and more have resulted in an inflamed gluteus maximus. That’s right, I have a pain in the ass. One that I can’t blame on anyone in particular.
The hip that I had replaced last year has made an amazing recovery but reminds me from time to time that it wants some TLC. I can enjoy outings with the Nordic Pole Walking Group or Chair Yoga but need to balance the day with quieter pursuits.
Now that I have angered the muscle I find myself wandering around the house looking for the next good book to read, a movie or television program to watch and a comfortable chair. The doctor prescribed rest, ice and an anti-inflammatory. This leaves me annoyed and yes ‘bored‘. Wouldn’t it have been great when I was a kid to have rejected those chores from my parents by merely saying “the doctor wants me to rest”?