Taking anything for granted; how do I stop?

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feet, head, painful, painless, postaday2013, taking things for granted, value

Are all of you like me and forget that various body parts exists? I go through days, weeks and even months not even acknowledging my brain works in real time; aside from the fact that it is in constant use, not that I am consciously in tune with the fact that my brain is in constant motion; that is until the day comes that my brain starts to hurt. As soon as the brain starts hurting, that is when I am very cognizant of the fact that I have indeed a brain really attached to my body and pain receptors and that my brain is most definitely miserable. This headache has been plaguing me for two days and I finally broke down and took two ibuprofen but to no avail, this headache is nasty. I’m still able to read and write but in very small doses and I am operating on serious slow motion; any sudden movements starts the pain to lance in my head and that is most definitely not wanted. I wonder if this is in relation to the insane cold spell we are going through? It has been around zero degrees outside for two solid days; trust me in that I am counting the days to Monday when the temperatures will at last come back up to 30!

Another instance where I take a body part for granted is when I abuse my feet until the day I get a blister or I sprain one of them. I have sprained each one of my feet on different occasions several times and you forget how completely vital your feet are to independence until they are rendered useless for a relatively short time. I have bony knees and I have spent days crawling on my hands and knees around the house due to a sprained foot and boy did my knees pay the price. I am so uncoordinated that I was a hazard to myself using crutches, so it made my life safer crawling.

I am reading this as I type and I apologize if it seems disjointed; my brain is disjointed, but I think that overall I made my point. I shouldn’t take anything in my body for granted, I must respect my body parts and treat them with kindness because when they are unhappy, I am unhappy.

Sweet sixteen

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food, Italian sailor, postaday2013, Restaurant, restaurants, style, sweet sixteen, Venice

When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?

My best memory of my sixteenth year was the day of my birthday. We were in Venice, Italy and my parents, my little sister and I spent the day roaming the city, taking a gondola ride and that night we had the most delicious meal at a small Italian restaurant. I remember the restaurant well because it was empty, except for the female waiters and us, I remember feeling a little ill at ease because the waiters seemed at a loss as to what to do with us, we were there to eat so early. I thought at one point that the ladies were going to come over and feed us, they wanted to serve us so badly and keep occupied. If ever you eat out in Italy, don’t go until eight or nine at night; don’t go at seven, the waiters won’t know what to do with you. It was a fantastic meal, I know that. I remember the first course because it was a seafood salad served in a gorgeous seashell standing up on the plate. I know that it was sublime but that is all that I remember of the restaurant. I remember leaving the restaurant. On the way out as I was following my parents, I felt eyes following me and I turned around and there was a handsome Italian sailor smiling at me, my mother rained on my parade when she took my hand and pulled me with her in the opposite direction. I got a chance to smile and wave at him and he blew me a kiss. I remember what I was wearing, I was wearing red sandals and a very pretty white dress with a red belt around the waist, the neck line had beautiful embroidery all around it. I felt quite pretty that day. Overall I would rate it as one of my favorite birthday memories.

As to the question of what I dreamed of becoming when I grew up, I am pretty sure that I was still planning to go into medicine at that time. I had always wanted to be a surgeon, ever since I was a little girl and that hadn’t changed until the year where I developed an essential tremor in my hands, at sixteen. The same year that I took chemistry and hated it and the same year that I became ultra-rebellious. I stopped planning for a career in surgery and I felt a little unmoored for that whole year. I didn’t get back on track until my senior year of high school. I had a lot of anger during my junior year in high school for a lot of reasons.

I’ll get back to this story some other time, I have a headache right now and it has been plaguing me for two days now. This story needs to be told headache free. On a happy note, Venice is truly a city to visit. I absolutely loved it!