Petri dishes and pain

Pain is part of life.

I grew up with intense ear aches, leg aches, and joints that were forever out of whack.

Which allergies I have is less important than the degree of allergic reaction I have to each thing.

My body seems to dislike itself as much as it does foreign invasions.

I can do the simplest things and pull muscles or dislocate joints.

I have often gone to bed feeling fine and awakened injured.

No doctor can tell me why

If I had been conceived in earlier times I would have died before I was born caesarean, or died from pneumonia before I was one, so perhaps I was never meant to be. Maybe I am a biological mistake that escaped that great Petri dish in the sky and landed on earth.

It is embarrassing and painful and just a plain pain in the neck to deal with all these things. It makes me feel like a hypochondriac, which I am not.

I don't know what to do about all of this, so I generally just push on through and try to ignore whatever is wrong and gets in my way, which ends up making most things worse.  Still, I've done it for 66 years.

I've heard everything will be okay in the end, so if everything is not okay, it's not the end. I suppose that should leave me hopeful.

But . . .