I had a terrible day yesterday. I'd already been dealing with low energy for a few days, and I wonder if that's a result of being indoors and stationary for more than I'm used to. But then last night around 7:00 I started to get a headache, and over the next hour it got worse and worse. My head was hot and the rest of me was shivering, and by 8:30 or so I was covered in sweat and pretty miserable. I took some ibuprofen and tried to do everything I could to just fall asleep, which finally happened around 10 or so. I woke up about 4 this morning and felt all better, so I don't know what was going on yesterday...
But it definitely got me thinking about PAIN, and all the different kinds of pain we endure. I remember when I was really sick two summers ago, it was the first time in my life that I had to deal with any serious, long-lasting pain. When my pneumonia turned into something worse, I went through 2-3 weeks of absolute misery. It hurt to take every breath, coughing was a nightmare, and in the worst two days before I got serious medical help, it sometimes took me 10 minutes to shift positions in bed because everything hurt so much.
By the time I finally had my surgery, I had been sick for about 5 and 1/2 weeks. And I (and everyone around me) learned something very interesting. Apparently I have a surprisingly high tolerance for pain. Who knew? My surgery was very invasive, (they had to puncture, drain and deflate my left lung amongst other things) and the doctors and nurses were all shocked at how little pain medication I took in the days immediately following. That continued when I cam home from the hospital. I can't say that I took none of the painkillers I had, but it was a much smaller amount than anyone expected. Some of that was because I was just happy to not be sick anymore, but I also just didn't feel like I needed them.
I recall thinking then, and still do now, that I had at least gained some appreciation for what people who deal with chronic pain must be feeling. And I hoped that I would never experience something like that again. So here I am two years later, injured instead of sick, but dealing with it again. The pain in this case doesn't compare to before, but it's still real. My leg hurts when I wake up in the morning, or whenever it's been in one place for too long. And because I can't use my right leg, now other places hurt. The sides of my chest hurt from the crutches, my hip hurts if I use the scooter too much, and my left foot hurts whenever I stand for too long on the crutches. And then came whatever happened to me yesterday, and everything was magnified.
And yet with all of that, I've had a number of people comment to me that I seem to be awfully upbeat (or at least not as down as they were expecting). I decided as I recovered from the pneumonia and surgery to just not let things bother me. Life's too short and there's too much to be happy about in the world to get dragged down by the little stuff. And while that's easy to say, it's not always so easy to do, but I've found that it works for me - at least so far. I can't say that I'm
happy to be dealing with this injury, but I know that it's temporary, and that it could have been worse. And if I work my ass off during the recovery, I should be stronger and in better shape when I'm done than when it happened.
Back to the title of this post, pain often comes hand-in-hand with pleasure, and I had another example of that just yesterday before my head started to hurt. By the way, if you HATE sports, I'd recommend you stop reading this post now. :)
For anyone that's a sports fan (except for football addicts) the 6 weeks from the beginning of April to the middle of May is arguably the best time of the year. The NBA and NHL are wrapping up their regular seasons, and playoffs start in two weeks. The Masters is this weekend; the Kentucky Derby next month. The NASCAR season is in full swing. March Madness ended yesterday (Congrats Huskies!). And most importantly, baseball is back.
LET'S GO METS! LET'S GO METS! LET'S GO METS! LET'S GO METS!
Sorry, got a little distracted there. So yesterday I was watching the Rangers play the Bruins on National TV from Madison Square Garden. There are 3 games left in the NHL season, and the Rangers are clinging to the last playoff spot in the East. Most hockey experts believe they can be a team to be reckoned with if they get into the playoffs, but they have to get in first. They hold their own destiny, but losing any of their last three games takes that control away from them. And just like the Mets of '07 and '08, last year the Rangers held their own destiny to the final day of the season, when they lost (in a shootout) and finished one point out of the playoffs.
In any event, once that sense of despair set in, something quite astonishing happened. The Rangers got a lucky bounce on a rebound and scored to make it 3-1. And right near the end of the period the same guy (go Vinny!) scored again so we went to the third period trailing 3-2.
The announcers, who were neutral, started the third by talking about how Boston is a team that doesn't give up leads. They've outscored their opponents by 40 goals in the third period this year, and only lost 5 games all year in which they had even a 1-goal lead at any point. So with their work cut out for them the Rangers dug in ... but as the minutes ticked away (20 ... 18 ... 15 .... 12 ... 8 .... 5) hope seemed to as well. When Brandon Dubinsky scored off an unbelievable pass from Ryan Callahan with less than 4 minutes remaining to tie the game, the crowd went wild, and I was happier than I've been since the injury happened. When Michael Sauer scored about 50 seconds later, I started to tear up. And by the time Derek Stepan scored an empty-net goal to seal the 5-3 win I was crying outright.
A last note on the game before I wrap up. As a hockey or sports fan, in case you're curious about just how amazing that comeback was, try on this stat. The Rangers and Bruins are two of the NHL's "Original Six" teams, which means they've been playing each other since 1942. In the multiple hundreds of games they've played against each other since then, this is the first time the Rangers have EVER won a game against Boston after being down 3-0. Craziness...
Anyway, back the main topic. It's astonishing how quickly you can go from pain to pleasure and back again. In the span of an hour yesterday I went from being dejected about the Rangers playoff chances, to ecstatic about the comeback to laid out with a monster headache. Whether that's the emotions of a simple hockey game, or surgery to fix weeks of agony, the two will always be tied together.
More to come....
And a quick postscript about the game. It turns out that the heart and soul of the Rangers, Ryan Callahan, fractured his ankle while blocking a shot late in the game to protect the rangers new-found lead. He's out indefinitely, and will probably miss the entire playoffs. Pleasure to pain for him and the team too....