{"id":1910,"date":"2019-04-03T10:16:53","date_gmt":"2019-04-03T14:16:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/?p=1910"},"modified":"2019-04-03T10:16:56","modified_gmt":"2019-04-03T14:16:56","slug":"the-all-over-creaky-sore-funk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/?p=1910","title":{"rendered":"The all-over creaky, sore funk"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sore. So \u2026 sore. Not pain. Pain is more specific. It signals\ninjury. That you hurt one thing, in one specific place. It\u2019s isolated. But not\nsore. Sore is everywhere. Sore is kind of a \u2026 creaky funk? An all-over malaise.\nAn affliction. A general misery.&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sore is \u2026 well \u2026 sore is getting older. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This occurred to me the other day as I bent over to pick up\na piece of trash outside my office. Thanks to gravity, I had no trouble getting\ndown there. But as I faced the prospect of standing back up, my body creaked\nand groaned like a diesel-belching steam shovel. \u201cOWWCHHHH!\u201d I moaned as I got\nback to my feet. It must have been terrifying because two college students\nobserving this whole episode in the hallway stared in horror. \u201cAre you ok?\u201d\nthey asked. I think they nearly ran to get a defibrillator. Or maybe a shovel,\nfiguring it was better to whack me over the head, put me out of my misery and\nbury me in the back parking lot. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI think \u2026 I think \u2026 I\u2019m getting old,\u201d I told them, out of\nbreath and propped up against the wall. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYep, by the looks of it, I would say you\u2019re there,\u201d one of\nthem said. \u201cMaybe you should see someone about that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yep \u2026 maybe I should. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">So sore! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019ve been re-doing my mother\u2019s kitchen cabinets with my\nbrother, and because my IQ is embarrassingly low, I figured this was also a\ngood time to make some major changes to my laundry room. A little drywall here.\nSome paint over there. New cabinets and generally anything that can swallow\nevery minute of a weekend. It\u2019s not difficult work, per se, but it requires\nlots of ups and downs, bending over, lifting things, drinking beer very early\nin the morning. House project stuff! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Not grueling, but sore-inducing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And I have found that a 46-year-old body thinks these kinds\nof things are repulsive and a major drag. Didn\u2019t used to be. No, it was never\nan issue before. Never anything to dwell on. Never anything that left you so achy\nthe next week that you have to ask your wife, \u201cSeriously, hon, did you beat me\nwith a 2X4 again last night while I was asleep? You can\u2019t do that!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Weird muscles in my thighs ache. My fingers are stiff and\nthrob. I went to make coffee one morning and found myself in a heap on the\nfloor crying, \u201cJust \u2026 can\u2019t \u2026 do \u2026 it! Teaspoon is TOO heavy!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My daughter finished it for me. \u201cThere, there, sad pathetic\nman,\u201d she said. \u201cLet\u2019s get you back in your rocking chair.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And then there is the part that makes me the most sore: When\npeople tell me, \u201cNow, take it slow. You\u2019re not as young as you <em>used<\/em> to be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Wowzers! I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s muscular, skeletal or some\nkind of nerve thing, but that just shoots through me like deranged lightning. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cNot as young as I used to be?\u201d What does that even mean?!?\nLike a baby could do this better than me? That\u2019s just cruel. True, but cruel! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And I am doing it. I\u2019m sore, and can barely apply paperclips\nto sheets of paper, but I\u2019m not slowing down. Forget you, soreness! I\u2019ll just\nget someone else to stir my coffee from now on. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sore. So \u2026 sore. Not pain. Pain is more specific. It signals injury. That you hurt one thing, in one specific place. It\u2019s isolated. But not sore. Sore is everywhere. Sore is kind of a \u2026 creaky funk? An all-over malaise. An affliction. A general misery.   <\/p>\n<p>Sore is \u2026 well \u2026 sore is getting older. <\/p>\n<p>This occurred to me the other day as I bent over to pick up a piece of trash outside my office. Thanks to gravity, I had no trouble getting down there. But as I faced the prospect of standing back up, my body creaked and groaned like a diesel-belching steam shovel. \u201cOWWCHHHH!\u201d I moaned as I got back to my feet. It must have been terrifying because two college students observing this whole episode in the hallway stared in horror. \u201cAre you ok?\u201d they asked. I think they nearly ran to get a defibrillator. Or maybe a shovel, figuring it was better to whack me over the head, put me out of my misery and bury me in the back parking lot. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[575,557,563],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1910","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2019-nutshells","category-getting-old-er-older","category-houses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1910","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1910"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1910\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1911,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1910\/revisions\/1911"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1910"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1910"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nutshellcity.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1910"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}