Dealing with Physical Discomfort

I won't be writing much tonight. I didn't write for several days because it is uncomfortable to sit in the chair at the computer. I think I have pulled a muscle in my back, just above the hip and below the waist. It may have been my fault.

At 70, I'm used to "twinges in the hinges," at least in the places that typically affect me - knees, sometimes bursitis in the shoulder. Several days ago, my knee was really carrying on and I thought maybe, after all the crocheting I've been doing, keeping me in a steady position, the hamstring was acting up. So, I stood, and did a few bend-at-the-waist toe touches. After ten of those, the hamstring felt better. Hmmm. So, I did ten more. Then I got on the floor, spread my legs and touched the toes on each foot, stretching and twisting. Felt good. Hmmm. So I did a few more. Get the picture?

When this "twinge" in my back started the next day, I worried about kidney problems, then I recalled the stretches. One Tylenol Arthritis isn't quite doing it this time. I might take two tonight, and try to get some real sleep.

Anyhow, I've come to realize that sometimes, the Lord knows I need a little rest, and he nudges me in that direction. I'm able to get my normal daily tasks finished, but it isn't easy. I do not mind dealing with physical discomfort. Too many issues in my past have taught me how to shrug it off. The thing I find difficult is when it limits my daily productivity. Then I get mad at myself.

Dear God, forgive my annoyance with this discomfort, and guide me toward its healing; meanwhile, bless me with the grace to sense how to move sensibly, and whisper to me the things I should and shouldn't do while you are healing me.