by Edwin » Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:52 pm
Yes, Smiley, some of those things make us feel badly and we feel like our lives are devalued, but we find value in what we are, who we are, and what we do. I know your voice condition bothers you, but I hope it doesn't make you feel too badly. I have a tendency to feel badly about a few things. One is that my Mom and Dad wanted badly for me to play the piano. I didn't learn to play the piano until many years after they were dead, and I know they would have loved to have heard me play the piano! But I am happy that I can play it now, as well as playing my trombones, but I have been neglecting them in favor of the piano. I love to sing, and I have sung with many various musical singing groups over the years. I have a very fine quality voice, and if you would give me a voice test you would be amazed, but I don't have strength in my voice. It is beautiful for the first verse of the song, it is still fairly strong for the second, it is going on the third, and it is gone on the fourth to where I am gasping for breath and trying to make the high notes be heard. But, I still love to sing!
I feel badly that I got into a horse accident when I was 21 years old. I badly broke my wrist, and it has not been the same since. I have fairly good strength in it by now, and I can do most anything with it. If I use a shovel, an axe, a pick, a rock bar, turn screws by hand, and basically anything that I grip with my hand and do work, if I do that repeatedly for a few days, then toward morning I lose sensation in it, and I have to get out of bed to get the feeling back; otherwise it hurts. I can play the piano hour after hour all day long without any exhaustion unless I have been doing some of the above activities, and then I can only play 3 or 4 songs, and my hand loses feeling so that I have to quit for 15 minutes or so, and then I can go back to playing the piano again.
The horse accident was really a stupid thing that happened. My ex brother-in-law before he was married to my sister thought he would have some fun with us so he brought a small one ton truck full of horses up to our place to play with us. The horse that I was riding had the main shaved off/trimmed closely, so I had nothing to hang on to except the reins. I was riding bare back, and was I ever having fun. The horse jumped a ditch, and I hollared "Whoa," not I wanted the horse to stop, but it was an expression of pleasure. The horse was trained to stop on command and I shot off over the horse's head and hit the ground/baked manure hard, as the horse was in a gallop. Each bone was completely severed, and you can't belive the pain, that is until they pulled my bones out and set them in place, and after that I was okay.
The only problem I have from that is what I have described above. Many times I wished I had not gotten on that horse, but it is about 46 years too late for that! I do have a lot to be thankful for. I am now two years older than my Dad was when he died, and in most ways I am in very good health, and take no medications for anything. I am capable of working harder than most any adult, and I love to work, but I just don't like the pressure of feeling like I am not getting enough accomplished, or that I am not meeting deadline! I am my own worst enemy!