"An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."
Gag. What an irritating aphorism, especially when one is deep in the throes of creative or social activity. What about "Only the good die young?"
But here I am. I did not listen to my body. And now I am dictating this blog post to my husband Matt (thanks, Matt!) because I did not heed the warnings of tender wrists, and thus need to limit my computer use, music time, and need to stop doing everything that uses my hands in order to heal.
Just the other day I made a proclamation that all the "helpful" people who have been telling me that I should "take it easy," can all go to hell. The next morning I woke up with my wrists on fire. There's got to be some middle ground here, people!
I'm putting a call out to the universe: I'm up for wise, gentle input. I'll do my best to listen. But if that wisdom could come in a more palatable package (in the form of a hip little frog with a round belly) I might be more likely to listen. . .
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