Slowing down workaholic style
I appreciate being healthy. I feel for so many people that don’t have my luck. And I think health is largely luck. Isn’t good health the most precious of gifts? I think so, and the last thing I want to do is moan and groan about something a trivial as a cough. I’ve got one. This is day seventeen. Not that I’m counting. All right, I am counting.
A doctor friend of mine would brook no moaning about trivial diseases. If your arm wasn’t hanging off or you weren’t a candidate for the emergency room, in his opinion, you were a hypochondriac. I used to play squash with this fellow. His wife told me of coming upon him in the bathroom. She thought he was shaving. That was until she realize he was calmly sewing up a squash-inflicted gash across his eyebrow.
Squash is one of those games that insurance companies don’t really like you playing. I was hit in the head with the ball during a game. It hurt. Good players hit the ball with their racket. But soon I felt better. That was until about 2 a.m. when I woke up with a raging headache on one side of my head. My doctor friend (who, by the way, had hit me with the ball) did come and look at me. He rather nonchalantly thought I had a migraine headache or a brain tumor. Frankly, this scared the willies out of me.
It so happened I recovered and felt no other side effects. Now some people I know may believe that this event is the reason for my general lack of intelligence and inability to maintain a suitable standard of kitchen hygiene. It’s always wise to have something to point to as evidence during a marital discussion. I have since abandoned gladiatorial squash for slightly safer badminton. For a fellow in his mid-fifties, this makes sense. Well, some sense.
I’ve heard it said that, for us in the West, illness is our meditation. Nothing else can slow some of us down and it’s those workaholics that need to slow down most. Many of us only slow down enough to stare at the ceiling from a hospital bed. This is surely workaholic slowing down. I say, slow down now, before it’s too late.
Thank you to the superbly intelligent and kind person who just bought a slowdownnow.org t-shirt. May your slowness increase.