Pain?

As I reach the mid 60 sumptins, ruminating on aches and pains becomes a thing.  It's a whole genre of philosophy on it's own.  What is it, why is it, how do I deal with it, and why does THAT hurt now?  It seems to come with the territory.  It's the prize you win for making it that far in life.  The old saying is very true; Only the living feel pain.

If I sat down and tried to list it all.... futile.  Old ones fade and new ones take their place.  What's that scar from?  Jumped through a window.  That one? Aftermarket knee.  That one? Had my hand gutted by a blade.  How about this one?   What... when did I get that one?

The thing is, if I paid attention and medicated them away I'd be a 24/7 zomboid.  That's why I make it a goal to differentiate pain from pain, and aches just are.  Some need to be dealt with, and most are just... lived with.

Side note, that's how I realized those 'Good Drugs' are problematic.  I took some for something, crushed digit or something, and woke up feeling great.  No pain at all.  Scared the crap out of me.  I can see where that would be an easy road, right up till the pill bottle owned your soul.

So I pick the battles.  Right now, the strongest thing I take is Tylenol and aspirin. Two of each, taken together.  Old medic doc taught me that one.  It works, mostly.  Even that is not often.  Maybe once a month.  The rest of the 24/7 every day?  Just move past it.  It doesn't own you unless you let it.