A hobbling, three-legged monster
Ever seen Frankenstein, the movie?
Full disclosure, I haven’t. So I don’t really know what it’s all about, except that some crazy doctor on the top of a mountain in a castle is building some sort of monster, that he’s putting together from pieces of other humas.
Gross, I’d imagine.
And also, quite scary when the movie was first released.
I’ve always imagined Frankenstein himself hobbling around like he had three legs or that he couldn’t walk properly one on them. So that it made him walk slowly and and weird.
And, you know what?
That was almost how I felt a day after I’d been babysitting my niece. We’d been out in the park, not too far from our house, playing. She’d been cycling on her little bike and we’d brought a football and some shovels and buckets to play with in the sand.
But, like with most little kids, things stop being fun after a while.
And so it was that when we were due to return to the house, she didn’t want to either bike home, nor did she want to carry the toys either.
In fact, she claimed she was so tired that I needed to carry her.
And the toys.
I don’t know about you, but have you ever tried and argue with a three year old stubborn kid and it’s raining outside and you need to go home?
You just have to let them win.
There and then.
And so it was, that I had to succumb to her will and carry her, plus the bike, plus all the toys, through a heavy rain shower.
Since I had to carry the little girl on top of my right shoulder, then use my left arm to roll the bike, while also holding on to the bag with the toys and the football, I had to assume this awkward, forward pitching stance.
Just like I imagine Frankenstein would’ve walked like.
To say that I was spent when I came back home, was an understatement. I had serious difficulties lifting the arm that I had been rolling my bike with.
Not only that, but I was also freezing cold because I hadn’t dressed properly for being outside in the rain.
I really wanted to lay down and relax, but I couldn’t do it. My niece needed to change her clothes, I had to put the toys away, then cook her dinner and so on. All while being tired myself.
And it just occurred to me.
I don’t think I could’ve done that if I’d suffered from a chronic pain disorder like so many other people are doing.
Even lifting up a little child must feel like you’re competing in a strongman competition. Your back is literally burning.
It feels like a thousand wasps are stinging you from inside when you’re lifting your arm and carrying weight.
And walking with an erect arm with weight on it — it makes your joints feel like they’ve been put in boiling water.
Fortunately, if this is you, you don’t have to go to the doctor and beg on your knees to convince him or her to issue you a prescription.
No, Mother Nature has a different option — CBD oil. It may be a little expensive. And it may taste a little bad. But the results, at least if you look at the thousands of patients who have had their lives given back to them again, are mind blowing.
So, bottom line is, if you want to be like Frankenstein and be in pain, carry on with your life and do nothing about it.
If you want to do something about that pain — why don’t you check out CBD oil.