Lethargy begets Pain begets Lethargy

Lethargy begets Pain begets Lethargy

Years of sitting inside and not watching the world go by brings with it certain drawbacks that become more apparent as time plods on. One of them being lethargy. I’ve always been a rather lethargic person, there’s no escaping that truth – however, if these last twenty years in isolation have taught me anything it’s that lethargy can be dangerous. I believe it comes in stages, or levels if you will. There’s the original stage/level that defines it as lethargy: I can’t be bothered to do that thing today, I’ll do it tomorrow… Then there’s the next stage which escalates a touch: I can’t be bothered to do that thing today, I’ll put on the back burner for next week… and so on. The danger comes into it when you’ve spent so much time being lethargic and putting things on back burners, that the most menial of tasks becomes a question of whether it’s really that important to do it at all.
Case in point: I have the overwhelming fortune of having a few close friends that, to my utter surprise, accept me for the person I am. Now I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve become such an amazing actor that I can fool people into believing I’m quite normal, or whether they honestly like me for who I am. Anyway, recently I had the occasion to offer my office-come-guest-room to a close friend. (I haven’t had anybody in this apartment for the better part of nearly three years). I assumed that this offer would be met with a polite declination. This was not the case. The offer was tentatively accepted which gave me less than a week to prepare. Not an issue? Wrong. Big issue. My lethargy had gotten to the stage where three years of spring cleaning had been put on that back burner – not only that – I hadn’t used the room for anything except storage for that whole duration, and it was now brimming with recycling and unopened boxes of comics (plus other items that I will not accept as my own fault due to the inability to get them to a recycle point). My task for the week was to clean my apartment but more importantly, to get the room into a state so that it was inhabitable by a human.

Exercise or general fitness is another item that could come under the banner of lethargic necessity. Or to be more precise, my lethargy means that I’ve spent a good part of the last few years not getting any exercise. Now, I have to point out that I think that this part of my lethargy is a result of various physical and psychological conditions that I suffer with, but I’m almost positive that if I tried harder, I could probably get more exercise than I currently do. This digression is to highlight what a day of housework can do to an unconditioned, out-of-shape quinquagenarian that also suffers with arthritis, cervical spondylosis and an overall inflammation that seems to have ‘experts’ baffled. There are a number of other conditions that I could list but I think you get the point. So as I pull this digression to a close, we take up where we left off, a day of housework… If I was able to describe the amount of pain and discomfort that I went through whilst cleaning and also the subsequent agony I felt the next day(s) – I would be a far better writer than I am. Which isn’t very good, but I think I can string sentences together well enough for them to be understood. To put it in a way that will be understood, the following day I was unable to get out of bed. The next day I was able to get up but only as far as my rocking chair in front of my television. The next day I was able to move from said bed and chair to other parts of the apartment with a lot of effort … and so on.
At the end of the week, I was able to move in a relatively unawkward manner, well enough to do a spot of light cleaning to get the rest of the apartment in some semblance of readiness. This is when my friend advised me that he could not make it after all. And so I have a beautifully clean office to use, I relatively tidy apartment and a body that is able to adjust to movement.

This brings me to my final say on the matter, well, I’ll probably mention it again at some point but for today, in conclusion: Lethargy begets pain and so begets lethargy. Since my mammoth cleaning session I have done little to no exercise due to the amount of pain I know it will cause. So lethargy wins? There are times that I just want to be lethargic but those time a infrequent and do cause guilt and regret afterwards. But for my overall health, how do I remove lethargy from my DNA and input something that will give me a sustained ability to be mobile?
This is, of course, rhetorical. I know the answers but I’m just too lethargic to implement them.