I have such an embarrassing health problem this week, and it had left me super frustrated with myself. The insoles I got a few months ago changed the position on my hips when I walk. Ultimately this has revolutionised the way I skate and is going to save me a lot of problems in future with my hips, feet and spine. In the short term the impact has been amazing too: when I got the insoles I had such a bad achillies injury that I was unable to walk 1/4 of a mile, now I can walk 4 whole miles almost pain free!
However… because the potiontion of my body has changed a litle, the little spots of everday chaffing, skin on skin, skin on fabric, that my body has been used to my whole life, have moved a little. Just an inch here and an inch there. It seems such a subtle change, but these bits of soft, fragile formerly chafe free skin now get brushed slightly with each step. The seam of my leggings, the eleastic of my underwear… these bastards are now my enemies!
So, over weeks and months I have has sores, abrasions and blisters the size of 5p pieces cropping up all over my thighs and bum. And there is really no respite, other than lying down all day, there isn’t much i can do to make these heal. Talc, vaseline, ointments designed for athletes… huge German underwear… nothing really works.
The current problem is a bloodblister the size of my thumbnail on that bit where the bottom meets the upper thigh. It’s painful enough that I haven’t walked anywhere for 3 days, and I have my period too, which just makes everything worse really. It’s bad enough that I might have to miss derby training… not cool! So, I am pretty mad as you can imagine!
However, in a moment of utter bleakness I was thinking about what a blister actually is. It’s basically my body’s way of protecting itself. And pain, thats my warning signal that something is wrong. While the need to slow down and heal feels so frustrating inconvenient, my body is doing some pretty cool things right now, and it’s good that I take a moment to appreciate that and be that thankful.
So, with a half-full glass of metaphorical champagne I say “cheers” to the blister on my ass and all the fluids who sail in her! My body is a wonderful thing.