Saturday, September 06, 2008 Deveza: Funny Songs By JB R. Deveza Freewheeling
I WAS driving my daughter to school the other day when my daughter said something that made me pause. A song I particularly liked was playing on the stereo and she asked, ever so sweetly: "Do you like listening to funny songs, Papa?"
I have never really found the songs I listen to amusing. I am a child of the 80s and 90s. But as far as I can tell, none of the songs of that "era" were funny.
I mean, does anybody find Sting "funny"? Or Peter Gabriel? Does anybody crack up when listening to the Eraserheads, the penultimate Pinoy band of my generation?
I have never thought myself old, even when I started sleeping with a pillow tucked under my thighs. I have chronic back pain, you see. Not too long ago I discovered I slept better this way. But old? No way.
Instead of seeing it as an unmistakable sign that the old engine is breaking down, I thought of it more as the natural effects of perhaps a nasty spill, even when I hadn't ridden my bike for weeks.
I've given up jogging. My knees can't take the constant pounding. And I have a collapsed arch from my days playing soccer so I have pretty much given up on running as exercise. Besides, why jog when one can cycle?
As I write these, my ankles are throbbing. Like Hell. Several months ago my knees acted up. It got so bad that I had to use a golf club to get around. I can't walk decent but not once did I think of using a cane. Canes are for patsies. Golf clubs, well, that's another story. And good thinking, don't you agree?
The doctor said I must have gout. I can't have gout. Only old people have them. Not me. There is wisdom to second opinions after all.
But I bought the painkillers and the Colchicine tablets just the same. No need limping around when access to years and years of medical research is on hand, you understand.
They say the only way to age gracefully is to embrace it and to sort of roll with the punches. But how can one, to use a cliché, age like wine when one can't even walk decent? I'm not even sure I can use the golf club trick again as my daughter seems to have gotten wiser.
Eureka!!
The secret to aging gracefully? Colchicine. And that's with the second opinion.
JB Deveza can also be read at: http://jbrdeveza.blogspot.com
