A dash of humor is good for the soul

I am suffering from pain from my left shoulder to my wrist. The constant soreness and numbness is just annoying and restricts my regular fun activities.  Since the pain lingered for over a week, I started seeing a chiropractor. The doctor was confident that he can fix me in 6 sessions. I am counting on him. To keep the pain at bay, I wear a wrist brace.

I conjured stories to respond to my friends about my injury. I thought I will share these stories here.

Story 1:
Back in my varsity days, I had a crush on a very charming either Finnish or Norwegian guy. The facts are blur to me since this happened so long ago. He is absolutely good looking with a very nice smile. We attended the same security class every Tuesday afternoon. He was working on his Masters while I was working on my Bachelor degree. When he smiled at me, I felt like I was in heaven. Somehow at that time, he had the uncanny ability to brighten my day. I saw him recently in a crowded space and the happy feeling of seeing him just came back to me. He was about 30 feet away from me. I tried to push myself through the crowd to get closer to him. I hurt my shoulder and lost sight of him. Sigh... I will have to content with the fact that Igor will only be a figment of my imagination.

Story 2:
There was a very cute guy at yoga and he was practicing next to me on my left side. Instead of practicing self awareness and concentrate on my practice, I was constantly stealing a glance at him from time to time. I am being punished for lack of concentration at yoga. Gosh... cute guys are so distracting.

Story 3:
T'is the season to shop and contribute to the economy. Shopping is a wonderful sport that requires money, time and stamina. While shopping over the weekend, I saw this gorgeous cobalt colored dress. Guess what, a lady was also eyeing for the same dress. We both grabbed it at the same time and both would not let go. It was a tub-of-war and we gave each other the evil eye too. Alas, I let her have the dress. The next day, I noticed pain on my shoulder which I attribute to the tug-of-war. It sure didn't pay to be kind.

It donned to me that I have changed. Let me explain why. If this incident were to happen to me when I first moved to the States a decade ago, I would provide the explanation. Also, I would be bewildered why one would respond with humor on such serious matter. At least, I have learnt to chill on some occasions which is good.