One Thing or Another: Comparatively Speaking
By Mark McNease
It’s always One Thing or Another… a lighthearted look at aging, life, and the absurdities of it all.
Sometimes an ache or pain is just life reminding us we’re alive, and it’s time to get on with it.
What is it about aging that has so many of us comparing aches and pains, as if we’re war veterans comforted by knowing we’re not the only ones wounded? Life can feel like combat when you’ve lived enough of it, and maybe the time simply arrives when the scars we have to show each other are the results of putting so many decades behind us.
I remember hearing people the age I am now talking about knee stiffness, back pain, inflamed joints, and the malaise that comes with blowing past the time when dying young was an option. “It’s better than the alternative,” we say, assuming the alternative is a cemetery plot or an urn from the local crematorium. We console ourselves knowing we’ve outlasted and outlived so much, but the body knows better the prices we pay. Friends long gone. Parents a memory that somehow becomes more cherished with the erosion of time. The increasing effort needed to get into a car, climb a staircase, and some days just get out of bed.
Aging has its own vocabulary. Despite my determination never to learn its language, I find it inescapable. When my rotator cuff is torn, or my knuckles are complaining, or my walk has more of a waddle than a jaunt, I’m forced to express it with an age-appropriateness I’d once dreaded. Even medication gets tossed into the conversational mix, something I had been convinced would never happen. I had no interest in spending my Sunday evening filling a pill box with the days of the week abbreviated on it: S-M-T-W, ad infinitum. I’ve managed to stave that off, taking my two prescriptions directly from their bottles, or putting them in a small plastic container that could hold gold shavings instead of a generic cholesterol drug and a tablet for acid reflux.
Now, when I’m with my peers, the topic can just as easily be a comparison of aches and ailments as the top news of the day. My arm hurts, his back has gone out. My vision is blurrier than usual, she has a cyst. We all have something causing us pain and worry, and while we may not spend too much time contemplating our own mortality, the finite nature of the bodies we in habit is impossible to ignore.
Still, I’ll take the trade-offs of a long life over the interrupted potential of a short one. I’d rather be around to talk about a stiff neck and breakthrough in denture care than to be remembered by the people I’ve left behind. It’s absolutely worth it, all this comparing of notes. We eventually get around to discussing the sunrise, or our plans for a trip somewhere, or how much we love each other—comparatively speaking. Sometimes an ache or pain is just life reminding us we’re alive, and it’s time to get on with it.
Mark McNease is the author of ten novels, two short story collections and six produced plays. He was the co-creator of the Emmy and Telly winning children’s program Into the Outdoors. He currently lives in rural New Jersey with his husband and two cats. He can be found most days at MarkMcNease.com
2 Comments
Jean Ryan
A tender point of view. Love it. I miss my robust youth but cherish the wisdom and compassion that comes with age.
Mark
Thanks! I can’t raise my right arm and it inspire me to write this. Seeing an orthopedist about it.