The Specific Insults to My Body and Their Cures, A Visual Retrospective
EVENT: Loaded huge boxes of my stuff into upstairs crawl space at the Purple House in Chapel Hill, NC, January 1991. Crawl space was almost tall enough for me to stand, meaning I was slightly stooped for the entire ordeal.
AFTERMATH: Immediate, unfathomable back pain. Continued several episodes throughout the 1990s. Finally in summer 2000, played basketball and fell down subway stairs, and ended up in osteopath hospital. Spent months with a cane in unbearable, searing pain that no drug or massage therapist could abate.
CURED: May 2001 by a set of abdominal exercises shown to me by actor and Pilates instructor Jessica Arinella.
EVENT: Pushed giant city trash bin up the driveway shown above, August 1999. Bin slipped forward, sending lip of trashcan across the bridge of my nose. Blood spurted 15 feet, misdiagnosed at hospital.
AFTERMATH: Spent 13 years with a deviated septum. Got sicker and sicker with each compacted sinus virus, until 2011, when I had strep four times in one year.
CURED: Surgery May 2012. Recovery was long and awful, but ultimately successful.
Langdon, Dana, Lindsay, me in Central Park, June 1997
EVENT: Played "Chicken" in the pool at Timber Hollow Apartments in Chapel Hill, around 2am, September 1997. The wonderful Langdon Nadeau was on my shoulders, equally-fabulous Dana was on fan favorite Lindsay Bowen's shoulders. During a vicious battle, Langdon slipped and nearly took my head off. Neck on left side twisted into something unnatural.
AFTERMATH: Couldn't effectively drive a car for a month, due to inability to turn my head to check blind spot, or even approaching traffic. Left side of neck pinpointed as source for chronic headaches. Even now, need a special pillow to sleep, or else a 2-day migraine ensues.
CURED: Not really. Maxalt tablets help in emergencies. Learned meditation techniques to relax left side of back.
EVENT: Shitty childhood.
AFTERMATH: Long bouts of depression, bursts of paralyzing anxiety, ADD combined with PTSD, sensory integration. Random phobias (flying) that came out of nowhere, odd sense of entitlement mixed with self-loathing. Need for affirmation only eclipsed by desire not to be judged. Sort of a dick.
CURE: Holding Lulubeans for the first time, April 14, 2005.
Posted by Ian Williams at February 3, 2013 11:37 PM