Accupuncture

As I move into ping.FM and Twitter to microblog the quotidian, I am find it is increasingly harder for me to use blogging as a personal space. I am gradually leaving blogging to the realm of "big think" publishing that takes longer to write and produce and certainly longer to read and react to.

Yet today I am making an exception because there's another reason for my not writing as much as I would like to. That reason is pain.

I have been consumed by the pain that ails me and my body at any given time of the day for the last year and a half. And yes, I speak of my body as a separate entity because as someone who is her 40s, I am suffering from the realities of this twilight age where the youthfulness of my body doesn't mesh with the decomposing realities of a body that by evolutionary standards should have been turned to dust if not 5 years ago, then right about now.

Pain is nothing new in my blogging life. Actually, as I created this blog to break free from the shackles of a writing block that I had dragged into motherhood from my years as a PhD candidate, I found that the only thing I could rant about was pain. Here's an example from 2003 :