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September 30, 2015
I feel good for my age. I have no major complaints except for the strep throat that I just overcame. After I dealt with the pain for the past four days, reflecting back on it now, I realize it made me feel as if hell was placed squarely in my throat.
The pain was so bad that I'm pretty sure my inner throat was outlined with pins, like the creature Pinhead from Hellraiser. Do you remember that movie? It was as if a thousand pins were lodged inside my esophagus, tearing my internal flesh with any quiver of my throat muscles.
I couldn't eat or sleep, nor even swallow my own saliva. My body rejected anything I wanted to eat, even if I proclaimed, "Down the hatch!" My stomach wasn't buying what I was shoveling in. Most of the time, I wound up drooling like a dog staring at a plate of food his owner refused to give him.
The good news is that I bounced back from the illness with bodacious resiliency. I'm now 15 pounds lighter, and my craving for food could be best satisfied by locating the nearest Golden Corral, an all-you-can-eat buffet.
This food-eating frenzy must be what my children's resiliency is like when my boys seem to bounce back from anything that occurs to them. Youth is King, and the sick and old can only reminisce about how it was when we were young and held our own youth crown.
Watch a kid take a tumble, shrug it off, and get right back up. If I hit my head or fall and act as if I didn't hurt, it's only because I'm embarrassed, but rest assured, I'm wincing in pain and more than likely crying like a baby later on in the day.
Do my kids cry if they trip and fall hard to the ground?
Only briefly until something distracts them, like a butterfly passing by, and all is forgotten.
What if my boys run into a door?
Who cares? Brush it off as if it didn't hurt. If I ran into a door, I'd swear someone shut it when I knew it was open, even though, more likely than not, I was the one who shut it.
Fall off their bike and tumble hard onto the ground?
Childs play. They're more concerned about their bike being scratched. Okay, I'll give it to them if I fall off my bicycle. I'd complain about the money I paid for it.
Nothing gets to these boys, not even being sick, because their imagination takes away all their fear. Daddy's reassurance comforts them when they need validation that everything will be okay.
I can only surmise that all kids are like this. I wish I could bottle their fountain of youth, but not sell it, so I can drink their youth to heal my own bumps and bruises. Hmm, that sounds like a horror movie.
But now that the absolute horror of my painful throat affliction is gone, I can be thankful that my boys didn't catch such a nasty ailment. I can be grateful that if they did, they could quickly recover from it because their youth is King, but my youth is in my prime, and that ain't bad.
Captain Imperfecto
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