I Wish We Replaced the Word “Weight” With “Strength” When Sharing Online

(Obviously) unretouched photos

My health routine is too boring to write about really…

But I want to keep sharing about what many progressively whacked patients go through everyday (even if I’m not the most compliant), while also seeming to scream “hire me!” with my parched portraits of newly represented model and acting; framing you by showing my recovering form in frame.

You didn’t ask for this, but now you’re here. Let’s learn some things…

I should be doing 2 - 3 nebulizer sessions per day, using 3 different inhaled medications (steroids, mucus thinners, and antibiotics), and taking a whole host of medicines, intensive sinus care and doing lung clearance galore.

I'll be honest when I say I rarely achieve it. I used to do my nebs in the car on the way to dance, but mask-wearing has cut down on infections in the last couple of years.

I think of (thought of) dance as my best lung clearance and it often it is (was). If I'm hurt and dance less, my health goes down, and I get sicker faster. It’s maybe even why I react so strongly when I find myself on the sidelines.. outside of the whole abject loss of purpose, friendship, outlying community and catharsis bit.

I’ve been struggling with my strength (I wish we replaced the word “weight” with “strength” when sharing online) and digestive systems most of all, but resent the whole thing.

I think frequently about carving out time and money to return to a dance-based physical therapist I found a few injuries back who I loved and respected, but insurance doesn't cover it, and it's just another "thing" to schedule in (at best) or too painful to drive to (at ‘courant’).

I love doing my own barre and therapies at home when I'm well, but when I'm injured (Like most months of the last 2 years?), I'm also terrified of wrecking everything and not being able to move again. 

You didn’t ask for this, but now you’re here, and I can’t thank you enough if you skimmed these sloppy syllables so far.

But why am I still writing about this stuff?

Because I’m alive, I guess. I mean…

Do I need any other reason?

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