Those of you who are a bit older and enjoy cinema the same way I do may remember a movie starring Steve Martin called The Man With Two Brains. In this movie, Steve Martin plays a neurosurgeon who, through a series of unfortunate events, ends up befriending a brain in a jar. The pickled mind is from his dead wife, someone he loved very much. Lately, I feel as if I have two brains myself, and while one of them is keeping me grounded, the other is filling me with irrational fears that keep me awake at night.
Yesterday, I awoke with a sore left hip. This wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for someone who suffers from Rheumatoid Arthritis except for the fact that my hips were replaced way back in 1996. Since part of the reason for replacing a joint is to eliminate any pain emanating from said joint, you can see why I was surprised to wake up feeling like a gorilla had punched me in the thigh. All throughout that day, I was a little worried about the hip joint hurting, but I chalked it up to the fact that I had been working in the yard for two days straight, and in addition, I had used my thigh for a Kineret injection site two days earlier. Since I had so many other tasks to complete, I was able to make it to bedtime without any serious mental anguish.