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Thursday,
January 20, 2005
Ow ow ow
I have GOT to go down to the gym in a bit and hang on some equipment in the hopes that it will stretch out the muscles and unpinch the stupid nerve that is currently hurting like a bugger. What I REALLY need is about an hour in a hot tub. What I'll get is a shower tonight and a lot of ibuprofen.
Bah. My friend Elizabeth said that when she finally meets the Creator, she has a laundry list of things about the human body that could really do with tweaking. I'm hoping she adds "the tendency to develop pinched nerves" to that list. If I didn't have those weekly massage therapy sessions with Melissa, I suspect I'd be walking around like a Serbian grandmother by now.
Which leads onto an interesting tangent -- why I self-identify from an ethnic heritage standpoint as Serbian. Dince I'm just as Russian and Polish as I am Serbian (and possibly more so Russian, if the story Dad heard was correct and our supposedly Polish ancestor was really Russian), it would make an equal amount of sense for me to think of myself as Russian or Polish (less so Irish and Swedish -- yes, I'm a mutt).
I think it's because I was baptised Serbian Orthodox. Which also doesn't make much sense, since it's hardly like I go to church (I don't think there ARE any Serbian Orthodox churches in Dallas). And yet that simple baptism had a real impact on my sense of identity.
I dunno. Maybe all Americans with ancestors who came over in the 20th century have this sort of issue. Then again, when I mention this to Lyndon he just shakes his head and says, "Melanie, you're an American. What does it matter where your great-grandparents came from?" And if you think about it, really, almost everybody came from somewhere else -- it just depends on the timeline you use.