Sorry, you got ripped off Saturday. That wasn’t fair. Since it was such a short, nearly-pointless post, I’ll throw another one at you, see what sticks.
So the title, about aspirin; that actually refers to all NSAIDs. NSAIDs cause more damage to impaired kidneys – healthy kidneys are fine. My kidneys are damaged. I’m supposed to take something like Tylenol for pain, but it does nothing. Heck, Vicodin doesn’t do anything for me. But a couple aspirin, or its cousins ibuprofen or naproxen, do help so very much. Got a bit of arthritis in my back, and when it’s bad, it gets into my hips and hands. A couple aspirin – when it’s bad- helps. And it was bad last night. Losing a bit of weight will help; working on that.
Why was I so sore? Well, I had a busy weekend. I was reminded this weekend of just how much my hometown has to offer, particularly within the arts, but also in special exhibits. Maybe we can’t compare to New York or DC, but we definitely hold our own.
Saturday morning started like so many of them – tired and frustrated from a fruitless week at work, where we are constantly blamed for things we cannot control, I had planned to do nothing, speak to no one, and go nowhere. A friend I hadn’t spoken to in a while called and asked if I wanted to go hang out for the evening. Well, it had been a while, so sure. Interrupts my planned day of nothing (do not underestimate the healing powers of doing nothing once in a while), but I needed to get out of the house for more than just work or appointments, and I did get to do nothing for most of the day, plus,I was getting a little bored. Then she called back, saying a friend of hers wasn’t able to make a performance that afternoon at the Playhouse in the Park, so would I like to join her? It moved my time of having to actually do something up two hours, but free theater is not to be sneezed at. Especially not a show that is being staged outside of New York for the first time. Incredible performance. It definitely made you pause, and think about what you might have done in your life that was less-than savory. Basically, Abigail Williams, of The Salem Witch Trials (or, more accurately, The Crucible) fame, turns up ten years after the trials, desperately trying to atone for her testimony and the life she led after. Six actors, some in multiple roles, telling this intriguing story. The hour-and-a-half went by very quickly. The older gentleman did to a bit of scenery chewing, but it wasn’t that distracting.
After that, we headed to a Pub for some grub. Sorry. I tried really hard not to do that. Okay, not that hard.
Sunday, I had church in the morning, where we stood in front of the congregation, on stone with no give, for two songs, then had to set up for next week’s performance. While setting up, one of the choir members and friends asked if I would like to use a ticket they suddenly had extra. The person who was going to use it was ill. See, they were going to the Cincinnati Museum Center for the current major exhibit, the Dead Sea Scrolls. Not just that, though. They also had a tour guide. See, it was a church group tour. Forty people in a huge group, seeing the scrolls with a scholar from Hebrew Union College. They had me at “Dead Sea Scrolls.” The tour guide was an added bonus. I didn’t really consider how much until we got there. A huge, amoebic mass of Presbyterians, mostly older, standing in the basement of the Museum Center, listening to the history of these scrolls, these books of the Torah, and later, the Bible, wandering through artifacts intended to give an archaeological perspective. With our guide, though, we got a bit more than that. And so did the people who stumbled on our group. One man monopolized our guide for a good 20 minutes.
I was on my feet for about 4-5 hours yesterday. At least thirty minutes of that was spent walking back to my car, all the way at the end of the lot. It was pretty crowded; there was an Appalachian Festival going on at the same time (Cincinnati isn’t part of Appalachia, but we can see it from here). My lower back transcended pain into a screeching agony that was so great, I barely felt it. My brain had shut that down. I felt every bone in my feet, except my toes. And my hips – I half expected to re-enact that scene in Forest Gump where he’s running and his leg braces break off. Except instead of braces, it would have been my legs, popping off at the hip like a Barbie doll.
Once I reached my car and sat down, the pain in my back came back down to earth. Driving was interesting. I drive a stick – you don’t really realize how much of your body you use until you’re in agony. I made it home, and I visited my old friend, aspirin, and its cousin, Aleve. By the time I went to sleep, the pain had lessened to a dull roar, nothing more than a bit of passing discomfort.
Yes, it does cause damage to my kidneys (polycystic kidney disease – don’t look for pictures while you’re eating, or if you’re even the slightest bit squeamish). But I can walk this morning with minimal pain. Oh, I still hurt, just nothing like I would without one of the oldest analgesics.
Greater Cincinnati Museums and Art
Cincinnati Art Museum – opened 1881
Taft Museum of Art – A National Historic landmark
Contemporary Arts Center – just as the name says, contemporary art
The Carnegie – across the river in Covington, Kentucky.
Cincinnati Museum Center – A former train depot turned museum. Also the inspiration for the Justice League of America building.
Some Performance Venues