I had my annual physical this week. There is always a bit of anxiety associated with this for me. Could there be something lurking in my blood or urine that will make the doctor frown and clear his throat before he speaks the news? As usual, though, everything was fine, or at least as fine as can be expected for a 63 year old body that has had some rough handling.

I did tell him, with some concern, that I haven’t felt myself since the bought of pneumonia I had at the end of last summer. My doctor has a way of listening to me where he sits and stares at his knees while I’m talking. I said my appetite hasn’t returned to normal since last year, and that I lack energy and sometimes have trouble sleeping. He also has a way of asking short but pertinent questions while still looking down at his knees.

Then he looked up at me, and said, “I think you’re in a funk.”

There was a few moments of silence while this technical term sunk in. He then proceeded to tell me a story about his own life where he experienced a period of funk. And it started to make sense. And it was probably the best news I could have gotten.

The pneumonia last summer coincided with my Dad moving into an assisted living facility because of the progression of his dementia. Mom decided shortly after that to move out of their beautiful home to an apartment in a senior facility near Dad. There was a lot of stress associated with all this. On top of that, our dog Franco contracted a bad case of Lyme Disease, and before we caught it, he nearly died (he’s fine now.)

The doctor was telling me in so many words that we all have a limit of how much we can handle at one time, and once that limit is exceeded, funk ensues. For me, I guess, the funk has stayed around for a long time. I’m hoping it isn’t permanent, but if it is, I guess I’ll handle it. In my life, periods of funk have been most successfully eradicated by eating right, exercising, and being interested and involved enough in something that I forget about my troubles. At least that is my current strategy, and a lucky thing it is. For if I had to express my philosophy of life in a nutshell, that eradication technique would pretty much be it.

6 Responses to “Funk”

  1. Loved reading about your “FUNK.” Praying you come out of it soon. I know you can do it!!!

    • Tom Heider says:

      Hi Ted I call what you have a case of the Hanks ! that’s when life gets so complicated that we don’t have the time or energy to do everything that we want to do or everything that we should be doing . Family and friends take up a lot of our time and thought .life gets so hecktic is that even a word? if it is it can’t be spelled right ! To make a long story short . Shake it off do what you can and let the rest wait till you get to it .your a good man and you care about other people l for one respect you as a friend as Fire Chief and as a good neighbor .so just shake it off !

      • Josh Hiner says:

        You’re in our thoughts. We all care about you. Emotional and physical stress can be a drain and a vicious cycle. I think your approach is probably the best one. Comming to grips, processing events, and for some things; acceptance all take time. Being human sure has its ups and downs!

        • Ted says:

          You da man Josh. Patience is probably the best advice as you say. Now that I understand better what is going on, I think I’m moving in the right direction. Ted

      • Ted says:

        Thanks Tom. Shake it off is good advice, and I think I’m on the right road now that I know what I’m up against. Good friends (like you) are the best medicine I think. Ted

    • Ted says:

      Thank-you Lou Ann! It is a slower process than I’d anticipated, but now that I know what I’m up against, I think I’ll do better.

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