I used to laugh whenever I'd hear my seven uncles comparing aches, pains and scars. This past winter standing outside a Cathedral after my very last uncle's funeral I realized I and my fellow generation in attendance had "stepped into their shoes" and were now "walking in them". Our wrinkles and grey hair had replaced rosy cheeks and tousled brown mops. And then the pain comparisons started. "I like my new knees but..." "Oh, my back, let me tell you..." "You want to see my scar? It's right here..." I didn't join in, but I half listened trying not to giggle, remembering my uncles and their ribald comments that always followed these discussions. "You know what works for my back? First I have your aunt put on her slip, then..." " Wait! BRAD! Go wait in the car."
These days I use a variety of muscle rubs for topical treatment. Aspirin doesn't work for me. I also tend to get migraines, which I try to control with preventative measures. I sometimes take pain relief for joint pain (knees). Only extra strength Ibuprofen or Tylenol works. I've promised my family I'll finally get my knees "scoped" this fall. (Or winter. Or next spring.) They feel really good right now, daily cycle rides are wonderful, this after having spent nearly 2 months hobbled from burning knife knee pains. You know what else helps? First I have my wife put on her slip...