Sesame Street Lessons

As an 80’s kid, I grew up on watching Sesame Street, as well as other parental favorites like The Berenstain Bears, Care Bears, Fraggle Rock, and The Wind in the Willows. You know the drill, if a parent is sitting their kid in front of the box for a couple hours, it better be G rated and have good morals and lessons learnt! At least that’s how it was in the 80’s in my neighborhood of Tantalus and Makiki Heights. You could watch a good program, or you could play outside. Those were the options. No video games, no trips to the movies or the local Chuck E. Cheese (which was the only place those days that really had any games and ball pits). Wholesome fun. And if you didn’t come back with at least one scratch or bruise on you, and the elaborate adventure story to back it up, you clearly hadn’t had a fun day.

I can’t say that Sesame Street was my favorite show, but it was definitely the most watched since it aired every day. And to this day I still have memories of all the lessons learnt from that program. I learned about sharing a tuna sandwich from Big Bird, homosexuality from Burt & Ernie, how to count from Count von Count, and that more than anything I wanted Snuffleupagus as a pet. Good times.

One particular skit popped into my head the other day while at my new Rheumatologist’s office. I was marveling at the fact that my doctor was once again doing a thorough physical examination of my body and joints. My old Rheumy would barely touch my joints every time I came to visit. In fact he hadn’t given me a thorough look over since our first appointment three years ago. And yet here was my new (fantastic) Rheumatologist, on my second appointment, giving me a full physical exam. I loved this woman!

When we got to my arms, she asked me to extend them, and upon seeing that I couldn’t straighten them, asked how long it had been since I stopped being able to. The question carried my memory directly back to a Sesame Street skit about two characters who didn’t have elbows. And because they didn’t have elbows, they couldn’t bend their arms to eat the fruit they had picked. It was, of course, a lesson in working together. Finally, they fed each other the fruit, instead of trying to figure it out on their own. Problem solved, lesson learned. It’s amazing that that skit has stayed in my mind all these years.

Doesn’t of course change the fact that I can’t straighten my arms. Nor the fact that I haven’t been able to in over a year. The swelling in my elbow joint has become to much, and the joint is too stiff and tight. You wouldn’t think that matters much, but not being able to straighten your arms is really quite annoying. Not to mention the stress that you feel when you see your own body part unable to perform as it should.

Every day we are taught lessons, or even just remember old ones from days already lived. I only wish I knew what lesson my body thinks it’s teaching me by not letting me straighten my arms….

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About sixthousandsteps

In March of 2013, I was diagnosed with chronic Rheumatoid Arthritis and was told my disease was very aggressive. Every day since then has been an ongoing struggle and life lesson on how to stay positive and keep fighting. This blog is a glimpse of how it all came to be, and who knows what the future holds.

Posted on March 11, 2016, in The Journey and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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