Aches, pains and pulled muscles

Yuk. After a night of careful turning, fluffing up the pillow and awful pains in my neck, shoulders and head, I came to the conclusion cutting sections of the tree down at the bottom of the garden weren't such a good idea after all.
As I gingerly lifted the kettle to make a cup of tea and wincing at the pain, I suddenly remembered all the other lifting jobs I'd done recently;
- carrying 10 bags of compost to the car, from the car and then up the garden.
- double digging a bed 4m x 3m to clear out Japanese balsam.
- weeding and pruning of the rest of the garden...... doing the tree.....and the list went on.
As I sat down I rued the day that mare ditched me across a cross country jump and broke my back and cracking my neck. Yes, I'd pushed things too far and am now facing the consequences.
We do feel a sense of in-vulnerability when we are younger, and brush off accidents we have as something we'll get over.
Do we? Or do we just store up trouble for later? Broken bones heal over time, but in comes the chances of arthritis, rheumatism, brittle bone disease and other nasties at the site of the original break.
I wish I'd been more sensible at the time. I wish I hadn't broken in a youngster so soon after the accident. I wish the youngster hadn't decked me as many times as he did during those crucial, first few years of healing.
Yes, hindsight is a marvellous thing, and as I sit here, wincing at the pain and taking more pain killers, I do still manage to grin at everything I have done up until now.
Tee hee, it's been great fun, but ooh, am I paying for it now.