Sometimes

Sometimes I think it's all in my head. Sometimes I think I imagine this pain, the pain in my hands and my hips, my back and my knees but then along comes a day like today and I know it's real. A day such as this when I've taken my full complement of pain killers and cannot wait for my little blue 'oblivion' pill at bed time. A day when the bath could not be hot enough or long enough to get the cold from my bones or the knots from my muscles. A day when working in the wet and the cold seemed to go on forever, every log I picked up weighed more than the last one and every small knock felt like being hit with a hammer. No, I know it's real.