Ouch.
It will shock you to learn I stood by two older jewish women with long island accents and overheard them discuss their medical ailments. This was after they said goodbye to each other. They stood on the street during a heat wave and with the waning moments of their life, complained.
Back pain.
Hip pain.
Other kinds of pain.
If the body is a temple, they could have started a popular jewish rap group called Temple of Pain, and their music would only be played at jewish senior homes, serving as background music to the neverending chitter chatter of pain talk.
When I grow up, I promise to be the only jew who doesn’t talk about his ailments. I’ll probably just blog about it.
