“Four Walls”, if memory serves. Is a Cold Chisel song, maybe spawned from one of the band members who did time?
I’ve been spending time between four walls, one week in hospital, one week here in Rehab, with one more to go.
It’s not like I’m in prison. I’m grateful for the remarkably cheerful staff. All the facilities are clean and my small room is comfortable for my needs. I can go anywhere in the place on my walking sticks, and even stroll through the neighbouring residential streets.
Why whinge? Becauae I have all this free time.
Well, it’s not really free; it’s four walls time. For six weeks, because of being operated on both hips, I have to sleep only on my back. I’ve been waking up every hour or two because my body has stiffened so much and I then walk around for a few minutes. I might or might not go back to sleep but I notice the walls close in more in the loneliness of night.
Here’s the unexpected good thing, though: Five am in a quiet, snug space is perfect for yoga practice. I do about 24 rounds of pranayama and then sit still for few minutes afterwards.
Then I do some pawanmuktasana exercises (for freeing the joints), focussing on neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, ankles and toes. Followed a very modified half uttanasana for my back.
Four walls can make a prison, but the real place that a prison is created is in the mind. Another prison wailer, Johnny Cash, had a song about this called “In Your Mind” featured in the film “Dead Man Walking”.
I’ve stopped complaining for now. Actually I don’t think it’s very good for your health.