Picture the scene. You have not seen many people for a while and this is difficult because you constantly seek and need acceptance, attention and love to validate your existence. Your body is weak following weeks of doing very little. You have lytic lesions and as a result, have lost your rhythm. You are bald and obese and female. Your six year old niece hands you a remote control having just found ‘Jailhouse Rock’ on ‘Just Dance 4’. She says it is the song for you because 18 months ago you did a silly dance in the car to ‘All Shook Up’, and since then has decided that Elvis Presley is your favourite singer in the whole wild world. She says dance. You become anxious.
What do you do?
What do you do?
Throw sense out of the window and dance of course. Sod long term damage. You dance with a remote control in your hand. You feel warmth in your stomach as she bursts out laughing and runs to get more people to watch you strut your stuff in front of the television. You become competitive and want to take down the computerised man shaking his hips and right hand on the Wii. You keep ‘dancing’. For four minutes. You experience the most exercise you have experienced for seven weeks. You then have to lie down, such is your capability.
Cut to two days later and what do you get? Pulled muscles. Pulled muscles in your arms. Pulled muscles in your hands. And a stiff neck. Every time you move.
You have been warned. Game consoles are dangerous. They are especially dangerous when one is rebuilding their body after a stem cell transplant, cannot stand for longer than half an hour and gets a sore wrist from using their beloved walking stick due to lack of use.
Personally, you wouldn’t catch me doing it. No way. Not even. No.