Last night, we were on the couch watching TV in the living room when I turned to Will, and wearing a big smile, I told my husband that I'd realized I had no pain—anywhere! Famous last words.
Not more than minutes, later, I felt need to use the bathroom. Having left my shoes under the coffee table, I was in my socks when guess who stepped off of our area run and slipped on our slick marbled, 18 square inch tiled floor, landing hard on the right side of my body. Geez
Will was at my side in a flash.
At first, I laid there feeling disoriented. Seriously. What was I doing, lying on the floor. Then, I chose to move my right wrist, arm, leg and hip, very carefully. Gingerly. Praying that nothing had twisted or broken. After a moment or two, Will bent toward me holding out both of his hands so as to help me to stand up. Once on my feet, Mother Nature reminded me about where I’d originally been headed,
Fortunately (though I'm achy all along my right side), nothing was badly bruised or injured. My sciatic nerve is throbbing but, all in all, two extra strength Tylenols and an extra long heating pad on high should see me feeling fine by tomorrow.
Throughout the day, I’ve continued to remind myself to feel grateful (especially at my age) that nothing is sprained or broken.
Soon after my sudden slide, my egg cracked wide open, and the emotional reaction, which had been repressed, over most of my life, was released followed by an Aha! Moment concerning the current event that had caused my anxiety to arise in the first place.
At first, I thought the repressed emotion was fear. But somehow, I’d felt as if fear, by itself, was missing ‘something’ that had not yet clarified within the conscious portion of my mind, leaving me facing a fearful enigma …
Annie
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