9/28/07
I fell off my porch again and twisted my ankle. This is becoming a bi-annual event for me. Once in the spring, and naturally, once in the fall. Traditionally, I fall on my right knee, split it open and tear through whatever pants I'm wearing. No joke, I have at least 5 pairs of pants with holes in the right knee...all attributed to these falls. Last time this happened, I was running off to hang out with Al who was waiting by his car. He looked up to see me gracefully skipping off the porch then WHAM, I splattered on the pavement. At first I laughed out of pure shock, then started crying when I realized I couldn't stand up. Through my blurry eyes I see Al running towards me and I knew he'd pick me up. But before he did, he had to re-enacted my incredible fall which was full on amusing and hilarious. What a guy...I think he busted his elbow up in the act. Hahaha!!!!!!
This time, I was walking slowly out the door to leave for work. With a fuji apple in one hand, hard boiled egg in the other and once again I ate it. I lost my egg but I managed to save my apple. Whew...love those fuji apples. My mom comes out IN HER ROBE and starts crying and carrying on. I don't remember this, but she tells me all I said was,"we've got to get rid of that porch!!!!!" Damn porch.
My ankle is sprained, and it's possible I tore a ligament, but I'm still walking on it. My knee is what's really killing me though. It's taking FOR-EVER to heal. I put some kind of onion healing ointment on it (whole foods baby!) which is meant to keep the wound from scarring, therefore ensuring my mission to have sexy knees.
So today, I'm walking...I'm walking. I have this empty plastic film container in my hand and I'm skipping along and the film box is swinging back and forth. BAM, it bonks right into my knee. My eyes crossed. I couldn't even breathe it hurt SO BAD! I hiked up my pants to check out the damage, but to my surprise the scabbing didn't bust open. It IS healing. Healing more every day, but if I bang something against it it's gonna hurt like hell. It might hurt all day, but that doesn't obliterate all the healing that's taken place. After that incident, anything jetting out in the least out would jump out and attack my knee. Or so it seemed...
I'm healing. Today I'm so happy to hurt less than the day before. I'm dancing in my freedom, stepping into new revelations and shedding my old skin. I feel alive, especially when I bonk into you and know that even though it hurts like hell...I'm healing over.
I fell off my porch again and twisted my ankle. This is becoming a bi-annual event for me. Once in the spring, and naturally, once in the fall. Traditionally, I fall on my right knee, split it open and tear through whatever pants I'm wearing. No joke, I have at least 5 pairs of pants with holes in the right knee...all attributed to these falls. Last time this happened, I was running off to hang out with Al who was waiting by his car. He looked up to see me gracefully skipping off the porch then WHAM, I splattered on the pavement. At first I laughed out of pure shock, then started crying when I realized I couldn't stand up. Through my blurry eyes I see Al running towards me and I knew he'd pick me up. But before he did, he had to re-enacted my incredible fall which was full on amusing and hilarious. What a guy...I think he busted his elbow up in the act. Hahaha!!!!!!
This time, I was walking slowly out the door to leave for work. With a fuji apple in one hand, hard boiled egg in the other and once again I ate it. I lost my egg but I managed to save my apple. Whew...love those fuji apples. My mom comes out IN HER ROBE and starts crying and carrying on. I don't remember this, but she tells me all I said was,"we've got to get rid of that porch!!!!!" Damn porch.
My ankle is sprained, and it's possible I tore a ligament, but I'm still walking on it. My knee is what's really killing me though. It's taking FOR-EVER to heal. I put some kind of onion healing ointment on it (whole foods baby!) which is meant to keep the wound from scarring, therefore ensuring my mission to have sexy knees.
So today, I'm walking...I'm walking. I have this empty plastic film container in my hand and I'm skipping along and the film box is swinging back and forth. BAM, it bonks right into my knee. My eyes crossed. I couldn't even breathe it hurt SO BAD! I hiked up my pants to check out the damage, but to my surprise the scabbing didn't bust open. It IS healing. Healing more every day, but if I bang something against it it's gonna hurt like hell. It might hurt all day, but that doesn't obliterate all the healing that's taken place. After that incident, anything jetting out in the least out would jump out and attack my knee. Or so it seemed...
I'm healing. Today I'm so happy to hurt less than the day before. I'm dancing in my freedom, stepping into new revelations and shedding my old skin. I feel alive, especially when I bonk into you and know that even though it hurts like hell...I'm healing over.
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