It's been over three weeks (count 'em) since I fell.
And busted my skull in a few places. (scalp, really)
I was knocked out for like 3 hours. (I'm old - what can I say?)
Waking up somewhere else is like something that happens on tv.
Up till now, I've never even fainted!
The bumps and bruises are healing.
And the swelling is finally down.
But it really did change everything for me.
I knew it would.
Most of the blood was on the cement - they had to bleach it.
The neighbors got together and threw away
the lawn chairs. This is after I came home from the ER.
You find out who your real friends are when something big happens.
I actually lost people over this event. (Gone. Bye-bye.)
And re-gained some back. (Hiya! Glad to see ya!)
I remember waking up and saying to myself
"I deserve better than this." Looking at all that blood...
Shit! (cussing alert)
I answered myself with a bunch of self-love, on a very rudimental level.
I really never missed a beat. I went right into the mode.
Once, years ago, my dear little Mother fell and broke her hip.
And her arm - where she put it out to stop her fall.
Drinking. (If you were drinking at all, they always blame the drinking)
And when my Aunt found her, she started to cry.
My Mother's immediate response was.....
"Don't cry - we don't have time!"
So, like Mother, like daughter, I guess.
I was already plotting what needs to happen next.
Simplify my work schedule. Done.
Commit to my training schedule. Done.
Clean my apartment and keep it clean. Semi-done.
Decide (once and for all) that no "bad" thing (or people)
will cross the threshold of my home.
Done. So I look around and it's pretty lonely here.
Training and cleaning up your act is hard work.
It's not glam to do the right thing
when no-one will ever know or notice.
Except you yourself.
Hope your day is wonderful.
Mine is. It's all good!
Thanks for reading
