Little did I know that the energetic focus for June(surprise) would carryover into July, or that the focus for July(release) would be so challenging. My mom said that I usually travel at warp speed, and after an occurrence on the beach at Hilton Head, I would now have to slow down and travel like the rest of the mortals.
We were walking the main beach path, the same path we had used several times, one that hundreds of people traverse daily. A kid had dug a two foot deep ‘booby trap' hole, and covered it with reeds. We used to do that in the sand box when we were kids, the only thing we ever trapped was unsuspecting toys and trucks. Russ walked right over it, I stepped down fully into it and lurched forward, grabbing my left foot now seared with pain. I screamed for ice, and people close by ran over. Russ dropped everything and came to my side, as did the Beach patrol and lifeguards. I was convinced my foot was broken.
Really and truly, hunky lifeguard Michael with the 12 pack abs carried me to our car, and Russ drove me to the emergency room. Their diagnosis, which would later change, was a severe sprain, wrapped me up and sent me on my way with crutches and pain meds. The next several days were spent on the couch with my foot iced, elevated and myself immobile.
Forced inertia isn't something I would wish upon anyone. General consensus among those that know me well was that I had spent too much time traveling too fast, and this was simply Spirit's way of saying it was time to slow down. I'm not so sure about that, but, whatever.
The physical pain I could deal with. An MRI last week showed I have a fracture and several contusions. Shoot, you can take stuff for that! The torrent of emotions was something I was unprepared for, as was being so helpless and unable to do anything in my normal routine. The frustration at the situation, even though being grateful did come into play, was a constant irritant. The swelling is going down, as is the bruising. Russ has earned so many ‘husband points' that he may never run out. Men will understand that.
I know this is a time for integration, and if this was the only way I could be still long enough for that to occur, then so be it. Ok, maybe my warp drive just needed a little repair. Next time I'll just have Scotty beam me up.
