The 22nd day of February, 2010

One day during the last year of the first decade of the century I rushed around the house happy and energetic waiting for my friend Julee to pull up to the house for some quality time. Suddenly I need to find some lipstick. I headed out the door to look in the car. It had rained a little bit and the stairs were wet. As I romped down the first two steps my legs and feet sprawled out from under me and I fell straight backward and heard a stout crack where my back hit the staircase. I happened to have a phone in my hand and I promptly called 911, for myself. Four or five medical men found me on my bed, groaning in a genuinely painful state. They did not seem worried about me at all. They were cute I thought. They assured me I’d be okay. The next day at the Doctor’s office they determined that I had fractured my seventh vertebra and they set me up to have a clever kind of injection to cement the bones back together.  It really hurt for several weeks.  Pain is rough. Physical pain, hurts.  Still, if I had to make a choice I might resolve to endure physical pain rather than experience the inevitable pain of emotional heartbreak, fear and loss. Losing love hurts, makes my face hurt makes my stomach hurt. These sudden waves of sadness reminding me the consequences of unrequited expectations helps itself articulate in the bottom of your heart. Shit. The highs and lows and what do you do? Today I snuggle in bed with the dogs, watching the Olympics trying to feel better. Things take Time said Nurse Emily during the nights in the hospital, that was so long ago. Opening up the house with the doors and a window open makes a HUGE difference in my sense of breathing. It’s going to be time to start working in the yard. I am saving money, and yet, I feel broke. Then I’m helpfully reminded in my vision recorder (or Brain in old time language). I’m dilly dallying around reading stuff I wrote and trying to learn what the computer grammar king means by “Fragmented Sentence” Hooray!it is just about time to practice yoga, wish me luck,Today is the 22nd day of February in the year 2010. It is almost 9am. I wonder what today is going to be like. I wonder if I can get some shit done. put clothes away, yoga, guitar, walk, bank, cards, smiles.