Thursday, May 5, 2011

Something Mis-Happened

Our brains and bodies usually work very well together. Our lives depend on it. We make countless decisions everyday. Usually we come out the other end of the day unscathed.

I've had three miscommunications between mind and body this week. The third one was enough of an event to pull me out of my blog hibernation and write.

The first two were while running. I was enjoying the sweet Spring smells as I ran on my favorite trail at Fair Hill when I came to one of the stream crossings. What I thought was some exposed pebbles in a shallow spot was actually floating flower buds. Splash! Up to my ankle. Not an injury, but an uncomfortable mistake none the less. The second, same trail different day, the tip of my toe caught a root and I went flying through the air. After a good jarring to my shoulders and neck I kept running out of spite for that root. I think it grew up just as I was passing and had a good giggle as I tried to get myself off the forest floor.

Today I had the final mishap in my hat trick. Dave and I are beginning our kitchen demo. We had a stuck upper cabinet. It seemed to be stuck to the one next to it. He unscrewed the adjacent cabinet and that was my cue to get up and help. I held one while he took out the final screw of the other.

We thought they would come out together. All I thought to do was support the cabinet from the bottom while they both came out. But they miraculously disengaged. Before I knew it the top of the heavy cabinet was coming down on my head. I ducked my head inside of it but then the middle shelf was pressing heavily on the side of my neck. I buckled under the weight into some bizarre position that I couldn't recreate if I had to. I have no idea where my hands, my strength, or my sense were. I was stuck and in pain.

I must have been shouting "ouch" or "help" or something because I hear Dave saying, "Are you okay!!??" Finally I manage to yell, "Get this thing off of me!!!" Dave had to put his heavy and unwieldy cabinet down before he could remove my bad choice in hats.

I have to admit I cried a little. I can't remember the last time I was stuck and scared.

Generally I think of myself as a capable, sure footed, athletic person. Maybe it's time to revisit that description.

1 comment:

Anne C.A. Wilson said...

Oh no! glad that did not kill you! In my mid-20s i watched, astounded, as a large (at least 8 feet high) hutch came crashing down from on top of a buffet i thought it was secured to, AFTER I painstakingly moved both as a single unit across my living room inch by inch with cardboard under the whole thing to keep it from scratching the floor. I thought I was so clever, then realized I had almost become a Darwin Award--winner.