Thursday morning I was sitting at my desk with my legs crossed. I went to get up and my right foot had fallen asleep. Bam! Down I went. No warning. No tinglies. Just ka-blam on the floor.
At first there was no pain. My foot was completely asleep – like it wasn’t even there. Then it started in. I told myself it wasn’t that bad, even though I knew it was. I hobbled down the hall, into the bathroom, and quickly got my homeopathic remedies – Arnica & Aconite – best remedies for first aid.
Then I hobbled into the kitchen to get an ice pack, still telling myself it wasn’t as bad as I knew it was. Rather than waking my sleeping husband, I did what most women would do – I called my mommy. Not that she could do anything over the phone, you know, but just hearing her voice made me feel better.
After talking with her a bit, discussing more homeopathic remedies, healing magnets, etc., I had to wake my husband because I knew I was in trouble.
Hubster is a Reiki healer. Yep. My big, burly 6’4” 300+ lb. man does natural healing. Some other time I’ll tell you all about his gift and how many people he’s helped. He worked on me about 45 minutes.
Then he amazed me by being a wonderful nurse. (hasn’t been too good at this in the past, believe me.) Brought me ice, wrapped my ankle, brought me coffee, my laptop, etc.
At this point you may be wondering why I wasn’t going to a doctor. Well, I’m the worst kind of patient because I worked for doctors for years and it takes a major catastrophe before I go. I usually self-diagnose (I know, I know, I can hear you), see how things pan out, and usually everything works out okay.
And it is. Except I’m still hobbling around with a cane and a wrapped foot.
Here’s the deal. You always wonder, “Why did this happen?” I mean, I’m a firm believer in there are no accidents.
I’ve read Louise Hay for years. Her book, You Can Heal Your Life, says foot/ankle injuries have to do with fear of moving ahead. And there a couple of things I’m moving towards.
1. My appearance on Good Day Sacramento, January 26. Even though I’m really excited about being on TV again, there is a quiet little fear of appearing in front of thousands of people, having more work than I can handle. Just a bit of overwhelm, I guess.
2. Feng Shui. I’ve been wanting to write about feng shui lately. I taught classes for years, but haven’t written much about it on my blog. I finally decided to let loose and start writing. The fear? Judgment that I’m weird (which I actually am), and that I’m promoting mysticism (which I’m not).
I was raised with alternative healing and spiritual philosophies, since I was 12. Back in the ‘70’s, if you wanted to seem ‘normal’ you didn’t discuss these alternatives. You kept them quiet. That still resounds within me even though people are much more open nowadays.
So while I’ve been laid up in bed recuperating, I’ve had lots of time to just think about moving forward. It’s time for me to let go of these fears. It’s time to just be me. Shoot – I’m 52, for crying out loud. It’s time to let people think what they are going to think and just do my work.
My ankle is turning all sorts of colors today. It’s still wrapped and elevated, but I have my laptop and I’m writing about feng shui. I’m preparing to be on television. I’m gonna be okay with myself as I am. I’m moving forward.