Heart beats, blood runs..my pulse races at the mere thought of movement..
I lay, still...as if I'm hiding from someone....
The slightest movement causes inscruciating pain...as my nectre races through my veins..
I can not cough
I can not laugh
I can not do what you take for granted on most days....for these things hurt me in the most painful of ways.
When I finally muster the courage to roll off my layer of pain....it takes anther 5 minutes of willing my hips and legs to work together....I block out the pain..I grit my teeth with determination...
Grabbing at the door handle for stability......I grimace with pain, I'm sure my facial expressions look funny..
I stand, hanging on to the door....one leg swings off the ground, It seems to ease the pain that way...
Finally I can walk....
I feel the warm sun on my face.....my neighbour is mowing his lawn.....
Finally I can walk....
I'm unsteady on my feet some times....I think I'm going to topple over like a child's tower made of Lego..
I stand in the bathroom, staring at the mirror......wondering who it is thats looking back at me?
Sometimes I don't even know myself anymore....Ive changed.....
I sigh, and look at my feet....standing on cold tiles....
My vision returns to the man in the mirror.....he used to be strong.....
Once he had a real reputation....He could hurt you with a look...
Now that man could be shoved over by a 6 year old girl...
I wash my face and run cold water through my hair and on to my sore neck...
My hands on the sink....
I've been stripped bare...
