A week ago yesterday THIS happened…
(the foot. I’m talking about the foot. not the chubby kitty goodness to the right.)
There I was, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I got jumped by the sidewalk! I fought it off with a swift kick and it backed off. After a trip to the ER and an x-ray with this cool new machine they bring right to your bed(!) I learned that my 5th metatarsal was the real victim of this street crime. A fracture.
The first couple of days I was a bit of an emotional mess. Freaked out to be stuck up in my 3rd floor walk-up alone. Unable to put any weight on my foot and quickly growing tired from hopping around with crutches and a bruised hand. When my overzealously wrapped leg began to feel seriously itching and red and swollen I made my sister come over to assure me I had not contracted a flesh-eating-virus. She was right. I had not.
As a way to lift my spirits, calm my nerves and practice a little of the self-healing I’ve been learning – I have been meditating a lot. Thanks 60 days of Om! In particular I’ve been practicing my bright-white-light meditation. I learned it during my meditation challenge last year as a way to ‘clean out’ emotional/physical/metaphysical debris from my body & spirit. All you do is visualize a bright light travelling to and through different parts of your body filling each area with light rendering the area clean. And I would feel lit up. For reals.
So in an effort to support and maybe increase my healing I’ve been sending this bright light to spend a little time along the gnarly bruise on my hand/wrist and I’ve been seeing it run it’s light slowly up and down my bone healing the bone whole.
And, well, I think it’s working. My bruise is gone. It was black and purple on Tuesday. It had dramatically faded by Thursday. It’s gone today. My doctor gave me a walking boot on Tuesday – I am still in it, but walking completely without crutches or pain. My bone isn’t healed- I’m sure of that because there is still pain if I try to turn my foot certain ways. But I am hopeful. I was told I’d be in the boot for 4-6 weeks. I’m shooting for 4. Hell, maybe 3.
Of course the chubby kitty has been vigilant in her watch over my injured foot – so I’m sure that’s helped too.
