Yesterday, I fell in the bathroom. So, what’s the big deal? I know that question must be crossing your mind.Falling in the bathroom or elsewhere is a common – everyday occurence, what is so special about my fall?
One moment, I was perpendicular, 90 degrees to the ground and the next, I was 180 degrees, horizontal and on the ground. To my mind the descent was in ultra slow motion. So slow, that while falling I had the chance to think. I could see the floor and grab the bar coming up at me at me at me…
I clearly remember on the way down to the floor, fully aware of the dire consequences of a head injury wondering whether to end it all there and then and
- to hell with the cripple’s existence
- to hell with the continuous dependence
- to hell with the mess that my present life and living have become
- to hell with the wheel chair and crutch
- to hell with the continuous plea for help and assistance
Whether these thoughts and feelings crossed my mind and being at the conscious or unconscious level, I do not know.All I remember is, that at some point the urge to survive was like a war over all the defeatist feelings and I put my hands out and saved my head from injury.This was the first time I had experienced what is generally referred to as the “survival instinct”.
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By: dlip on March 9, 2008
at 7:54 pm