I couldn’t sleep last night. I stood for nearly two hours during an intense conversation; that was all it took to anger my back. A sharp pain shot across my lower back, down my leg and into my foot.
I can’t walk too far, stand or sit too long, or reach too high. Every little thing seems to irritate my spine, I thought. It’s can’t believe my insurance company is making me repeat diagnostic tests before they’ll let me have more procedures to suppress the pain without drugs.
I took a step towards the stairs leading to my bedroom and I was shocked by another pain running up the left side of my neck. This caused my shoulder and the. base of my skull to hurt. I dragged myself to bed and waited for my pain medication to relieve me.
I kept trying to relax but I couldn’t. I took deep breathes and exhaled, prayed and tried positive affirmations. But, the alternating pains made it hard to breathe or move. But, I could think. So, I summoned a happy moment. I thought about a text a friend sent to me on Saturday about his daughter.
“I have a young author artist!”
My friend’s daughter had written a book with illustrations about a sleepover.
“I thought out of all people you’d appreciate it.,” he continued. “I love how she has post it’s with Q and A.”
I was about her age, 7 or 8, when I decided I wanted to be a writer, I thought. I don’t need my legs to do tell stories. I’ve published four books, finished a fifth and am working on a sixth. And, this year, I’m trying to complete 313 blog posts. My legs can’t stop me from finishing this.
I played the video my friend sent me showing him flipping the pages of his daughter’s book. I don’t even know when I drifted off but I finally did. Somehow, the memory of my friend’s daughter’s story comforted me and quieted my mind when nothing else would.
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