Date: Sun, 27 Sep 2015 16:24:26 -0400
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: Something fishy about happy thoughts . .
Saturday I made a made dash through the rain to get on the porch. I got on the porch alright, but it was slippery and I somehow twisted my ankle and fell- of course I stretched out my hand to break the fall. I hit hard. So hard that I simply didn’t know if I was ‘ruined’ or not. For a moment I couldn’t get up. I was sitting on my cell phone. I looked at my left hand and the little finger was scraped and had splinters in it.
A look at my right hand revealed I had hit the bottom part of my wrist, right on those prominent veins. A large hematoma had already formed. I didn’t know what to do. I am not a person that has an ice maker or a tray of ice. I grabbed a package of frozen mussels (Walmart $6.99) and slapped it on the offending bleeding, bulging black balloon. My pulse was going bonkers.
I have always heard- in time of stress, think happy thoughts- I let my mind wander back to my childhood, living in a mill village, down by the stream, at the bottom to the hill- I could see it in my mind’s eye- I could see just past a little area when we had a garden, the narrow little roadway sometimes used to get to the stables on the other side of the stream. It went down a hill and at the bottom of the hill was the biggest water oak I have ever seen anywhere.
Just south of the little stream, was a waterhole or small pond. Little frogs and tiny fish could be seen on any day you cared to look. And there were dragonflies that swooped and swirled and sometimes landed on the water. And there were little bugs that could skittle across the water without falling in and we were told, that if we could catch one, it would turn into a fairy . . .
Today all is better with the exception of an ugly blue black wrist- and having thoughts of writing my life story . .
N.A. Booko