I’m terrible in a crisis. A personal crisis. Terrible. Fight. Flight. Freeze. My first instinct is Flight. As soon as a personal crisis happens I want to run away from it, it’s instinctual, primal even, everything in my body screams … Continue reading
This post follows directly from Part Two… My reluctant driver friend arrived at the designated time with the pillow as requested. He got out and helped me into the car as I’d warned in a text message I would likely … Continue reading
This post follows directly from Part One… We left off downloading in the gondola, my arm in agony, no splint, just the sling… They stopped the gondola to allow me to get out while it wasn’t moving. The paramedics asked … Continue reading
“Help! Please. Somebody. Help ME!” I screamed for a about five minutes on repeat before anyone came. Part One: On August 29, 2016, I broke and dislocated my elbow. It was a Monday, and I’d created a long weekend for … Continue reading
Not for the first time in my life has a crisis outweighed what could have been a heartbreaking experience for me. Crisis outweighs Heartbreak. A good friend, someone I considered up and in line with my best of friends, “broke … Continue reading