Okay, it is just over 2 1/2 years since my encounter with cockroach boy, so why am I still struggling? Don’t get me wrong, I am SO much better than I was and I know that I am a little better each day, but why does it take so, so, so long to feel ‘normal’ again? Will I ever actually feel the way I used to? Do I even want to? All I know is I sometimes feel like I am just one unkind comment or one stupid injury away from the dark side. The good thing is I do have the tools to get myself out of those places, and I am able to do it fairly quickly. Still…
A few weeks ago, my car, Grazelda, bit me. You may wonder how a car is able to bite someone. Well, she is old (almost 18 years) and moves more slowly than she used to, and one of those places that doesn’t move so well any more is the trunk. I was going to yoga on the beach and was driving since I had to leave the island right after. Because I did not need my purse on the beach and I didn’t want to leave it sitting on the seat of the car, I thought I’d put it in the trunk before I left so that no one would see me doing it and decide to break in and steal it. So I walk around the back of the car, insert the key into the trunk and assume (and everyone knows that one should never assume anything) without really looking that the trunk is open. In fact, it was not and I bashed my head on the trunk lock. I thought, oh great. I did not have time to go back in the house to deal with it or I would have been late to yoga. When I got in the car and looked in the mirror there was no blood. Five minutes later it was a different story. It never gushed blood, but I still managed to get blood all over my new white jacket.
I looked like I had squooshed a spider on my forehead and just left it there. Luckily, it healed quickly and because I put vitamin E oil on it every day, there is not even a scar when the scab fell off a week later. That day, though, I felt ‘off’ for the entire day. I did not hit my head hard enough to give myself a concussion, but I definitely felt dizzy and light-headed. I probably should not have done yoga, but I did. I also felt like crying, not so much because it hurt, but for some other unknown reason. My body was reacting in a way I did not quite understand. It seemed to me to be overreacting.
I had acupuncture after yoga that morning, and Matt (Truhan,) my acupuncturist, explained it as, basically, muscle memory from my attack. Because I hit my face/head on the pavement during my attack, there was something in my body that was remembering that incident and, I think now, because I was in shock that September day, I did not necessarily feel what was happening. So when I hit my head on the trunk my body brought up those feelings. What seemed at the time to me like an overreaction was just a memory from 2 1/2 years ago. I took it easy and rested and by the next day, I felt much better.
And so I one back to my original question – WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG? What I am slowly, but very slowly, figuring out is it takes as long as it takes. There is really nothing I can do to hurry it along. Now, though, when I open the trunk, I lean back as far as possible so that Grazelda cannot bite me again.