Accident, Anxiety, Bike stack, Confusion, Crash, Depression, EMDR, Fear, Gravel rash, Injuries, Intuition, Mojo, Panic attacks, super powers, Unemployed
Been in a funny little funk this week. And its made it hard to write, damnit. Which really doesn’t help matters.
Where there’s movement after a long period of stagnation, often what you get is the discovery of more stuff to deal with. You couldn’t see it before coz there was so much else in the way…
Fell off my bike the weekend before this one. Took a major tumble. I’ve mentioned my clumsiness before… Somehow though, I managed to not break any bones, trash my clothing, and I didn’t wreck my bike. Overall, it was a pretty successful stack (Aussie term for fall/crash).
Returning from my yoga studies course, I was travelling on the footpath (which I don’t do a lot, but this was a busy road), and probably going just a touch too fast (ahem, when would I do that??). So when the broken footpath came into view, it was too late to avoid it. Just beyond this nasty piece of trouble was dirt – not helpful when you’re trying not to skid.
I could see what was gonna happen, and so I called on possibly the only super-power I actually do have… the ability to think clearly as I fall, and do what I can to minimise the end result.
As in, make sure my fingers aren’t in bad places, don’t try to break the fall with an outstretched hand (which can result in broken wrists) and try to relax as much as possible. The opposite of ‘bracing for impact’. Also, I threw myself off my bike, knowing I didn’t really want a handle bar or any other part lodged firmly against my ribs, for example.
‘Course, that doesn’t mean that I got off scot-free. Hardly! As I lay there fully stretched out on my belly, arms in front of me… trying to asses if I was okay, a lovely, well-meaning dude (himself a cyclist) came over to see if I was alright. But then, without warning tried to lift me to my feet, grabbing me under the shoulders while standing in front of me, causing my back to arch upwards… Don’t do that, please, I begged.
He looked offended, but I explained, I need to get up a little more gently. And y’know, its handy to understand if someone is really injured or not, before hauling them up by the shoulders! Rolling to one side and sitting up was much more ideal, once adrenaline stopped pumping so hard and I could start to feel the extent of my injuries.
Thank goodness for cycling gloves, is all I could think while inspecting the trashed palms of my gloves (grateful it wasn’t my hands). Elbows didn’t fair so well, though. The day was warm and I was dressed in an orange North Face t-shirt, not really ideal for cycling (though tempting when you think you’re invincible on a warm day).
Oh yes, it wasn’t pretty.
It was gravel rash.
Both elbows and knees, and my stomach. Found out later I was also gifted with a bruised boob. Ouch!
Left elbow was the worst. But both were nicely mashed up. Blood, dirt, tiny pebbles. Profusely stinging.
And what was that? My left shoulder was putting in a serious complaint. Didn’t have time to think about it too much, coz I was in danger of fainting.
The nice old guy checked my bike was okay and seeing I wasn’t in need of emergency treatment, directed me to a nearby seat. Which I needed, to catch my breath and make sure I was okay.
I needed to regroup if I was gonna cycle another five kilometers home.
Almost there, I dragged my bruised and battered self into the pharmacy conveniently placed on the road home… got pain killers and bandages and stuff from a very unsympathetic looking pharmacist.
Luckily as I said, nothing broken. I did wonder though, where my hot male nurse was… the one who shoulda been there to pick up the pieces!
So, anyway. Here I am, just finished a course of EMDR therapy. I’ll go and see my therapist again in a month. Just to see how things are going.
But on top of the physical meshing of body against pavement… there’s been another sort of crash.
Or, perhaps the best word is… panic.
No job. Again. No income. Limited stores of cash that won’t last forever. The job market is D-E-A-D and I’m not even getting a nibble from applications I’ve sent in! Doom and gloom on the news, unemployment’s jumped x%. Whatever skills I have, they’re only useful as long as there’s demand for them…
But there’s actually a bunch of work in my field in Sydney right now. So what am I doing here, anyway? In Melbourne? With nothing really going for me? The only thing that’s actually working for me here, is my yoga course. The whole move-to-Melbourne-and-become-closer-to-my-family thing was a wash. Of course, there’s my beautiful nieces.
But they aren’t my life. That’s my sister’s family, not mine. As for me? I’m trying to get my life back on track, fighting really hard for that and… its one thing after another.
Not to mention… my mojo has vanished! That little light of intuition, voices in my head that talk to me, tell me stuff… well, its been radio silence almost all of the last couple of weeks.
So what the heck am I doing again? Do I actually have a point, here? I’m not so sure about that right now…
That panic attack it seems, was just waiting for a clearing to have its turn. And so I couldn’t write. Couldn’t do anything much, especially in the last week… and I’m not feeling pulled in any one direction or the other. Nothing to guide me. Nothing.
And that’s where I am, still.
Got ordered out of the house on Friday by a friend… which helped but still, I’m not cool with all this nothingness. Though as a yogini, I darn well should be!
I know, I know. I’m still healing, moving on from demons of the past. Licking my wounds. Give myself a break. Yaadayaadayaada…
Michelle Tackabery said:
Nah, I’m not gonna do it . . . sounds to me like you know what you want to do already. Trust your intuition. Is there anyway you can start applying for jobs in Sydney and see what happens?
Nice post for someone who is having writer’s block. I didn’t post for about two weeks myself. I’m glad you didn’t break any bones in your fall. Neat picture, by the way. luv ya, Susan
Perhaps the accident was nature’s way of slowing you down for a spell to give you time to reflect on where you go from here. I’m happy that all will heal quickly.
Follow the path you feel is best for you and be open to all the new experiences you will find.
paperweight owner said:
Sorry about your crash. As you know I’m not one that could give anyone else advice, but I do wish the best for you Svasti. Maybe a move to Sydney is holding the best part of your life. Sometimes things that seem so dark are just the opening act for something wonderful. I hope that is true for you.
Sorry- I forgot to take that silly name out. Wow, aren’t you glad I came?
@Michelle Tackabery – Nope, actually I don’t know right now, what I want to be doing! Whilst there’s not much holding me in Melbourne, there’s also the pain of moving interstate again that turns me off. And yeah, I’m enjoying my yoga course, and I do really like the place I’ve moved into – its possibly the nicest place I’ve ever lived! To stay… to go… what’s the right thing for me right now… do I have a choice… are the questions that plague me at present!
@ozzieblackcat – Hi Susan, nice to hear from you! Yeah well, its taken all week to get this one out, and it wasn’t easy dragging myself to sit down and write, believe me! Yeah, the pic was a very cool Google images find 🙂
@Roger – Yeah, maybe so! And I’m grateful I didn’t break anything really. I’ve done plenty of that in my life! Somehow I’ve gotta get back in the flow, if only I could find where that is again…
@tricia – hehe, nice one with the odd name. I thought I had a new reader! 😉
Moves, moves, more moves… I’m sick of moving, although I do suspect its part of my lot in life. My current abode is #19 – I know it won’t be my last but for crying out loud, I’ve only been here five months!!
The thing that really bugs me is that I usually get a hint of some description about what’s going on in my life. But right now? De nada…
Oh dear, Svasti! I’m so sorry to hear about your crash and hopefully, you are recovering nicely by now.
I remember now, we share a certain klutziness-I could have seen myself flying off the bike just as you did.
I have talked to a few friends who find themselves as you do (unemployed) and they are also finding it hard to find motivation to get going. Perhaps there’s some kind of weird energy going on.
@Melinda – I’m healing slowly, helped along by yoga. But the physical pain is neither here nor there. It will get better.
I’m trying to build a bit of structure into my large amount of free time. Which is tough to do when you’re not feeling it. But I’m getting there, a little.
The worst part of all of this, is not really knowing what I should be doing with myself. Do I sell up everything and go travelling (many attachments to give up there if I do, but it might be the best thing)? Do I move interstate? Do I stay here and tough it out one way or another?
Nothing is clear. And I really frickin’ hate that!!