Injury & Illness; a crazy, painful week for the Village.

I did a thing last week, but mine wasn’t the only injury in the village

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I spent too much time sitting at my desk. See, my desk chair kind of sucks. I used to be a pretty awesome chair a long time ago. It is one of those fancy hydrolic spinny chairs on wheels. It had some state of the art lumbar back support and padded armrests to sit back and ponder my thoughts.

These days it isn’t so great. A couple holidays ago, Lucky was sitting in it. He leaned back and broke the back. Like Broke It. There was no injury to himself or anyone else but the plywood under all the padding split, ripping the fabric and pulling away from the armrest.

I took the back off. I had to take off the armrests as well, since they were connected. The chair still worked it just wasn’t as comfortable.

Then a few months ago the hydraulics broke and every time I sat on it, it sank as low as it could go. I was sitting at my desk like a 4 year old at the adult table; my chin just an inch from the table top. I’m not a tall person to begin with.

I discovered that If I turned the chair sideways and sat on the edge I could stay tall. This wasn’t a problem over the summer when I *sadly* spent very little time at the computer.

My stupid injury

However, last Friday I was inspired and on a roll. I spent 6 hours sitting on the edge of my chair and could hardly move when I was finished.

The next day I pulled a groin muscle stepping up on a chair to reach something on the top of the fridge. Remember, I’m not tall.

I was flabbergasted, frustrated, and a little edgy from the pain. Now I have two lower body injuries.

After hobbling around for two more days, trying not to let my back go twitchy, it dawned on me that these were very tell-tale root chakra issues. Sometimes when our chakras are ‘off’ they manifest physically as injury or illness.

The ‘Root’ of the Problem

The root chakra relate to your roots. Think of a tree. It’s roots grow deep in the ground keeping it stable and secure.

Our root chakra relates to our sense of stability and security. In my experience it had always referred back to how I feel about my status in my family/friend circle OR how I feel about our finances.

Here’s the thing: I’m not having issues with either right now. At least I didn’t think I was.

So I did a little soul searching. I reached out energetically, feeling into the energy around my relationships. The important ones are really good.

I felt into our finances. We’re both working. Income is coming in. All the bills are paid on time and we haven’t had to touch the savings. That’s better than we’ve been in a long time.

Automatic writing

It’s a trick I learned a long time ago. If I just start writing without thinking about what I’m writing I will eventually discover the things my conscious mind doesn’t want to discuss. It’s usually the things that I really need to dissect.

In this case, I wrote:

“You need to come home. You’ve been neglecting your self and your studies. Delve deeper in the doing. You need to witch better.”

I didn’t think I was neglecting anything. I’ve been elbows deep in research for the blog, my counters are cluttered with jars of dried herbs. My morning routine was still intact, practicing my coffee and contemplation at least twice a week. I thought I was witching pretty well considering it was the beginning of the school year and I had extra people in my house on any given day.

But, I guess that wasn’t enough. I wasn’t going deep enough. I needed to really connect with my ancestors.

Funnily enough, that week I had pulled the Hermit card for my weekly guidance. The Hermit tells us to take the time for reflecting, meditation and self-development. I also got my copy of The Holy Wild by Danielle Dulsky.

Both were sitting on my desk waiting for me.

You know the desk with the broken chair that I was avoiding because it hurt me!

So I hobbled back to my desk to grab the book and took it out to the deck where I could start reading in peace. The Renaissance Man had taken over the couch watching something loud and stupid because he’d pulled a hip and needed to rest it.

The next morning I woke up sore but not twitchy and by Friday I’d forgotten that I was ever in pain. Okay, not entirely. I did give the Padawan a screwdriver and had him dismantle the chair. I will use a kitchen chair from now on.

Puppy Problems

My twitchy back wasn’t the only injury last week.

On Thursday I got a call from the Princess in the middle of the day. She works on Thursdays. If she calls me in the middle of a work day, its usually because someone made her cry and she needs help pulling it together.

So I braced myself for the hysterics as I answered her call.
Instead I got a slightly manic and overly controlled Princess informing me she was on her way home to pick up Prince Charming and the Royal Pup. They were going to the Animal hospital.

Howie, the Doberman Pincher

Anyway, the night before, Howie accidentally swallowed a piece of his chew bone. It surprised and disappointing him. The Princess laughed at the time. They didn’t think much of it until he threw up on his morning walk. Twice.

Lucky for them Peter Pan’s girlfriend, (we call her Wendy, obviously) is a vet tech. Princess called her from work and she suggested they get him checked out, after work, just in case. Sometimes the chew bones can have sharp edges that could cause damage or get stuck if it’s too big to digest quickly. He’s still pretty young.

I know Wendy well enough that she was very calm about it.

I know The Princess well enough to hear she was trying very hard to be calm.

Howie got his exam and x-rays and the nervous pet parents were told he should be fine and to keep an eye on him and his droppings to make sure it passed through.

I don’t miss that part of having dogs.

Another Country Heard From

I also got a call from my mom on Friday.

My mom never calls.

In fact, I once went 5 years without hearing from her directly (my brother would give me updates). It’s not that we have a beef. There was never a blowout or nasty disagreement.

I just stopped contacting her. Mostly because she never returned my calls but also to see how long it would take for her to call me.

I still don’t have an answer.

Last January her sister passed away. I brought half the Village to the funeral. My mom was thrilled to see us and didn’t recognize some of my kids. She swore we needed to keep in touch better. I told her I would text her once a week and it was on her to reply back.

She’s been really good until about a month ago. I’m so horrible, I hardly noticed. The kids had started back to class and we’d been really busy.

More Injuries or possibly Illness

Needless to say when she actually called my phone, I panicked. I answered the phone a little frantically with “What’s Wrong?”
She understood. She replied, “Everything’s fine. Well, no it’s not, but I’m fine.”

What wasn’t fine was that her husband was in the hospital. He’d injured his back golfing at the beginning of August and it just wouldn’t get better.

Then the previous Saturday he was stuck in bed because he couldn’t get his leg to work. That’s when they went into the hospital and he’d been there for a week.

He’d had all the usual tests and they were coming up wonky, leading them to call in different specialists, who ordered more specialized tests that ruled out any underlying pathologies.

He’d seen heart doctors, liver doctors and gastro-intestinal doctors. That night, before she left,the oncologist came in. There were nodules in his lungs and something weird on his bones. They ordered biopsies but they wouldn’t have the test results until after the holiday weekend.

My poor mother was having a little brain day. Which is totally understandable after such a stressful week. She needed them to explain to her that the oncologist was a cancer doctor.

And that, she was not okay with. She’d lost her own mother and her favorite sister to cancer. It’s an ugly disease. The idea that her husband may have cancer is probably what pushed her to call. I don’t think she has the kind of friends you call with bad news.

My mama’s from the people that hide their crazy in public. So I imagine she nodded along as the oncologist talked and drove home gripping the steering wheel to keep her hands from shaking. Even as she talked to me I could tell she was putting on bravado, and I let her because I’m not there and she had to get up the next day and do it all over.

Right now, my job is to be the steady one when she needs to vent and talk. That’s what I’ve always been good at. I’ll keep checking up on her, reminding her to take care of herself and sending good juju daily.

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I hope all is well in your worlds and here’s to a happier, healthier week with lots of surprise gifts from the Universe!