I may have told you on FB or Twitter that I’ve been seeing a chiropractor on a bi-weekly basis. I’m supposing that this is the result of working too long in one position. (So much for ergonomics. Whatever…)
Anyway. I was making noticeable progress. The day of my initial visit, I had woken up feeling like I could barely move my neck. I felt like my whole clavicle was out of whack and the pain was making me nauseous. I called off work that day, called the chiropractor and his lovely receptionist uttered those miraculous words, “How soon can you be here?” That was roughly 3 weeks ago.
By this past Monday I was feeling quite human once again. I’ve gotten in the habit of moving gracefully as opposed to using any quick, jerky movements to give my neck a nice rest and to let it enjoy it’s new “home.” Read: where it’s supposed to be, as in no place like…
And then… picture it. I’m cleaning up my work area in the clean room at work. I’ve been training another girl to do a job that I used to do. It’s time for her to put information in the system and I am walking toward her to make sure she’s doing it right. In the mean time, there is another girl, a big girl (and if I say she weighs in the neighborhood of 300+ pounds, I am not exaggerating) standing off to the side of my path. Suddenly, the big girl steps backward, directly into me, knocking me off balance. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m careening toward trainer girl. Rather than crash down on her, I throw out my left arm to grab the edge of her desk to catch myself. Hindsight being as they say 20-20, I may have been better off just crashing down on top of trainer girl.
I not only jarred my left wrist but I twisted my neck and spine (at the waist) when I caught myself. Reading this, it sounds worse than it actually was. It’s just that after having no less than six or seven adjustments, I now feel like everything the chiropractor has done has been un-done. Right this minute I have ice on my wrist (new injury) and heat on my shoulders. I imagine that in a day or two I will feel fine. I’m due for my next adjustment on Monday evening.
I imagine the whole scene looked rather comical to a bystander. There is me, a scrawny little 118 pounds bouncing off the back end of the big person. It all happened so fast, I wasn’t entirely sure what hit me until the big person said, “Are you ok? I didn’t see you there.” I’m thinking, obviously.
It’s difficult to relate this without sounding a certain way. But there are physics in play here and it happened. My own personal thought is that when you have a body, big or small, you tend to have a feel for the space you inhabit. Apparently that is not always the case and accidents do happen.
On a loosely related note, the same day I witnessed a woman very nearly get struck by a truck about 50 feet away from me. Oddly enough, while her heart may have suffered more of a jolt than mine, she’s probly relaxing comfortably right now.
This is where I’m supposed to write the wrap-up with some intelligible thought to tie it all together and make some profound conclusion or something, right? I don’t know what that would be. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time like the lady who stepped in front of the truck, thinking it would stop for her. She may have simply used poor judgement. I maybe should have anticipated the possibility that the big girl wasn’t going to stand where she was indefinitely and that she had no idea I was behind her. It’s not as if I’d assumed she was equipped with a beeping back-up alarm because that would just be ridiculous. But I will tell you that until this aching reminder wears off, I will be a bit more cautious when anyone approaches MY SPACE. lol I totally didn’t see that coming either! ah ha ha.
(ps. yes, of course i know that myspace is totally yesterday’s news)