I'm afraid to get out of bed.
Yesterday was one of the worst days in recent memory - 11 hours at MGH, and an aching back more or less throughout.
Today, however and miraculously, I have woken up after a sound and uninterrupted sleep feeling perfectly fine. Finer, in fact, than I have in the past month. So I'm lying here thinking about going for a swim after a brief MGH visit, doing some school work with a settled mind, maybe I'll even cook something!
And that, my friends, is why I'm afraid to get out of bed. What if I don't feel so great after I stand up? Take a few steps? Actually do some of those marvelous things?
The irony actually makes me laugh. What a great story - the woman who felt so good that she was afraid to do anything for fear of screwing it up. There's also probably a profound metaphor in there somewhere, but I'll leave that to you to ponder.
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