I awaken. Eyes wide open. The dream I came from is a distant past. I tense all the muscles in my weak neck to look up and see the clock…… 2:43 am……..again 3:33am…….again 4:16am. The pain in my hands aches to a montage of tingling, numbness, and pain getting increasingly more intense. Circles on the ceiling begin to take on familiar shapes. Full blown pariedolia takes over. My cervical spinal cord having two crushed discs and being decompressed and fused was a blessing. So much worse it could have been to the point of being paralyzed. Truly I am blessed.
I finally wake up one more time at 5:54am . I reach over gently and call my husband’s name softly. Another day has started. Wearing my bra to bed was the best idea. I didn’t have to put it on again this morning agitating my Scoliosis, my new cervical surgical site, or my broken shoulder.
Today will be a good day. I rise up putting one foot in front of the other. As I run my shaky hands over my decrepit scar on my neck I think, Yes, time to take Quincy to the dog park. Life is good.
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