I’ve heard people describe panic attacks as “if an elephant were sitting on my chest,” so, not to steal their thunder, I feel as if an elephant is laying on me. Like I’m getting a big, heavy elephant hug this morning. Now I love elephants. They’re right up there with labradors and bunny rabbits for my favorite animals. The other two just happen to be a bit better for hugs.
So, like Popeye and his spinach, I’ve thrown down a cup of coffee and I’m waiting to see if I sprout muscles and gently relocate my elephant to the side.
I’ve had a great streak this week. I’ve thought about putting up one of those counters like at warehouses, “430 days since last incident” except mine would read more like, “4 days since last incident”. Four days is almost a week. Summer tends to be kind to me. It also tricks me like how a few weeks ago I was feeling all peppy and strong and took the dog out for a long walk, only to realize I used up my tank of leg strength and was stuck nowhere near my car. So, the dog and I sat by a nice sculpture, recharging my legs. Watching folks walk by, run by, bike by. Oh to be so limber. Eventually I hobbled my way back to my car and then went home and took a three hour nap. Tricky little summer-time humor.