Injuries are interesting things. Minor injuries, that is. Major injuries are painful and horrible and it’s best to heal and then forget about them as much as possible. But minor injuries teach us a lot about our bodies and our day-to-day lives.
By interesting, I mean that whenever you get a small cut, scrape, or bruise, it seems that you are highly aware of the part of your body that is injured. Places on my hands, arms, or legs that I never really pay attention to, suddenly become the focal point of my day. I realize just how often I use that thumb, or bump into that part of my upper arm if there’s a minor injury. I think this is a pretty common phenomenon, to be honest.
Never has this been more relevant for me, however, than last week. I had a “minor” skirmish with the bottom of our hot tub, and the hot tub won. But it wasn’t a fair contest, because the tub had help. Let me explain.
Last week, I went out to enjoy a soak after dark. Matt was inside watching football, and I was relaxing, gazing at the stars and enjoying a drink in a paper cup. It was heavenly. Then I saw what appeared to be a very large creature run across the back of our yard – about 30 yards to the east of where I sat, lounging in the tub. I stood up and opened the back door and yelled to Matt, “is the dog outside?”
He called back, “no, he’s right here.” That’s when I realized that a wolf, or rhino, or some other predatory creature (certainly not a deer) must be in our back yard. I did the sensible, normal thing to do in that situation. I tossed the paper cup into the yard, stepped out of the hot tub, and reached for my towel. In my haste, my right heel became lodged under the base of the tub.
In a less hectic moment, I might have had the wherewithal to pull my foot forward, but I was in a panic by this time. I yanked my foot straight upward, then dodged into the house. Because of the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I didn’t feel the pain at first. It wasn’t until I was safely inside, and the floor was covered with blood, that I realized some of my foot was still outside.
It actually was a relatively minor injury; a deep scrape, but thankfully not requiring sutures! It did require a large bandage for many days. I couldn’t wear any type of shoe with a heel. I kept bumping my heel on chair legs. If I walked up or down steps, it reopened the wound. I am suddenly fully appreciative of my heels and how often they come into contact with stuff.
I also figured out that a predatory animal most likely wouldn’t have bothered me, let alone joined me, in the hot tub. But I’m mightily aware of my heels now, proving there’s a silver lining in everything.
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Sue is a retired public servant who volunteers at a local elementary school and Hospice and keeps busy taking care of house, husband, son, and pets. She lives just outside of Troy, Ohio.