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Wednesday, January 20, 2016

What does yoga mean to me? Chapter 20 - Wake up to the Sun

I’m alive?? What the hell is she talking about?

I tried to slide out of my seat...shit, the seatbelt...I reached to try and unbuckle and instantly felt a jolt in my damaged thumb.
What the hell is going on?
The four doors of my jeep had sprung open on impact and I was freezing cold.
I took a deep breath and tried to orient myself. Ok, right, I was in an accident…broken bones? I can’t tell…OK start at the top.

My head was killing me, my face hurt like hell. Airbag...No real damage though.
My front teeth were veneers, they were shattered…OK I can deal with that.
My shoulder was pinched by the seat belt harness and my rotator cuff was torn.
Both thumbs sprained from gripping the steering wheel.
Both knees sprained from whiplash on the sudden stop.
But I’m alright!! I am alive! I tried again to unbuckle but now the EMT’s were there, talking to me like I was a child…I’m fine I’m fine I just want to go home…They strapped me to a back board and loaded me into the ambulance. The x-rays showed no other damage, and my brother was called to come take me home.

I woke up on Friday to a brilliant sunny day, damaged but not broken. It should have been a wakeup call, another one to join the thousands before. Instead I just felt euphoria, and I went about the day walking on air, completely oblivious to the months of sheer agony and physio that waited for me just a short day away.


“Wake Up To the Sun” Limblifter

Wake up to the sun, to the sun
Wake up to the sun, to the sun

Do ya don't ya see emergency red
As cynical as a tank captain
Dirty we met in the shelter
We live in the shelter
We'd all like to be clear
But I don't want to leave
We lift off in asylum green

Wake up to the sun, to the sun
Wake up to the sun, to the sun

Ya I may be hoping to get held captive
Elevating a pattern drunk captain
Dirty we grow in the shelter
We fight in the shelter
We all get to be clear
And I don't want to leave
We feel good in asylum green

Wake up to the sun, to the sun
Wake up to the sun, to the sun
Wake up to the sun, to the sun

Relax, wake up
Relax
Relax

I'm pale in comparison
No reason to be mean
It's confusing me
Stop confusing me

Relax it's confusing me



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