The last couple days, my lower right leg has been buzzing with activity. Sensations of buzzes, thumps, sharp stabs and electrical escalations are all occurring under the cast. At first these sensations were alarming, but I've come to believe something new to me: there are little microscopic carpenters in there. These little workers are building scaffolds, and clambering all around my broken right leg, where they are pulling, pushing, hammering and jimmying the injured bone, pulled muscles and strained tendons. They are working overtime to try to pull the broken bits and pieces together, and as annoying as these guys can be, I appreciate all their hard work.
To be truthful, I need to believe there are little workers in there. It makes it possible for me to stay in touch with my body and its healing. It makes it possible for me to let go and let them do their work. If there is a Higher Power, these little guys are it. They are a part of me and belong to me, but they work all on their own. I can help or hinder them, so I take some extra calcium and I try not to move around and disrupt the work they are doing.
What I would ask of them is if they could stop the jack-hammering at 4 a.m. Guys, it disrupts my sleep and hurts like hell when you bring out the jack-hammers that early!!
They aren't listening to me, though. They want to get the job done, so they continue to work 24 hours a day, and it's only day six of 42, but I couldn't ask for a better team of workers.
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