One Week later

This morning I wanted to yank the ever annoying cervical collar off my neck, or maybe instead gently unhook it, but subsequently throw it hard against the wall. That would be a totally unwise thing to do, however I know have a pretty good idea of what a dog must feel like when the vet puts one of those very high cone collars on their neck to prevent them from scratching, moving their neck, or accessing their torso. It was not easy being me this morning. But after I took my morning stroll with Peter and had my coffee, I put it all back in perspective and remembered this is the 10 year anniversary of 911 today and at approximately 1:30 this afternoon it will be one week since my accident. Although I am frustrated, I might still be stuck lying flat on my back, with strict instructions not to move, at the hospital Shock Trauma Unit. And I also need to remember all the brave individuals who lost their lives due to senseless terrorism and violence, many of whom were attempting to help others. If I think too hard about how many weeks I am stuck inside these devices– ie the TCO jacket and the cervical collar, it is overwhelmingly depressing. So instead I think about the current day and limit my plans to getting through the upcoming week. One day at a time, living in the moment in applied practice.