May 25th, 2008

Cut cuddle and be Cute

No, my name isn't Dorthy, sorry

The dream was an odd one. I dreamed that my pain was horrible, responding to light and absolutely raging out of control. I'm told I was screaming. I was on a train and had somehow found some doctor who was trying to treat me, but the pain caused by the movement of the train and the brightness of the sun was horrible. I woke up to my mom, touching my arme, trying to wake me up.

Once I woke up, I heard the thunder. Then, I heard the rain. Then, I heard the hail. The hail was very intense. Dad brought back a piece for me to feel, it was the size of a large ice cube. We turned on the TV and found that we were in a tornado warning. The sky was dark, so we went down into the basement. Dad, ever the daredevil, watched the storm. We had some wind, but no trees down in the driveway. Dad says the hail only got bigger. As we sat in the basement, I could feel my foot inflate. The swelling got bigger, the pain got higher. I felt electrical shocks throughout my foot and leg and sometimes other places in my body, probably because the nervous system was going crazy. The reaction was intense, quite a sight to behold.

I've written about how I try to handle storms before, but this definitely isn't a post where I'll tell you how I used my own formula to stay calm. Between the dyer predictions from the weatherman and the fact that I'd dreamed about being on a train, I was just waiting for a Twister-like scene, complete with losing my dad and my dog (Julio was downstairs with me, feeling scared, but Baxter, ever the helper, was upstairs with Dad).

Obviously, the storm didn't kill us. We don't have damage, just rain. Things are fine here. But the reaction to the storm is something I will never forget. OIt highlights again the need to be prepared in case of disaster. The only thing I did right for my pain was to take my medication before heading for the basement. I didn't use my relaxation skills. I didn't think happy thoughts. I didn't even think to grab a blanket and stay warm. Instead, I screamed from the fear and the pain and uddered a four letter word that starts with F but which isn't fear toward my mother when she suggested that I practice my deep breathing. Survival skills? What're those?

I'd also like to note that I do not benefit from the maps with pink highlighting and all that fancy stuff. The weather people did a decent job of saying the county's affected, but they didn't mention our small city, even though they mentioned all of the cities surrounding that location. Pain issues, blindness issues and politics oh my! I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.