Crossplanet

First day at the beach house. Having my first breakfast in the patio. The wind blows, the doors closes, the key inside… I don’t know what came to my mind, but my first thought was to climb by the neighbour’s roof to enter the house through my bedroom’s window.

And here I am…first climbing to the low part of the window, then on the top of it, reaching the edge of the roof, getting support on my arms to pull up myself on the roof… loosing my balance…and falling down, 2 meters lower, on the concrete…

The chock took my breath away. For a few seconds I couldn’t breathe. As far as I remember, I don’t recall having such a chock. That’s a real strange sensation, feeling the whole weight of my body, trying to feel where it hurts, trying to evaluate the damages… can I move my legs, my arms? My back and hips hurts a lot… my right foot too. Can I get up? It seems so… I got up of my feet, and tried a second time! Successfully this time.

During the whole day, the pain was killing me. Luckily for me, my friend arrived and comforted and pampered me, that’s what kept me out from despair.

The day after I felt better already, pain was bearable, and day after day I learned to be patient, to stay quiet and to use my body differently to avoid pain and useless efforts. The holidays were happy ones, filling myself with energies from the beach, then sun and the ocean.

Today, five weeks later, I finally resolved myself to get X-ray, and I happened to know that a little bone (the 4th metatarsis) had been broken...