Vision Board

I spent last Sunday morning putting together my vision board for the year. A vision board, if you aren't already familiar with the concept, is a mix of pictures and words that call attention to your desires for the year ahead. Mine is full of the usual suspects -- eating healthy, exercising, finding Mr. Right. I also put information on there about Reach the Beach (a biking trip) and Round the Mountain (a three day trek around Mt. Hood). Nowhere on there, however, did I put a trip to the Emergency Room.

I tweaked my back and as Sunday morning turned into evening, I could tell things were reaching the "bad pain" point. I crawled into bed hoping I would sleep it off. Around 1:00 a.m., I woke up needing to use the bathroom. A typically easy task took forever. Move an inch, scream, breath, move an inch, scream, breath, move an inch, scream, breath . . Only by sheer willpower did I crawl to the toilet.

As I was doing my business, I started to feel very faint and naseaus from my back pain. I had visions of me, basically unable to move, vomiting, and then passing out and falling off the toilet seat. As this vision was none too appealing, I screwed my head back on straight and told myself to Able Cable things back together. Thankfully, I succeeded.

After what seemed like 30 minutes later, I made it the few feet over to where my cell phone was. Thankfully, my neighbor was up and thankfully, I had provided him with a spare key to my place only days earlier. Devine foresight, perhaps? He took me to the ER and after 5 uncomfortable hours of waiting, I finally got pumped full of drugs.

I took two days off from work and let the narcotics do their thing. I'm happily up and walking again! I had to move my trip to Cabo off for a few weeks, but hard to dance and drink when you're back is out. Now I'm on the road to recovery.

Reach the Beach and Round the Mountain, here I come!