Posting my Limp sequence has been interrupted by a project that is now all but done. So it’s back to these poems about the mishap I had this spring.
If you’ve ever experienced one event, followed by another, and another, you’ll recognize the feeling of a domino train. This was my experience way back in early April this year. The episode below turned out to be nothing serious, but we do imagine the worst, don’t we!
Domino train
It was minus 15 with a windchill
I was planning another session
on the treadmill
the day I hurtled down
some stairs, broke something
and thought
What will happen next?
Hope this isn’t
only the first domino.
Surgery left me
with one leg shorter
than the other
Now doomed
to orthotics, a fat-soled shoe
or a forever limp
today I felt a bruise-like
pain, deep
in my calf.
Could it be DVT?
Will this be
the death of me?
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