So, for those who didn't follow this journal last year -- because, well, most of you had never heard of me -- I had a gastric bypass last March. I was... large. What the jokes would call "Oh my god, he's coming right at us." And I was dying -- sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, but the end was near.
I've lost a lot of weight since then, and I'm still losing. I now climb flights of stairs for daily exercise, when before I had to take an elevator to go one floor, for example. But there was one area I was still terrified in.
Frankly, ice scares the hell out of me.
When I was at my top weight, slipping and falling on the ice was
horrible. First, there was the fall itself -- a jarring impact that caused every joint to hurt and scared me on the way down that I'd break many, many bones. But that was just the start. You see, after that, I had to get back up.
And, if I fell where there was nothing to brace on, I couldn't.
I literally couldn't go from lying on the ground to standing up. I could get my legs under me, but they then couldn't dead-lift me back into standing position. So I'd have to either get help, or crawl to a tree or staircase or something.
It was
humiliating. I remember once, last winter... I fell in the middle of the quad, on a snowy day. There was hidden ice, you see. It was the beginning of winter break, so there was no one on campus right then. And I couldn't stand. Finally, I started the long crawl across the quad back to the academic building so I could get up.
A teacher -- a nice guy -- saw me, realized something was wrong, and ran out to help me. And that was great of him, and
excruciatingly embarrassing. I was
helpless. I felt
worthless. I felt like Darwin was standing over me, waiting with his chainsaw and smirking. I didn't
deserve to live.
Well. That was then. I've lost over a hundred and twenty pounds since then. I now climb stairs willingly.
But I'm still scared to death of the ice.
Today it's snowing, and it was freezing rain before. And I was walking -- you guessed it -- across the quad. There were students everywhere, though. Which would actually be worse, if you think about it.
Naturally, I fell.
The first thing I thought as I hit the ground was
oh Shit!The second thing I thought, about a second later, was
wait... that didn't hurt.It didn't. At all. So, I shifted position, got my legs under me, thought "well, I guess we find out now, don't we?"
And stood.
I didn't strain. I didn't fight. I just popped right up, picked up the bag I'd been carrying, and kept on my way.
As I got close to the school, a student fell in front of me. I helped him up, asking if he was all right.
"I'm fine," he said, grinning and shaking his head. "Just embarrassed."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "I did the same thing a couple of minutes ago."
Take that, Darwin.
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