All Shook Up
A car almost hit me last night. The car was speeding. The car was in the wrong lane. My brain did not want to accept that a speeding car was on a direct course toward me but reflexes took over and I swerved off the road into the bushes.
I had it together enough in that moment to look back to try to get the license number, but it was dark and the car was already out of sight.
My mind keeps playing the scene over and over again. Headlights blinding me, coming directly at me, swerve, falling, silence.
I managed to ride my bike the rest of the way home, maybe ten minutes, but I don't remember it.
The next thing I do remember is trying to get my purse out of the side basket of my bike and discovering that the strap had gotten shoved up into the wheel hub when I went down. For some reason that's when I started crying.
I went inside knowing only that I needed my man's arms around me.
Björn was taking what must have been a nice peaceful bath up to the moment that his woman came into the bathroom in a state of complete and utter hysteria. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. I have never in my entire life been so totally out of control of my emotions. True, true hysteria.
His reaction could not have been more ideal. Calm, reassuring, patient to wait until I could get out enough words to say what had happened.
A commenter here recently observed that Björn and I are like two fussy old ladies trying to convince the world that we love each other. The reality is that I love that man with all my heart, mind and soul. I don't care what anonymous commenters or anyone else thinks of it. When things happen like they did last night, I want to write about it and about the man who makes every booboo, big and small, go away.
I want to grow to a very old age with this man.
I had it together enough in that moment to look back to try to get the license number, but it was dark and the car was already out of sight.
My mind keeps playing the scene over and over again. Headlights blinding me, coming directly at me, swerve, falling, silence.
I managed to ride my bike the rest of the way home, maybe ten minutes, but I don't remember it.
The next thing I do remember is trying to get my purse out of the side basket of my bike and discovering that the strap had gotten shoved up into the wheel hub when I went down. For some reason that's when I started crying.
I went inside knowing only that I needed my man's arms around me.
Björn was taking what must have been a nice peaceful bath up to the moment that his woman came into the bathroom in a state of complete and utter hysteria. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. I have never in my entire life been so totally out of control of my emotions. True, true hysteria.
His reaction could not have been more ideal. Calm, reassuring, patient to wait until I could get out enough words to say what had happened.
A commenter here recently observed that Björn and I are like two fussy old ladies trying to convince the world that we love each other. The reality is that I love that man with all my heart, mind and soul. I don't care what anonymous commenters or anyone else thinks of it. When things happen like they did last night, I want to write about it and about the man who makes every booboo, big and small, go away.
I want to grow to a very old age with this man.