ouch!
Here is the plight of being a dancer:
If you ever get hurt, its so much more than just getting hurt. All of the fear that you'll never be able to dance again comes flooding in, along with the fear that you may never be able to walk the same or at all. Imagine loving something so much that if you don't do it everyday you turn into a completely different person. Its what makes you feel alive and optimistic about our world. Now imagine in one second that being ripped out from under you.
I was dancing my heart out today when I noticed a small pain in my low back, the place where I've always had a little pain but never gotten it looked at. Then after throwing my leg up into the air (battement for those non-dancers), I felt my back seriously tighten up. As I hobbled over to the table it continued to get worse, but not until I reached for my sweater did it finally give out. I collapsed on the ground and couldn't move. The only thought that went through my mind was, "I'll never dance again." Now I realize this is pathetic and girlie, but when you know all about how the spine works and you know exactly what happened and what its going to take to recover overreaction is imminent. As I lay there on my back with tears rolling down my face I couldn't do anything but make myself not move. Do you have any idea how hard that is for a dancer? I'm moving all the time, even if its one of those terret looking twitches, my body just has to move.
So there I am, flat on my back, (like some men want you...hehe) and I realize that this is just my body telling me I'm doing too much. I always do too much, I wouldn't be surprised if I'm constantly tearing muscles just to get my leg that little bit higher, or my pelvis that much more square. Either way I pushed myself too much and now I'm paying for it. So now I'm forced to take it easy.
The experience did show me who my friends were though. Thanks to James, Grace, Joyel, Bethany, Christian, and Julie I was able to become vertical again and get home to a bed. Joyels hands made the pain go away, even if just for a moment. Whenever someone is in physical need another side of a person is revealed. Some shy away and don't know what to do, others become the busy bee and won't leave you alone (mom!) while others know that all one really needs is someone to just be there.
So here I am now laying in bed wondering what to do. Hopefully I'll be better for Halloween!!! I better be.
If you ever get hurt, its so much more than just getting hurt. All of the fear that you'll never be able to dance again comes flooding in, along with the fear that you may never be able to walk the same or at all. Imagine loving something so much that if you don't do it everyday you turn into a completely different person. Its what makes you feel alive and optimistic about our world. Now imagine in one second that being ripped out from under you.
I was dancing my heart out today when I noticed a small pain in my low back, the place where I've always had a little pain but never gotten it looked at. Then after throwing my leg up into the air (battement for those non-dancers), I felt my back seriously tighten up. As I hobbled over to the table it continued to get worse, but not until I reached for my sweater did it finally give out. I collapsed on the ground and couldn't move. The only thought that went through my mind was, "I'll never dance again." Now I realize this is pathetic and girlie, but when you know all about how the spine works and you know exactly what happened and what its going to take to recover overreaction is imminent. As I lay there on my back with tears rolling down my face I couldn't do anything but make myself not move. Do you have any idea how hard that is for a dancer? I'm moving all the time, even if its one of those terret looking twitches, my body just has to move.
So there I am, flat on my back, (like some men want you...hehe) and I realize that this is just my body telling me I'm doing too much. I always do too much, I wouldn't be surprised if I'm constantly tearing muscles just to get my leg that little bit higher, or my pelvis that much more square. Either way I pushed myself too much and now I'm paying for it. So now I'm forced to take it easy.
The experience did show me who my friends were though. Thanks to James, Grace, Joyel, Bethany, Christian, and Julie I was able to become vertical again and get home to a bed. Joyels hands made the pain go away, even if just for a moment. Whenever someone is in physical need another side of a person is revealed. Some shy away and don't know what to do, others become the busy bee and won't leave you alone (mom!) while others know that all one really needs is someone to just be there.
So here I am now laying in bed wondering what to do. Hopefully I'll be better for Halloween!!! I better be.