{"id":4417,"date":"2021-08-19T17:35:41","date_gmt":"2021-08-19T17:35:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.ladybassmusic.net\/?p=4417"},"modified":"2021-08-19T18:01:19","modified_gmt":"2021-08-19T18:01:19","slug":"chapter-1-it-all-goes-sideways","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.ladybassmusic.net\/?p=4417","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 1 – It All Goes Sideways"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I woke up very early the morning of Wednesday, July 14. My mother had recently gone back into the hospital due to a heart issue, so I attributed the day\u2019s early riser status to stress.\u00a0 I made the best of the situation; committed to the early up, made breakfast, got some practice time in, took care of business-related tasks, and then hit the home gym. Despite waking up early and my mom\u2019s current situation, I felt relatively upbeat. The day was kicking off to a productive start. The dopamine jolt from both the elliptical and practice time was helping lift my mood.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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While working out, a commotion started on the stairwell. A wasp came flying up the stairs into the workout area with two of the cats right behind in hot pursuit. Lieu and Pepper were tag-teaming this hunt, both overly enthusiastic about exercising their natural-born predatory instincts.\u00a0<\/span>\n

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I thought to myself, \u201cThis isn\u2019t going to end well for someone.\u201c\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I completely failed to consider that the statement could also apply to me. I truly thought this would be a simple \u201ccatch and release\u201d before either wasp or cats are injured. The stuff that opposable thumbed beings were created for\u2026right?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I got a chair and a cup. And this strange \u201cFinal Destination\u201d-esque series of events continued to unfold. Yup, you can guess what happened next. Gravity…and other inconvenient laws of physics like that\u2026.ugh.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Less than a minute later, I lay on the floor next to my mountain bike, which was still bolted into a heavy steel Cycle-Ops stand.\u00a0 My tailbone and lower back had connected with the side of the stand, testing the sturdy nature of the frame. True to form, the bike was still locked in as I slid down the floor brace rail on the stand. I didn\u2019t even realize I had bruised my tailbone when I landed on the rail, because the subsequent events took precedence.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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As I landed, I saw my left wrist fold up underneath me. I winced and thought, \u201cFuck, that\u2019s not supposed to look like that.\u201d I had no time to continue the thought further. Landing on my side, my hands unable to soften the fall, my head connected solidly with the side of the treadmill base.\u00a0 Dazed and gripping my left wrist…I could feel my head starting to bleed and swell.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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In seconds, that productive, peaceful morning had shifted to \u201cnow I am screaming my head off in agony\u201d. I\u00a0also now have empirical evidence that my neighbors will never check to see if I am murdering someone in my own home. Good to know.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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At this moment, despite yelling my damn head off, I realized a few more things:<\/span><\/p>

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