So. I spent some time doing something that I almost never do. I fretted.
I wondered why it had to be me that the dog knocked over at the ballpark. Can't walk, can't bend my neck, can't sit comfortably - I'm a mess again - and after spending weeks on my physical therapy exercises, money on better vitamins, great care to prepare arthritis-friendly foods.
I wondered who (of course I knew who) would bring a half-trained dog into a crowd of people and then not watch him - just let him jump!
I wondered why a dear one would sweep the fact that I could very well be hurt under the rug and forget it, act defensive when I mentioned it later, and give me that you-are-a-pain-in-the-ass look.
I wondered at the one person who later asked if I was OK and I wondered at the two who didn't. I wondered a whole lot of other things before I stopped.
No use to fret.
It doesn't change anything, I told myself, to realize that people don't think. Or that almost everyone is so self-absorbed they may not be paying attention. Or that they simply do not notice the things and people around them.
So you see the place I was in earlier.
They say that nobody can hurt you unless you let them (mentally, not physically), so about mid-morning I gave up feeling sorry for myself, forgave the guilty parties for moving on with their lives without another thought, and I put the affair behind me. Why should I let the behavior of others cause me grief? I have enough to do to get back in shape, physically, one more time
