Blood Price

Whenever I move, there is a physical cost.

One time, a heavy book shelf fell on the front side of my left knee.

It could have shattered it, but instead, the blow spread through the knee to bruising out the back side in diffusion.

The next move, bulky office privacy panels (which seem to be evil when no longer connected to each other) almost took out my right leg at the upper thigh as they fell onto me.

I couldn’t stop their weight, but fought it all the way down to my last seconf while backing up.

By Grace, Itself, something was there to stop the force from crushing or snapoing my femur.

I still have an indention in my quadraceps muscle from the impact.

This move, as I’ve twitchily moved around these items (knowing at any pivot’s second they could turn on me), I did not calculate for the trailer adjustment metal pole sticking straight up behind the truck once it was attached.

It hid under the ramp I’d opened over it.

In the dark, in the rain, in an empty parking lot where the truck was parked as I returned to retrieve some bedding, I exerted extreme force and forward momentum pressure on the ramp to close it.

The fore top of my middle finger collided with crushing force against the unmovable metal appendage – and let’s just say many loud f***’s were emitted into the air around me as the pain exploded and I hazedly calculated how bad the damage could be.

My other middel finger just split yesterday, causing constant pain’s agony.

This move’s price so far has got me “flipping” the toll collector elements both of my middle fingers!