And this little piggy went….. all the way (not home) to the Urgent Medical Care Center
I had a few head’s up which I apparently… well, the first one I mis-interpreted (darn dreams anyway!) and the second one? Ignored! And the third one shrugged away.
I roared laughing at as I buddy wrapped it this morning. What’s that little rhyme? “Poor little piggy”, I thought. All red and the left half of the foot all black and blue, “poor little piggy.”
I had a dream around the time that the downstairs Indian neighbors got my full attention with their yelling and door slamming—between the 7th and 14th. Rarely do I dream specific dates like that. Maybe it was wishful thinking that I attributed the 14th as the date one of them was leaving – I thought it was her. I’ve been holding out hope that this would happen. Instead, something else happened! Dude, really? It certainly did—at least in my apartment. What happened in there’s—don’t know and don’t care. All I know is that last night the Hindu chants to Ganesh played on low volume on the desktop computer in my room until 4 am and no bad dreams for the 2nd night in a row.
Anyway, I wrote something about it yesterday morning—I think on Facebook—something about well, it’s the 14th and nothing has changed downstairs. I glanced at my transits in my astrology software program over the weekend and there is Saturn sitting right on top of the wounded healer Chiron—EXACT DEGREE AND MINUTE CONJUNCTION when my little accident happened.
Yeah, I’m looking at it right now 10 degrees 29 minutes: exact conjunction to the minute of Saturn with Chiron! Yeah, don’t you know that Saturn rules THE BONES and Chiron is the wounded healer asteroid or comet-oid or whatever they call him these days. Pretty clear indication of a possible bone wound, eh? Both in Scoprio of course (WHY NOT GET PLUTO INVOLVED!?)
Well, if you’re going to have an accident with your bone crushed, best you have it in your own bedroom rather out on the highway somewhere. As usual, it could always be worse—love that phrase, and it’s true—it always could!
I was waiting for my sister to come from work to go with me to the emergency room or somewhere for an X-ray to confirm what I already knew—broken. Shattered or comminuted (spiral fracture) was not suspected by me, but don’t we love those additional details? Ha ha.
I looked at my feet generally and remembered the message. For days now I kept hearing in my mind—better do those toenails!
And dealt with that one this way… “Later, and besides, it’s not exactly sandal weather. I’m always wearing socks. So, later.”
I really had to laugh as I sat there clipping, filing and polishing my toenails in that state of shock and pain. Why didn’t I listen to my Self telling myself to do a pedicure?! Ah well, that’s how it goes, doesn’t it? It all makes sense AFTER the fact, right?
FLASH: I’ve now learned to walk backwards since it hurts much less that way and besides I can look down at my recently polished toes that I slapped polish over in a rush while in pain and laugh!
I’ve wanted to go home as anyone who reads my blog knows—you and my Facebook friends know that. But laying on my bed yesterday afternoon as Saturn and Chiron were having their meeting in the sky and I was going into ‘shock and awe’ on my bed, I was glad then that I wasn’t alone up on the mountain.
Instead, my grandson was only 5 doors down, my granddaughter due to walk in the door within hours and the rest of the family would be home from work only a little bit later. My whole family was here to help and that was a reassuring fact that very much outweighed my desire to return to the mountains at that moment!
THIS MORNING: I had to cut the tape that the guy at the Emergency Center applied last night because the swelling overnight caused the tape to be too tight increasing the throbbing pain. I soaked my foot in ice water first in my handy-dandy bucket and as I cut the old tape and went to apply the new, I nearly grew faint thinking of how that little toe was just hanging way out to the side of my foot there after I banged it against the bed frame support. As usual I was rushing—haste makes waste—and in changing the sheets on my bed, I wasted my pinky toe, crushing the bone in some place and breaking it clean off in another!
“Poor pinky”, I said as I apologized to it for what I did to it—on the predicted 14th of January, and without a pedicure, and with Saturn conjunct Chiron to the exact degree and minute!—“poor little toe!” As I buddy-taped my little pinkies toe to the next toe over carefully and apologetically a short time ago, I thought… “What is it we’d say to the babies when they were little? How does that little rhyme go?”
And then laughing out loud and remembering the strong growing desire to go home to the mountains since a loud Indian neighbor couple moved in below me, I remembered it: “… and THIS little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, wee all the way home!”
Like I’ve always said, the Universe has a sense of humor! that little piggy went (not home) but the the Emergency Center!
PS – at least it’s my left foot and I can still drive. I have a huge boot I’m supposed to wear which seems like a bit of overkill but since my apartment is upstairs, probably not a bad idea to wear it sometimes. I sure don’t want to bang it up any further, sore enough as it is and shattered into pieces.
MORE FOR ASTROLOGERS –– I don’t know if Saturn conjunct Chiron means a broken to the point of crushed bone for everybody else on the planet but it sure manifested that way for me! In case you’re an astrologer and interested, transiting Saturn makes the conjunction to Chiron (which is also conjunct to Mercury natally) in the 3rd house—wanting to ‘go home’ would be a short journey of about 2 hours so in that way we could see the 3rd house relation to the Mercury, Gemini, Scorpio, Saturn, Chiron blend due to the disharmony of the neighbors (Libra on the cusp of the 3rd) and Venus in Libra is also in the 3rd.
The transiting North Node (Scorpio) is currently upon my natal South Node in the 4th house and within 1 degree of an exact conjunction. Now that I look at the transit chart, when this happened, the Moon was in Pisces when this happened making a conjunction with Transiting Chiron in Pisces.
And now I have to go elevate my foot which is throbbing again despite the ice bucket dipping that I’m doing as I type.
The doc at the Emergency Care said I did a great job breaking my toe—you really smashed it and broke it off says he! But then again, if you’re going to do something, I thought, may as well do a real big bang-up job of it.
I saw the Xray. I did. 😦 Poor piggy…. and yeah, I think i got the message… OM darn it OM… i got the message. Shouldn’t go live alone in the mountains! I get it. I guess. Yeah, okay I GET IT!