By Rose Mary Johnson
The loud splash interupted the intense pursuit. Red was everywhere.
Knowing Yourself Helps
Patience hasn't ever been my virtue. I’ve struggled most of my life with maintaining patience regardless of the situation. I do strive to start and finish goals. When I methodically plan, taking an even measured approach, the goal tends to end in success. When emotion is thrown into the mix, that's when I sidestep. I push. I rush. I know shouldn't. I even for a split second have the silent, "No, don't. Stop. Come back later, etc." If I'm in a mood, that "No" is tossed immediately!
Walk This Way
I can be at my worst when I dive into the rush. Quick decisions. Quick actions. Quick wit (sometimes). Swift walk. I've had feedback on my fast feet.
“Why do you walk so fast?” - “I knew it was you by how fast you were walking!” -“I can’t keep up with how fast you walk.”
Enter Astrology
I could write a small novel on how I was introduced to astrology. So, you'll not read about that event in my life. But, my craving for knowledge and love of research feeds my curiosity of the transits (that's when a planet has contact to one of your planets or areas of your natal chart). I needed to know what was going on that day in early February.
It Was A Saturday Morning
I was in quite a rush on an early February Saturday morning. The weather forecast was warning about an upcoming snow storm that was predicted to begin in the AM of the next day. I was eager to hit the grocery store.
Oh! NO! Snow!
The region I resided didn't see snow often. When it did snow, choatic shutdowns were abound. Roads abandoned. Shops closed. I knew this Saturday morning must include the necessary errands to have everything in place before the white stuff began falling.
I dove into breakfast. I grabbed my usual favorite breakfast beverage. The plastic, sealed tamper proof top became my struggle. I twisted with all my strength without success. it was my go to energy orange flavored drink that was a daily staple with each day’s breakfast. I gave it several tries; twist, twist, grunt, twist! Exasperation led into several unsavory words exiting my lips.
That's when it hit me. The usual emotional rush I get when something isn't going my way. That inner yearning to push harder and make it happen. Refusing to give in and have breakfast without the drink, I hurriedly grabbed a nearby butter knife.
Get a Grip
Yes, I grabbed a butter knife. I hadn't an opener gripper pad at my disposal. My logic was to pierce the plastic seal just enough to allow me to remove the cap. This tamper proof seal was stubborn. I started out light, gently pressing into the plastic with the butter knife. But it wasn't giving, so I went in harder, then with all my strength ... PRESSED .
Suddenly, I heard a loud splash! I swear, I didn’t remember leaving a glass of water nearby but apparently in my haste and rush, I must have had one near because what else could have made that splashing noise?
Confused, I peered toward the direction of the noise looking to the floor near my feet. A crimson puddle stood still with similar colored speckles nearby creating a painted scene.
Then, came another...
DROP,
adding to the all red portrait below.
What the …?
A steady stream of red broke at points on my left arm running quickly towards the elbow falling, dripping decorating the floor. The guilty butter knife was tipped in red. The knuckle deeply parting of flesh oozing red.
And then the Pain
Once my eyes caught up with the truth, it struck a nerve. The pain insued. Noteworthy survival techniques were absent. Blood splatter on the walls. Blood all over the kitchen floor. A blood soaked bathroom sink. A trail of blood soaked paper towels laid scattered.
Feeling faint, I leaned against the bedroom wall, finally applying pressure to the wound with the last few paper towels from the now empty cardboard roll. I panicked. The rushing around, wiping blood, running tapwater over the wound were all instant bad decisions.
My entire hand began to ache. The wound seemed to form a ruby crust ending the flow of blood. I applied bandages and put a glove on the hand. I had errands to run.
Neptune is a Planet
Neptune is not to blame. Astrology doesn't work that way.
The day the accident occurred, transiting Neptune made an exact by degree conjunction to my natal Sun. This is a fact. I made the decision to rush, making error in judgement out of impatience. I could have waited to enjoy the drink later after purchasing an opener gripper pad.
Unfortunately, that was not the only bad decision for that day. The impatient energy that had me under its spell convinced me to assume the wound clotting had stopped the bleeding.
n my haste to run my errands, I bandaged the wound heavily and placed a poly plastic glove on. To hide the sight of it because I just wanted to forget the experience altogether, I placed a glove on the hand. The poly plastic glove was an idea I had from watching cooking competition shows. When contestants accidentally cut themselves during a competition, they would put a poly plastic glove.
I was gone the majority of the day. I stopped by CVS to purchase more bandages.After arriving in the late afternoon back home, as I was moving around the house, I felt a wet sensation on my arm.
Blood had begun again running down the arm of my injured hand. I removed the bandaging and gloves. The poly plastic glove was filling with blood. The wound looked fresh again ozzing blood.
All the urgent care facilities had closed for the evening. The outlook looked bleak for the wound reclotting. A hospital emergency room was the only option unless I wait until late Sunday morning.
As I sat in the exam room dreading the explanation of how this accident occurred out of sheer embarrassment, I also dreaded the cost. It would be my first time getting stiches.
The incident played out in my head as I sat there. Sounds of the ER in the near distance was the backdrop of my regrets.
It was the day that Neptune...