Helpless and Trapped.


I hear the vibrations of my phone across the room.

I stare at it…


unable to move.

Someone is calling me.  Someone is checking to see if I’m alright.

I am not.

I’m a prisoner.

I am a looseleaf pinned under a paperweight.

My lips are cracked from thirst, though the intense need to urinate tells me I’m not dehydrated.  I breathe a shallow breath and laser focus on my phone, dancing from the vibrations on the counter top.  I furrow my brow…

I glare across the room, not blinking…

I am unsuccessful in my telekinesis.

My phone is not any closer to me when it stops its hopeful buzzing.

My connection to the outside world is 50 long feet away…

I catch myself mid-sigh, and freeze any movement my body was thinking of making.

The weight on me is becoming heavier by the second, but I know if I move even a little I’ll be inviting disaster.

Surely someone will come looking for me…

But my inner voice knows better, “No one ever comes, Jenni.  No one ever comes…”

I will my pinky finger to wiggle slightly, but it has lost all blood flow and does not respond.

I am done.

My to-do list is a memory.

My bladder is losing it’s hold.

My arms will turn blue and fall off.

I will never eat that bag of nuts two feet away.

I am helpless…

and trapped






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7 responses to “Helpless and Trapped.”

  1. Alison says:

    I know the feeling!!

  2. Katie says:

    I have been there. You are not alone. 🙂

  3. Jessica says:

    Oh I’ve been there and if you move they wake and remind you of your error for the rest of the day.

  4. Jen says:

    This is the nurse in me talking but sometimes life would be so much easier if we could just all have a catheter to drain our bladders.

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