Tuesday, August 02, 2011

Too Much 'Magination

So yesterday morning when I was out running, I almost stepped on a dead rat. I was coming around the corner and there it was and I had to do a little leap to avoid landing right on it.

No biggie, right? Oh, yes. Biggie. I couldn't stop thinking about the stupid rat. I couldn't stop imagining what it would have been like if I hadn't noticed it (I'm often more than a little oblivious out there) and had stepped on it. I kept thinking about how it would have squished, how I would have slipped, how the hair and the guts would have been embedded in the tread of my shoe. I had to stop running and do some deep breathing because I was literally making myself sick.

I got home, showered and headed off to work, but my stomach would not stop rolling and I could not stop imagining the squish and the crunch and the guts and the hair and the slipping and the smell. I was so nauseous that I had to go home and curl up in bed with tea and toast.

It was totally a case of too much imagination. I rarely have this happen (although I'm realizing now that this is sort of related to last week's post about the abduction on the bike path). I always feel like life is so crazy that I don't have to make anything up. This time . . .definitely too much 'magination. Have you ever sabotaged yourself that way?

5 comments:

Sinead M said...

I love your imagination. Rat guts.... too funny. I have a too much imagination thing when I'm up last at night and the house is quiet and I imagine in the darkness, something is moving....

Maureen McGowan said...

Ha! Love that.

Now, I'm reading this thinking. Gee, I wish she had stepped on the rat because then I could ask her for details to include in my current WIP or revisions on the last. (Yes, there are rats...)

Eileen said...

So sorry to disappoint, Maureen! Maybe next time . . .

Oh, wait a sec. Hell to the no, girlfriend! It was nasty enough just in my imagination!

Maureen McGowan said...

LOL

What? You won't get rat guts on your runners in the name of research? ;)

Molly O'Keefe said...

when i was pregnant with lucy I had a thing about chicken - raw chicken - and I would start thinking about it at ten am and by three I was throwing up - totally did it to myself!

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