I just learned that I have a new phobia – as if I wasn’t a mess enough as is: Pagophobia is an intense, irrational fear of ice and frost. I am irrationally afraid of slipping on ice and breaking something – especially my right arm and hand. I can’t afford to break it again – it just will never heal. After three years of being bit by a car, and over of year of mending, rehabilitation, I still only have 70% mobility in my right, used to-be dominant arm.
Wow! The total number of days between Monday, January 14th, 2013 and Thursday, January 28th, 2016 is 1,109 days. This is equal to 3 years and 14 days. I don’t want to lose anymore time, days to being afraid.
I am grateful that I am not completely paralyzed by my fears of falling. I still manage to get outside, but I get so anxious, uncomfortable, slightly nauseous; I start perspiring, breathing heavier, walk slower …
I have learned that some people with this phobia have it severe. They refuse to leave their house when ice or frost is outside. Heard of a person who was so severely phobic that they couldn’t look at ice cubes or ice cream, buy frozen food, venture out in the snow or cope with ice crunch sounds like egg shells and crisps.
Lucky for me, I still enjoy ice cream, and love ice even in my coffee. I am grateful for these small pleasures and indulgences. Life truly is too short to worry about falling … come spring time.
As if I didn’t have enough issues – mentally, emotionally and physically … moving forward … albeit slowly until spring time …with grace in my step and hope in my heart!