As I drifted slowly toward consciousness I had the vague sense that something was wrong. I climbed closer and closer toward wakefulness and the feeling of foreboding grew.
Something was definitely wrong. Very wrong.
My lack of health insurance and empty bank account flashed through my mind. I had been worried about how I was going to fill my gas tank, but in an instant I realized there were bigger problems in life.
I couldn't move one leg and the other wasn't moving freely. I didn't know what to do or who to call. The growing panic did nothing to dampen the feeling that the immobile leg felt as though it was three times its normal size. Both legs felt so very heavy and quite warm in the cool room.
Had I had a stroke? This seemed like an odd reaction, but what else could it be? As my brain whirled, desperately seeking answers, I came fully awake. And that's when I realized the exact cause of my predicament.
My dog was sound asleep on my legs.
