My primal urge to run backfired on me. It’s been almost two weeks since I rolled my ankle during an afternoon run. I still have bruising that goes from my toes to my knee. My foot is puffy like someone retaining water. And the only reason I have mobility is because of some metal crutches. All in all it’s pretty miserable. But on a big positive note, I’m gonna live.
I realize if I were an injured animal out in the wild, I would probably be dead.
An injured wildebeest makes a tasty treat for a pride of lions or pack of hyenas. An injured cheetah doesn’t have as much speed, which means it may have a hard time catching prey and now it may have a more difficult time escaping predators. An insect with a broken leg may shorten its lifespan by minutes. A fish that can’t swim is a fish that can’t breathe.
Now, if I were an elephant I might have a chance. A herd of elephants tend to stay with injured elephants. But I would have to be lucky enough to be an elephant.
In the world of animals it seems to come down to two things, eating or being eaten. An injury makes both problematic.
I have a great pack of humans around me. They let me lie on the couch and watch TV when I am home. They let me sleep as often as I want. They bring me food and water when I am hungry or thirsty.
Thank goodness I am surrounded by a bunch of people who are willing take care of my most basic and primal needs. Without them, it wouldn’t be so easy to live.