Several years ago I fell off the top of a 30' ladder. I was painting the trim on a third story window and the bottom of the ladder kicked out a bit, the ladder dropped a couple feet and stopped suddenly and I hit a rung like it was a diving board. I wasn't injured physically, in fact I held on to the paint brush and bucket all the way down and didn't spill a drop (let's talk about angels some time). My body was fine, but ever since that day I've had an issue with heights.
Once or twice a year I force myself to go off the high dive at the pool so my kids don't think I'm a big chicken.
I used to love roller coasters. Not any more.
So, it shouldn't surprise me that I get a bit of a queasy feeling when I ride the pedestrian bridge that spans I-435 at Roe every morning.
Queue the theme from Vertigo.
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I love that pedestrian bridge, actually. I do get a little jittery with heights but it's more excitement than fear, I think. Needles? The hypodermic ones? We'll just say when I broke my face last year, it took *five* people to give me the Tetanus booster shot I needed.
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