I swear, as I sit here typing this up, the temp in my room has dropped about 10 degrees, but only behind my right shoulder; as if someone is reading over my shoulder. It isn't a 'bad' feeling, the vibe is more of someone being curious. I'm just not sure who the someone is.
This is current, having begun on Friday, Oct. 17 at approximately 4 AM. At least, I THINK that's when it began. I'd woken with a feeling of 'something's wrong'. You know, that strange achy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You aren't sure just what isn't right, but you know something is amiss in your own little universe. I tried to ignore it, shrugging it off as a remnant of some dream I couldn't remember, and proceeded to get ready for work. Six AM, I don my coat and open the front door to leave.
Our stairs are very steep and begin quite literally on just the other-side of the door. There's no landing as it were. At the bottom there's a space of perhaps two feet, with the neighbor's door on the right (going down) and the main door straight ahead. As I turned on the stairwell light, I quite clearly heard the word "don't", and then I was falling, tumbling down the 13 stairs and smashing into the main door. I was racked with pain, and ended up going to Urgent Care. Damage: sprained ankle, knee contusion, and sprained shoulder, all on the left side. Of course this meant not going into work and given Naproxin500 to take.
As I laid on the sofa (so I could watch TV and have the leg propped up), I drifted in and out of sleep but that apprehensive feeling never quite left me. If anything it grew stronger, making rest nearly impossible. I had a very hazy moment where I saw my mother and aunt. When I say hazy I mean I wasn't asleep, but I didn't feel quite awake either. They were standing over me, like a couple of worried hens, whispering to each other. I couldn't quite catch what they were saying, but I thought I heard "... More of us to watch over her". I can't swear to that though.
October 18th: I was experiencing abdominal pain for most of the day, which I contributed to my fall. My older brother calls to tell me that our younger sister had been admitted to the hospital, on Friday, for an emergency bowel obstruction surgery and was in the ICU (intensive care unit). Around two pm (when my pain stopped) she had been moved to a private room.
Now, my younger sister and I were not what I would term close. In fact, up until about three years ago, when she was diagnosed with cancer, she went out of her way to be estranged from family. So, why I would 'feel' her pain is a mystery to me. However, the timing of it is quite odd and the only reason I add that detail.
Predawn, October 19: I distinctly hear my mother call my sister's name. It was a warm welcoming call. Again, I receive a message from the older brother that she is in ICU and not expected to live out the day. I already know they are right, and ask for prayers that she passes quickly without more suffering. A few hours later she is gone. Yet I still felt something was not quite right. It wasn't as intense as it had been, but I still felt it.
October 23: I have the oddest dream. I'm at what appears to be a cafe in some sort of transportation center. Seated at a table is my aunt, in front of her is the most beautiful looking ticket - sky blue with the dove of peace all glittery on it. I ask her what she is doing here, and reach for the ticket for a better look. She tells me she's waiting for my uncle and smacks my hand, saying that the ticket is not for me, but for him.
October 24: I am informed my uncle passed in his sleep.
Since then, I've heard different voices call my name (both home and at work). They're generally like a cheerful 'hello', the only thing that bothers me is my co-workers think I'm hearing things, because I'll answer "yes?" or "You call me?" Although, it is surprising the number of them who have said, "Maybe it's your sister". Then there's the localized feeling of cold now and then.
Halloween week, walking to work in the dark, I had the distinct impression that someone was holding my hand rather protectively. Most recently is family photos, making their way out of albums to pop up randomly. The albums are in my room, but I'll find a picture on the coffee table in the living room, or in the corner of the bathroom mirror. Weird stuff like that. Strange to say the least.