I can remember being in the shower, washing my very long hair.
It was one of those old-fashioned showers with a heavy plate-glass door and a stainless steel handle that you had to turn to get in and get out.
There were 4 water jets…three coming from the side wall…and a shower head in the ceiling.
All of a sudden, it felt like my blood was rushing out of my toes.
As all of my energy drained out of me, I thought: “I’m going to drown.”
Then, as I fought with the locked door handle to get out, I realized:“I’m going to die.”
With one last push, I managed to turn the handle, before I went down.
And thankfully, my head landed on the floor, outsideof the shower.
I was terrified.
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