Shake, Rattle & Roll

I experienced something last week that I have never felt before. I was not alone in what I felt, nor am I alone in the after effects. I’m not sure that it could be classified as PTSD, but it was a whole new taste of fear.

A fear that griped me so subtly—very much like the movie Open Waters did without me realizing it.

A fear that left me feeling trembles even days after it happened.

To just think about it doesn’t do anything. Let it happen though? That’s when the shakes begin (literally), my joints become jello, and my heart begins to race.

I can’t possibly imagine what it felt like for a very small child still harboring fears of the unknown in all the innocence that is lost as we age.

Last night, there were 4 aftershocks, all of which were small. I did not feel a single one of them, but knowing they were there played tricks on my mind. Every two minutes I was hearing rumbles and slight tremors. My imagination ran rampant, wondering the what ifs…

What if these are only foreshocks and there is a bigger one coming? What if it’s bigger than a 6.2? Will the nuclear power plant built on a fault line 25 miles from my house, 7 miles from the epicenter of the quake hold up? Will the end of the world happen from a small town in the middle of nowhere, VA?

Scooby woke up 3 times last night saying he was scared “of sumfing” though he couldn’t define exactly what.

Sleep was a long time coming for both of us.

What has experiencing an earthquake been like for you?


2 thoughts on “Shake, Rattle & Roll

  1. Wasn’t there to experience it, but the idea really freaked me out. I was desperately trying to call my parents to see if they were ok in Richmond. The epicenter was in Mineral… right by where my grandparents used to have their lake house. I grew up spending summers there, just 10 miles from the epicenter. So crazy.

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