An onion fell on my back between my shoulder blades.

It was being stored on the refrigerator and as I was looking in the fridge, it fell down and hit me. I was surprised and offended at first. What had hit me? When I realized it was an onion, I was relieved. For years that I have been fearful about something or someone shooting or stabbing me in the back between the shoulder blades. Now the onion has done it in a fairly benign act. I expect that now that the expectation has been met, the fear will dissipate.