Okay, you may remember Ragged Anne dolls when you were a child, how limp and floppy they were. That is because they were totally wiped and full of opium – which is like me, I am a Ragged Anne (except I have bones inside of me and they didn’t). Also, please read to the bottom for how I NEED you to help me. Seriously.
I woke up last night with this odd mewling/moaning noise I make in extreme pain and Linda found me and got a pain pill into me and then there was that hellish 15-20 minutes before it kicks in. Happened again four hours later. Cheryl was visiting/staying with us and I tried to go on the computer im the morning and she found me with my face on the keyboard (not the most efficient way to type), and my arms all clawed. I tried to smile and said, “This is pretty much what it is like some days.” She held my arm and found that the muscles inside were all spasming/twitching. Anyway, with assistance, I got ready to go to badminton (why let a little lack of sleep, fatigue and extreme pain stop me from my fav sport).
All three of us went and we played together becuase the GUYS were on the other courts (the jerks who would not offer to play with us...the whole day!) and did a 1/2 hour warm up. Well...until I stopped because I wasn’t feeling “right” and then I later couldn’t hold onto my racket and then I couldn’t stay upright. And Linda and Cheryl wheeled me off (I assume) and we tried the new “snap and shake” cold packs we bought for japan, which work great, and make me a C cup (cold stuffed bra!). I sat out while they played doubles and had oxygen and the cold pack and took pictures and Wayne and Cheryl (in the chair) took on Linda and Kuon (after I moaned to Wayne like a 11 year old about "none of them will PLAY with us!" - pain does odd things to me). You can see that being a Park Ranger gives Cheryl mighty ranger muscles as even seated she makes the hit. Suddenly Kuon is running back and can’t make it so he jumps into the air to make the hit (you can see both of his feet are VERY off of the ground). Ha! Who says, us wheelie’s can’t play: run, jump, just try to keep up with us!
By the next game I was able to play but was not in good shape as I had a slight fever from the heat in my eyes (that's how I know when I have a fever) and time lapses. Like I would find I had been staring out and that the birdie was in play and remember that I was SUPPOSED to do something. What was it? I think it was hit it, that’s it. But I had no clue who service it was. Never the less, Linda and I held close at 11-11 to Cheryl and Wayne before they broke serve to win.
Then I went into shock and they got me home and laid me down and I had problems breathing (blah, blah, blah), and sadly Cheryl had to go in an hour or two back to AMERICA. But while I was on the ground twitching and groaning in pain I asked her to tell me a story, so she told me the story of all her injuries. She started with a tractor running over her and then stopping atop her leg, and how then the other people (in the landscaping crew) were panicking and couldn’t remember how to reverse it and she was trying to call out instructions to them while this tractor has made mush of her ankle. Nothing like hearing about other people’s gruesome pain to take your mind off your own for a while. And thanks to a brill doctor who set her bones under continuous x-ray (might want to watch there for cancer later!), she has a working ankle – hooray. But then, there were a LOT more injuries.
So she left, and I got put down....wait, I mean, put into bed and slept until 8:30 or so when I woke up on what I am sure was another planet, some planet with twice the gravity of my home planet. Because, when the fatigue and pain wears out, it turns out there is a whole OTHER layer of fatigue and pain underneath. So I didn’t get to do much today on getting Japan planned in terms of where to go in Tokyo or what to buy or what shops to go and visit. See, the hard stuff, like hotels and itinerary is all done and now in the last weeks I was supposed to plan the fun stuff like ‘shopping and Tokyo and Kyoto'.
But I did come up with a PLAN, and the plan is about YOU, the readers: the people who read, the people who comment, the people who don’t comment and send me emails, the people who send gifts and odd things and the lurkers. I am doing OKAY on ebay and making $600, if everyone pays (so $100 more than I vowed to make back in Summer 07). And I plan, on the third day, when I get to Tokyo, that Linda and I are going to an arcade to get a row of those stickers (from machines called Purikura which give different and cool backgrounds), that all the school girls get and you get a pic of you and your love and then stick it on your phone and pencil case.
So first I get Purikura stickers and then, becuase I have asked YOU, the readers to send me, NOW, your mailing address to my email: firstname.lastname@example.org. Make the subject: Postcard from Japan. And I will make two sets of address labels so that I can put on the address label and a note to YOU and the purikura sticker and you will get your very own postcard from Japan from me (I need to do the address labels because I have a hard time writing with my hand). And hopefully, not just a purikura picture of Linda and I from Tokyo but maybe another from Kyoto. I WANT to do this. Part of the reason is as a thank you for all the people and readers out there who have send me everything from emails, to encouraging comments to gifts but also because: What is better than getting a postcard from Japan! I want my trip that I have saved and dreamed (and struggled) about to be YOUR trip too! In the email please let me know that a) you read Screw Bronze or know me, and b) what your name and address is (I promise to keep it secret) and c) what you go by if you use another name to comment (so I know if I know you and can write something appropriate on the postcard). Also, if there is some small thing you WANT from Japan, or specifically Tokyo, please include the details in the email. As since I am going, I might as well pick up a few things for my friends right? But PLEASE, take a chance and also give me the chance to be happy by sending you a personalized postcard. Pretty Please?
Only two weeks to GO!
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