My nose REALLY hurts. This may be because three different people hit it about 35 times. As much as that SHOULD lead to some story about why people shouldn’t take me out drinking when I am feeling sarcastic; it was merely boxing. Yeah, remember that “non-contact” sport I do.
I have made an observation: When you have delayed neural response AND you haven’t been to class for three weeks, during bout time choosing the three fastest boxers and saying, “I hope you’re not going to hold back on me!” might not be the best long or short term plan. Good news is, while not a SMART plan, getting hit the head so often means....I'll have plans like this a lot?
I fought….I mean I bouted with the girl from my first boxing video (sept 07), who is very, very fast, like about 6 or more punches a second fast. I held up my guard and said, “I’ve been wheeling up hills in Japan for three weeks, nothing can get through.”
She said, “I can if I break it down.”
I said, “Show me.”
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, BAM! (the last one was her breaking through and hitting my nose). At one point I thought my nose would start bleeding, not that I wasn’t giving back. When she was on a roll, it was all I could do to guard myself but she sometimes would drop her hand coming in and I’d catch the side of her nose and throw her whole head back. So that was..um…fun, I guess.
Then I bouted with “Joe Cool” who is/was a pro boxer, has been doing it for many years/decades. EVERY time I moved my left hand, he stepped forward and popped me one in the face.
After the third time getting hit in the nose, I figured out what he was doing (which is a good trick when you are getting hit in the face so often)! So then I tried “Why not hit him in the stomach REALLY fast and then put my hand back up to guard.” The plan worked right until the second I hit him in the stomach and before I could bring my hand back: POW, another one in the nose.
Then there was the “feign to the stomach, stop, block and hit him the head.” I think that worked once until he hit me in the nose with his OTHER hand.
I have to say in all the months I have trained with boxing Joe Cool was the first person to actually get (MAKE) me “bob and weave” IN my chair. Throw punch to his body, use the hands to cover the head as a sink my head to my belly and swing far the other direction to pop up and hit him again in the body. Hey, let him go ahead and hit the TOP of my head, just give the nose a rest will ya!
I asked him afterward what I was doing wrong and he said when a boxer is taller than you and uses the jab you have to step back as he jabs, to make him lean forward out of distance.
YEAH. Now, how I do that in a wheelchair with my brakes locked again? I do hate getting someone giving me advice like, “Step back and make him come to you” when looking and talking down to me in the wheelchair. Maybe I should take that as the compliment that he doesn’t see me as in a wheelchair, just a REALLY short female who never moves her lower half.
That’s okay, during the bout I cornered him, trapped his glove with mine and then gave him two hooks to the ear while his body was trapped against the wall. Sorry, I didn’t get the queensbury rules of wheelchair to able body boxing so I tend to, after the 20th hit to the nose try to throw people against the wall and then hit them when their hands are down.
Um, golly! I’m really not selling this as a “non-contact” sport am I? I have also noticed that while I was away the women have been reduced to me and superfast girl. So there are like 14-16 guys now and that really changes the dynamics.
BUT…. I did sweat. Which was the point of the whole thing. So I live another week and my hands turn less dark colours (we hope). My GP is ordering some sort of lung test for the CHF (something heart failure), maybe an X-ray? And my beta blockers have been upped as he knows and likes the ER doctor from pre-trip. But the GP really doesn’t know how part of my left arm could turn blue for a couple days or both of them green for a day, but he wrote it down. I hope that will come in handy when I ask for the IVIG treatment next week (chances are slim, but why not ask?).
The current weather forecast for Sunday morning is Sunday and rainy, keep hoping for sun because once the pain of tonight dies down (about 8 pm Saturday night, I figure), the I want to be wearing those black wings for the 10 the next morning in the SUNSHINE.
Sorry this is a go nowhere post but I have had three homecare people in today which included two new people, which includes a new home care person I am training right now (each takes an hour or more to train, some are only here an hour), the night person is taking longer. She may not last until morning as I am turfing all workers who do not meet my standards AT THAT MOMENT (and she is on thin ice).
The standards are pretty much a) This is my place; treat it as such. B) I am your number one task, focus on that or on what needs I have. C) I am the boss, because I am paying between $19.67-$29.32 an hour to the WORKER ($34 an hour to the agency) which means I get to make the decisions and d) I get to determine what common sense is, and I don’t have time to give lessons. I have decided I would rather be the bitch and get some decent people than spend my time, as I have this week, almost missing two naps because people thought “it would be okay” if they showed up significantly earlier than their shifts, or got upset at ME when they showed up 30 minutes early and had to wait for me to arrive. Or in the case of tonight stood and watched while Linda took my clothes off to shower me ("Linda close the door." (whisper) 'she's just standing behind you and freaking watching me get naked')
I was told today about a care facility where there are on site care workers under the management of VIHA (that is known as “Devil’s Spawn” on this blog: the Vancouver Island Health Authority), and ALL ‘clients’ (Even though they are renting) are to be ‘put to bed at 10:00 pm, regardless of age.’ Well, one woman with advanced MS doesn’t want to (as I wouldn’t either), and says, fine, if I change my schedule I need someone here at 6:30 to get me up. “No,” says VIHA, “we can’t send anyone to get you out of bed until….10:00 am.” So, 12 hours in bed, without choice. And no, this isn’t a prison, this is the kind of place I am likely to end up once I am too “care-intensive” for home.
I just have to ask about the feminsit angle when a female case manager and a female RN and a female social worker “determine” the bedtime of a bunch of adults including a perfectly rational woman with MS. We are adults with disabilities right? Or did it turn into disability=child? Because quite honestly, I know a lot more 14-15 year olds who are treated with greater dignity about assisted autonomy than that. Anyway, welcome to Victoria, here is British Columbia: (real motto coming up) The Best Place to Live on Earth! That motto should give everyone a pretty good idea about the amount of drugs we do here in BC.
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