Did I go boxing last night? Did I go with no voice and still barely fever free to go and test my theory that the fever was autonomic failure by trying with all my might, to sweat? Well, yeah, of course! What I wasn’t expecting was that it was “bout” night, and I had four bouts (the really groovy gifts are at the end so please hang in there).
See, the only way this works is that I must use as MUCH energy as possible in as short a period of time, which means throwing punches constantly, in order to sweat, to sweat and literally RESTART my entire cardiovascular and micro-capillary system. It turned out that all the women but one had gone so I got guys, big guys, ex-boxer guys, but I was SO intent on boxing, and boxing, and doing it ALL, that I never noticed there was an assistant coach hanging on the back of my chair to keep me in place. In the first picture, where my wheels are complete off the ground (by almost a foot), all I remember is thinking, “Wow, I must be getting really good at keeping my balance, since I didn’t fall over.”
It turns out that since I come on a bit like, er…a steam train, they are actually holding ME back in order to give the guys bouting me the chance to practice footwork and avoiding me. But as you can see ion this picture with me accelerating my right hand, that the guy in red better have some good footwork to avoid what is ABOUT to arrive. Did he swerve, or bob, or weave, or run away? Sadly, no.
And remember when I kept asking the assistant coaches and boxers to “hit my head” for three minutes. It turns out that I LEARNED something, specifically to use their trick and when they throw a jab or a roundhouse, to get inside, use my arm to push their arm out of the way as I follow it back to…their head.
From a different angle you can see me making the EXACT same punch on a new opponent, pushing his arm out of the way as I land mine on this new guy. The Coach told me that he was trying to figure out how to get these guys to work on footwork when it was like God answered his prayer and I rolled in. Um, I am not sure how me hitting people’s head is an answer to prayer but whatever. I will state that I did not bout these guys until we did a “Okay, hit my guard and then hit my head” with these guys, followed with, “No, I am in a wheelchair, I have STRONG arms, you need to HIT them.” Just to make sure these guys knew that they needed to bring it on. Okay, now for those who don’t follow a lot of boxing, I just want to point out a few things. If your opponent is MUCH shorter than you and nails you in the stomach (like this). What is the worst thing you can do? Well that would be, dropping your guard from your head as you curl up, which, YUP, puts your unprotected FACE actually CLOSER to me.
Luckily he was boxing the Neruo-slowed girl and actually got a glove up so he was able to hit HIMSELF in the face (I hit his glove, his glove hits him). Try to remember that I am not evil or viscous, that this is all PURELY medicinal, and that the excitement of playing chess with body parts has NOTHING to do with why I am smiling so much.
Now while I barely slept last night. I have restarted my system and other than the OVERWHELMING pain which is more than the pain pills I take can handle (I woke up because I dreamt someone was skinning me with a skinning knife, and that WAS because of my pain), I have more energy and in short, it WORKED!
Also this week, now that I am conscious, I can show some of the amazing gifts that people have sent me, some people I think I know hardly at all (or not in some cases, but that might just be part of the “forgotten parts” left over from the seizure). I have NOT put in any names, in case you wanted to remain nameless but I wanted to ensure that EVERYONE could see that I am in a state of grace. Christianity says that grace is a gift, freely given that a person neither deserves nor can repay. And while I will try to live up to these gifts, appreciate them and somehow show my gratitude and gift back, there is simply NO WAY I can repay some of these gifts, so exquisite and overwhelming are they.
The first example is the Boston DaiBoken, a handmade Victorian Scrapbook sent to me, HANDMADE, with ribbons and pictures and pressed flowers (I have altered the photo specs to make sure no one is recognizable). In this book, each page is an adventure through a cemetery with (among others) the image of the Victorian “pure child” (sorry female in photo, that is just the term) followed by the ‘three sisters’ which go back to Greek times. Each page has a pressed flower and it is all hand made. It looks like it could be something bought by Conan Doyle to prove that fairies are real (see how I avoided the whole Lewis Carroll Photos). There is no way I am worthy of such a treasure, but am I keeping it – darn straight! But it is a gift which the care in making and love shines through. I can only be grateful as I wonder, ‘who am I to receive something like this?’
That is followed up by a gift and card from a person who I think talked about starting something like this when I was at Himeji Castle. And if this is the quality of your handcraft, your handmade cards and products, oh what talent! There is a carefully wrapped package in gold and ribbon. This is what I of the limited hand function call, “A puzzle box” since how do I get into it without EATING my way in. But I did and inside I find this Japanese style MINI book, about an inch long: with handmade spine, handmade covers and with a gold bow tying the mystery together. I pulled the bow, knowing I will not be able to re-tie it once it was opened to reveal handmade paper (I think) and stamps on each page, a thing of beauty, a precious object. Linda said it is like her Stamp Book from Japan only more beautiful and amazing. I said, “I can’t ever make something like this to return.” She said, “Me either.” I said, “No, my hands can’t stay still and do small work!” And she said, “I did scrap-booking and making Victorian Cards but this is WAY out of my league, I don’t think in years of work could I come close to this.”
So thank you both for these precious works, both leading to adventures of the mind, and the spirit. As it happens I received from a friend a gift to keep the tiny book in: a SKULL box with a Gothic E on it and a summer tank to match. Oh, my gosh, isn’t this so COOL! Seriously, with all this stuff I am gushing like a 15 year old (the ones who aren’t sullen and go, “Yeah, whatever!”), it is just TOO BEAUTIFUL to be...and someone really gave it to me? Of course that doesn’t mean I am not keeping it – there is a heavy case of the “Mine!” going on once I see these things.
Someone also noticed my noise intolerance and sent me FROM JAPAN (I think I have a clue who this is since there was no card), the Hello Kitty who suffers from noise. See her in her pain, then see her all happy and sleeping with these Hello Kitty ear plugs. Haha. I can’t wait to take these to the hospital next time I had to do an admit.
Also to go in the Special Skull box is this cool neck, head bandana which also has, skulls on it. I mean, unless people actually stop dying, I think this is a theme that is going to keep going on for a while. Thanks, mystery person for this (I know who you are but in case you don't want to broadcast it)!
But this, wow, I mean, wow. I don’t know if I deserve to wear it. A pendant of a goth woman wearing a Morticia Addams dress surrounded by candles. I couldn’t get the face to come out (since it is SO PALE, along with her clevage), but you can just see the eyes. It is made on an antique domino and may be of ivory or BONE. SWEET!!!!!!!!!
So that is why I am in a state of Grace, because really, this is like when people surround some kids on Peds ward and Xmas comes early. I can’t thank all those who have sent cards and presents enough because, you spent time and thought and effort for someone you never met, well except in spirit and online. But sometimes, though separated by distance, we are close in heart and all I can say is thank you and I hope that one day you can feel what I feel right now: That someone made me feel special, just because they could.
For those who haven’t seen it, here is the video of Victor’s from last weeks outings.
The Weekend Adventure from Victor Kellar on Vimeo. It has more of some people’s and less of others. This is likely my fault because I think I assumed Raccoon forwarded his photos and I don’t know if he did or ask, and the same with other people but it is a good watch and thank you Victor for the work he did on it. You know, it is days like this which erase all the specialists and the jerks and make me think that people are actually amazing. Here is to a good weekend and good times with the people we care about!
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