Sunday, with the budgies chirping...

[fajrdrako]

First thing I remember this morning was hearing the birds start to sing when the sun came up. No one had covered the budgie cage last night, and I hadn't the energy to cross the living room to do it - I'm still sleeping on the sofa in the living room to coddle my broken foot, but crossing the room with my walker is an energetic and time-consuming project. So I just left the birds uncovered.

There was something out of doors chirping, a long, single drawn-out chirp that I haven't heard since last summer. Pretty. Then I realized that my budgies were trying to reply to that chirp, trying to respond with the same sound. It isn't in the least like a normal budgie chirp (if any budgie sound can be said to be 'normal') but I loved the way they were trying to say 'good morning' to our feathered neighbour.

Then at seven a.m. my alarm clock went off. Remember how I begged commodorified to unplug it yesterday? And she did. But this morning the alarm went off. Not my normal alarm, which is the CBC morning radio news - International news, always depressing, but bearable to listen to. No, this was the alternate alarm, a loud oscillating BEEP that would continue for two hours if unchecked.

I got my walker and hiked slowly into the bedroom to see if I could reach it to turn it off. Not a chance. I couldn't get within eight feet of it - it's on the other side of the queen-size bed.

I could tolerate two hours of CBC morning radio, no problem. This beep? Not a chance. So I phoned maaseru, who was asleep like all the good boys and girls.

"Help!" I screamed. "My sanity is at stake! You have to rescue me!"

So at 7 a.m. on a Sunday, maaseru got herself dressed and came down to my apartment and turned off the annoying beep. Yes, commodorified had already turned it off. And unplugged it. But there was an emergency battery there just in case the clock-radio should be accidentally unplugged... or in case of Armageddon.

Eep.

The device is the creation of some evil mastermind.

Luckily, maaseru was laughing when she arrived. Remember how I said she deserved the Nobel Prize? Now she deserves a prize so big I don't think they make them that grand.

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[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Yoga. Right. I was instructed by the therapists to do as much deep breathing as I could. I keep forgetting. Well, not so much forgetting, as sleeping and doing nothing at all. But. Note to self: when awake, breathe.

I think I'll put together a little package of non-mobile yoga to do today.

Re being brave: I am not naturally brave and I admire courage above all things. So I have to remind myslef to do things that frighten me. Going into the kitchen - yes, yesterday I had leftover lunch that I took into the kitchen (that was the hardest part, balancing it on my little basket), covered with plastic wrap, and put in the fridge. I was just as glad to get out of there, but whew - I did it!

[walkingowl.livejournal.com]

Deep breathing -- did they speak to you about the need to keep the circulation moving well in your lower right leg? To avoid blood clots that could cause problems? I think the deep breathing might have something to do with that.

I hope your "non-mobile yoga" went well (and, if you did not do that yet, that's okay, you can do it tomorrow). I'm thinking, now, that yoga is not just the physical movements, but is also a way to concentrate your attention onto your physical self... not a bad thing for you at this time, you'll agree. It's what I've been doing, to focus "absent healing" energy for you. (By the way, Rita loved the phrase "absent healing" -- I was fearful that she'd maybe tell me I'm imagining things when I went ahead and told her about it [and I honestly don't remember what topic let me get into it, hm], but instead she just smiled broadly and asked me to repeat the phrase. "I've never heard that," she said pleasantly. She's not closed to spiritiality, I already pretty much knew. Some Ph.D.s are.)

I held my breath while reading of your foray into the kitchen to put away lunch leftovers. Whew. Well done! But I don't know what to say about doing things that frighten you. Is not the scary feeling maybe just an indication that one must be cautious? Not in itself a reason to charge on into something... but, of course, only you can know which is "don't do this ever" fear and which is "dang, that's nerve-wracking!" fear. May you ever have clear eyes, to tell the difference.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Yes, they were very clear about the scary blood clots. I have to jab myself in the stomach with a needle full of anti-coagulant every day. And wiggle my toes. And not always keep the foot in one position. I can't waggle the ankle of course, but I wave the foot around sometimes.

I'm thinking, now, that yoga is not just the physical movements, but is also a way to concentrate your attention onto your physical self...

Yes. With concentration, you can do yoga while not moving at all.

Is not the scary feeling maybe just an indication that one must be cautious?

Well, yes. Clear knowledge that something might go wrong.

[walkingowl.livejournal.com]

Is not the scary feeling maybe just an indication that one must be cautious?

Well, yes. Clear knowledge that something might go wrong.

Um. That sounds oddly familiar [g]. I hope both you and I manage to move through this place of odd energy that we've been in....

Oh, and I guess I can update you -- or maybe not? Did you get the postcard yet that mentions that I nearly smashed my right foot to smithereens on Monday night the same day you had your fall? Well, it's a lot better now! The foot is stiff during some times of the day, but I'm being very careful with how I walk and in how much I stand; the bruise on my shin is still broader than the palm of my hand, and is turning very interesting colors. If I'd been standing, that night, with my right foot just one inch farther back from the leaning coffee-table pieces, they would have ballen directly down on the top of my bare foot, and -- well, you know. But it didn't happen that way.

Too bad about the daily injections. I'm actually relieved to hear of that, and hope that soon it's no longer necessary. And good to hear that you have been moving your toes and all that, too. Imagine how good it will feel when a person actually can give that foot a gentle, flexing foot-rub after all this is over!

Yes. With concentration, you can do yoga while not moving at all.

Such a lovely thought. And, um... is Captain Jack aware of this?

Good night -- it's nearly closing time at the computer lab. Again! So little time, when it flies by so happily.