25 April 2006

Traditionalist

Today I decided to embrace a time-honoured cultural tradition of my Latino heritage-- denial.

I heal quickly, so I gingerly tried putting some weight on my foot this morning. Not too bad. Those crutches have been driving me crazy so I decided to eschew them today. The cast? Well it doesn't quite go with my 'vogs, so that went too. I started out well enough, my shoe only a little tight, ankle only throbbing a little. Ok, so by now it's throbbing a little bit more...Just some ice and I'll be right as rain. Hmm, maybe a vicodin too.

The verdict? Well, I'll probably skip the flamenco class tonight, but I will be back in ninja-fighting shape in no time.

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22 April 2006

Hobbled Ninja

So, I'm writing this as the Vicodin kicks in, the throbbing pain in my ankle fading into dull background noise.

It all started last night, when a friend and I were walking back to my place after a night on the town. Being hardy, brave souls, we thought nothing of turning down that darkened alley, a shortcut home.

The walls muffled all sound but soon I detected the merest hint of movement. I could not discern a source or direction. My friend and I barely had time to exchange apprehensive looks before they dropped into sight. There must have been twenty of them, the stealthy bastards. Ninjas to our left, to our right, before and behind us.

Surrounded!

In a split second I recalled my year of tae kwon do training, the carefully studied fight scenes on Buffy... I sprang into action! My friend went down at the first punch and cowered by the wall, paralysed by pain and fear. It was up to me to get us out of this!
Suddenly, I became as though possessed. Punches and kicks flying, I made my way through the black-clad pack. The few who were left standing, ran.
I shook off the rage which had possessed me, grabbed my buddy and we ran all the way to my apartment. It wasn't until the adrenaline wore off that I felt the pain in my foot.

And that, my friends, is how I ended up in the E.R. today. I am now hobbling around on crutches with a sprained ankle. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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10 April 2006

Grandma update

Thanks to all who have been sending energy/Reiki to my grandmother. It seems that 'by some miracle' much of the affected tissue in her heart has returned to normal. She is now at a great hospital in Medellin where she has been moved from intensive care into a regular room.
She will undergo a stress test which will determine the amount of damage as well as subsequent treatment. So far, however, there is no talk of surgery. There is even talk of releasing her from the hospital by Wednesday.

A recently published study "proved" that prayer has little or no effect under such circumstances. Maybe they should have tried Reiki.

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08 April 2006

Blegh

Even though I know better I can't help but feel like I am useless right now, as we say in Colombia "no me hallo" (I can't find myself). I don't know what to do other than send Reiki.
My grandmother had a heart attack this afternoon. She's a 4 foot something bundle of energy who looks 20 years younger than her age and tells bawdy stories that would make a sailor blush. But she's also a lady, and never sets foot outside her door without impeccable hair and make-up.
She's in a rural hospital where the most they could do for her was give her an injection to stabilize her before sending her to the city of Medellin. Thankfully your chances of surviving a hospital visit in Colombia are considerably higher than they are here in the US, and Medellin does have some amazing cardiologists. It looks bad right now though--- the current hospital doesn't even have the proper monitoring equipment.

To my friends who do energy work, please send all you can and are willing to. Her name is Beatriz Santacoloma. Thanks.

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