I want to be Robocop

I got a text from someone this morning asking about my injury and asking me to be well. Someone whom I thought was estranged given the period of silence between us for some time now. The text made me happy. Thank you for the text little one. Enjoy your trip to Bali.

The lovely one wanted to piggy back me up and down the stairs when we were at TPY the other day for dinner and Koi. For me that is an easy feat for I am made of steel. For that person, it is hell of a feat. Not to mention discomfort. Still, it was suggested to me to help me getting up and down the stairs. I am touched by the gesture though it didn’t happen. the idea didn’t manifest because I insisted on no.

A good ex team mate of mine texted me asking how am I and offered therapy to ease my swollen knee. we met a couple of times in church and church events but to have her to text me upon knowing, it feels good to know. thanks JH.

These and all the well wishes I have had coming in. thanks people.

Is that your way of telling me there are people who love me and that optimism and faith hasn’t exactly vanished from my life? Sometimes I am marvelled by the way you work oh great one. seriously. oh and thank you for the painful reminder.

in retrospect, the injury wasn’t warranted. I should not have taken for granted only big burly people are dangerous to me and thus I should only be more alert when I am randoriing with them. This is a good lesson learnt. No more nice person the next time. Big small short thin strong weak. When they come to my hands, everyone will be treated the same – it is either you or me on the ground. I get it that injuries are part and parcel. Just saying that the agony and trauma isn’t worth the chivalrous act medal awarded after.

A little update on the injury. I have been going in and out of lala land the whole of yesterday, even till late at night. There was a little fever in the night. I was shivering and had to hide under the blanket to escape the cold. Frankly I was a little worried. a fever means the condition is deproving. The injured part is taking a turn for the worst. but all was unfounded. when I woke up this morning, sweating a little under the covers, I was slightly relieved. The knee didn’t feel as stiff as it did yesterday and the fever was gone. I hope it stays like this and me being able to bend my knees a little this morning is a good sign I am recovering rather than me being under the influence of drugs.

I will be patient and rest for a few more hours before I start the rehab programme in the pool and gym.

I pity my left leg to always get shit like this. You poor poor limb. I swear on my life to protect you and the right the next time, all the time, everytime.

Friggin works

The past weeks have been nothing short of drama. The eradication of my heavily contaminated twitter account, the decision to move to Tumblr (to do or not to do), the loss of two good friends, the first argument with the lovely and still is lovely person and the headaches and my urge to scream out ENOUGH IS ENOUGH !! … at the top of my friggin lungs

The run in with things and people of late have left me thinking how much of my faith is dwindling. I was thinking, probably I should view everyone in the same light I view Meekey, with a pinch of blessed salt. I love him no doubt, care for him and really miss him when I do not see him for long but I will not leave him unguarded with my food simply because I cannot trust that he will be good to my food. They always end up in his digestive system. Ruthless and swift.

Digressing, the other day I had three buns in my bag and the bag was zipped up. I went into the room, forgetting the safety of the buns and thinking what could possibly happen in 5 minutes? When I re-emerge like 5 minutes later, the buns had vanished from the surface of the earth and what remained were three plastic bag. Not even a crumb was found. That is how brutal he is. He likes the bones.

I sometimes wonder if Meekey was the incarnate of Houdini or he had some secret ninja training before he came to me.

Back to the topic, In short, I feel that I should treat people this way too, when it comes to my inner world. I should love them but at the same time, retain and guard what is mine and mine only, giving it only a little at a time because they cannot be trusted with it. That is so that I had retain the faith and optimism I have had in the world prior to everything that has happened.

The thought that the world isn’t sucha bad place to be in, is still swirling in my mind and soul. There are people who love me and people whom I love. Dogs whom I love too.

I just have to be careful with whom I place my inner world with.