Being Thor

Yesterday in PT, I walked one eighth of a mile withOUT my walker, a cane or that damn brace! (yes, I had spotters just in case) Next time, we'll go for one quarter of a mile. With the walker, I can amble close to a mile now but not every day. That mile knocks me clean out.

Another thing, I'm climbing up and down the stairs from first to second floor all by myself now. I haven't used the chair lift in at least a couple weeks. Progress is definitely happening!

Remember mes amis, I've spent a goodly amount of this past year in a wheelchair. I'm not jitter bugging yet but—HEY—it could happen!

Today's my big two hour MRI. I'm feeling relatively, if not entirely, calm. My in-machine visual focus will be waves—small, leisurely rolls, lapping the shoreline and heading back out to sea. I'll count the wavelets in my head in order to keep a sense of time's passing.

You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.
~ Pema Chödrön

I don’t get this entirely. I mean, the sky is all integral to weather and shit. Right? How I’m choosing to interpret this, in light of my immediate need to chill the hell out, is like this—I am the mighty Thor (AKA the sky). The weather happens around me but doesn't dare fuck me up. I’m cool, I'm hip, I’m cool. Just gotta wait out the storm. Sounds good, no?  So, in the machine, I will be Thor playing in the sand at the shore's edge.

Afterward, Jen and I will stop at Dairy Freeze for our traditional post MGH butterscotch dipped soft serve (Jen, being more of a traditionalist–or chocoholic–gets chocolate dipped).

MMMMMMMMMMM, soft serve!