They don’t call them Physio Terrorists for nothing.
December 3 I sustained a twisting knee injury. My Dr recommended physiotherapy. That’s how I found CY.
He started out quite nice and sweet. I hear that’s typical. But then it progresses:
Toes up! Always keep toes up! Why are you still using the walker! You’re afraid to walk aren’t you! More exercises, you need more exercises! Next week you bring cane, I show you how to walk! Don’t walk like oompaloompa! You have to exercise for the rest of your life!
I have to listen intently when he speaks with his heavy Asian accent. He’s right about how specific exercises have helped me heal. And he’s right about how exercise increases my mobility.
The terror is for my own good…and he’s really quite goodhearted and sweet through it all. Sometimes he’ll talk about his own frustrations dealing with people who don’t follow his advice or with Doctors who don’t see the benefit of his work.
He told me he used to work with another professional who was happy when there was a snow storm because that meant accidents and that was good for business. CY said he will always want to help people feel better but he couldn’t live with himself if that meant wishing pain and suffering on others. He said if there was no one left to help he would rather just wash dishes like he did to put himself through school.
I read somewhere that if the benefits of exercise could be derived from a pill everyone would be taking it. It would be so easy to just take a pill. Doing the work takes longer and it’s not that much fun at first but it feels so good after.
Romans 5:5 One man was there, who had been ill for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him and knew that he had been lying there a long time, he said to him, "Do you want to be healed?" The sick man answered him, "Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is troubled, and while I am going another steps down before me." Jesus said to him, "Rise, take up your pallet, and walk." And at once the man was healed...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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I miss you.
I've been to two funerals this year. They were people in their 80's and 90's, lived long and wonderful lives with only a short period of illness at the end. I left both funerals wondering if we can ever live up to the accomplishments and integrity of that generation.
Think for a moment how much the world changed in their lifetimes.
In January we lost our friend John. He was a gifted healer, teacher, believed in life long learning and never giving in to negativity. I have never met anyone who was so accepting and loving to all people. His son mentioned that in the eulogy and I could see people nodding in agreement. It didn't matter who you were or what you had done.
The first healing session I had with John was almost a mystical experience. Later sessions we spent a great deal of time just talking. The stories of his life and work were lessons for me. He would touch me lightly and say "I know who you are and what you've been through. You are a good person and a good woman." He would make the sign of the cross on my forehead and say "God Bless". When I tried to pay him for his time, he would balk and ask if I could really afford it. He would say I never had to pay him, he was always just happy to see me.
When I participated in his healing circle of friends I felt an inner core strengthening. When I described it he told me I finally had some "guts". On Fridays in the clinic where he worked he would put on his music, usually something that swings like Glen Miller. And he would dance wherever he went. His rhythm was like a heartbeat, strong and sure. The year before he died he lost his beloved wife Rita of 60 years. No one expected him to go so quickly after. He suffered two falls and never recovered.
John, I miss you so much.
My friend's grandmother died at the age of 91. She left 9 children, 25 grandchildren, 37 great grandchildren and 1 great great grandchild. She was widowed young and left to raise the family and run a farm. And she did it. Her life centered around family, faith and food. She worked till she was 75 housekeeping for one family.
I used to see her at church. She was always impeccably dressed and radiated light. Really. Beautiful, just beautiful.
As I watched the slide show of her life and family I had that thought: will there ever be a generation like them?
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Word on Fire
It's building momentum. Here's the blog...http://www.wordonfire.org/WoF-Blog/WoF-Blog.aspx
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Who knew? He Canoes!
I'll get a "Hi there gorgeous!" from The Baker ( AKA Doug the Doughboy). Or Barb (The Baker's Wife) will tell me she's got something special set aside for me (gluten free chocolate cheesecake!).
So it doesn't matter that the faces at the tables are unfamiliar. Within minutes I'm part of the conversation at the next table (they were admiring my "Doug Omelet") or The Baker has made his way to sit down at my table. That's just what it's like there.
I thought I would remember how the conversation got around to canoeing. I don't usually take notes while I'm there. I'm searching my memory file and I'm getting zero results. So all I can say is the conversation led us to all the places Doug had canoed in Essex County (INCLUDING THE DETROIT RIVER). And that his first job involved delivering supplies by canoe in Kenora.
The canoe itself was part of a deal done in the bakery. 50 bucks and only a few patches needed.
That's Nana's Bakery.
And good news, they've got a blog now too! It's written by 3 people: Doug, The Baker, Barb, The Baker's Wife, and Linda, The Baker's Apprentice.
Check it out...http://nanasbakery97.blogspot.com/
Leave some comments! And join me sometime!
ps, thanks to all those who have encouraged me to return to blogging....I think I'm finally back!
Friday, March 5, 2010
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