karmafree
28 Oct 2011, 15:05
Just got back from my first pool rehab. Scary stuff. I have had the very good fortune to have a lovely young female physio do my rehab with me at the hospital. I have been bathing in her soft gentle touches as she massages my legs and ankle, thinking of St Fly with his 50 plus crackers trying to get him functioning. "Sorry Fly you are a loser", the smug thought running through my mind. Well this afternoon my arrogance came back to bite me.
What is a definition of terror? A fully clad clown walking down a back street at 1am in the morning? The holocaust footage? Pol Pot? Julia Gillard making love to Tony Abbott? The cruel bounce of the footy killing our dreams? What ever it is, its no doubt different for all of us. Well I have a new one. Try this on for size.
A pool of geriatric 70 plus senior citizens, in a hydro therapy pool!
Scaly skin flaking into the tepid waters, hair falling out, sores and welts covering their bodies. Nana's in floral one piece bathing suits with hair everywhere. Foam sun visors, with sunglasses on in an indoor setting. And I am supposed to wade into it and begin my therapy.
Not bloody likely. I am used to the beautiful beaches up here, sun, surf and sand. Not tepid, funny feeling water with all sorts of things floating in it. I admit I was terrified by my senior citizens and their superfluous bodily waste products. "I can't do it" I moaned to my helper. "yes we can" responded my very own Baraka Obhama. "I can't", "you can" and with no further ado out I went, suspended in mid air by some sort of swinging contraption, slowly lowered down into the primordial soup. Fear, terror horror, what is going to happen to me when I hit the water, what germs and infections are about to assault my depleted immune system. "Please God if you are there save me I need your protection" the mantra of the condemned wringing in my mind as I touch the water.
I had stopped breathing, awaiting my body to dissolve in the toxic mixture of chlorine and who knows what, when I hear a deep aged smokers voice calling me back to reality. "Pretty bloody good in here isn't it sonny" The octogenarian greets me , his fellow bather and sufferer, with a cracked weathered face, smiling in a way that only one who has suffered pain and is temporarily free from it can smile. The mixture of relief, pleasure and gratitude all materializing in a shared moment of humanity expressed through a smile to a complete stranger who knows what you are going through.
So began an hour of shared experiences as we all told our stories while we floated and walked by each other, shared pain, fleeting moments of pleasure.
I forgot all about the "soup" and had a new insight about "its all in the mind"
What has this got to do with BF? Buggered if I know, it is the off season and time to let the mind wander:D
'Carn the Saints!
What is a definition of terror? A fully clad clown walking down a back street at 1am in the morning? The holocaust footage? Pol Pot? Julia Gillard making love to Tony Abbott? The cruel bounce of the footy killing our dreams? What ever it is, its no doubt different for all of us. Well I have a new one. Try this on for size.
A pool of geriatric 70 plus senior citizens, in a hydro therapy pool!
Scaly skin flaking into the tepid waters, hair falling out, sores and welts covering their bodies. Nana's in floral one piece bathing suits with hair everywhere. Foam sun visors, with sunglasses on in an indoor setting. And I am supposed to wade into it and begin my therapy.
Not bloody likely. I am used to the beautiful beaches up here, sun, surf and sand. Not tepid, funny feeling water with all sorts of things floating in it. I admit I was terrified by my senior citizens and their superfluous bodily waste products. "I can't do it" I moaned to my helper. "yes we can" responded my very own Baraka Obhama. "I can't", "you can" and with no further ado out I went, suspended in mid air by some sort of swinging contraption, slowly lowered down into the primordial soup. Fear, terror horror, what is going to happen to me when I hit the water, what germs and infections are about to assault my depleted immune system. "Please God if you are there save me I need your protection" the mantra of the condemned wringing in my mind as I touch the water.
I had stopped breathing, awaiting my body to dissolve in the toxic mixture of chlorine and who knows what, when I hear a deep aged smokers voice calling me back to reality. "Pretty bloody good in here isn't it sonny" The octogenarian greets me , his fellow bather and sufferer, with a cracked weathered face, smiling in a way that only one who has suffered pain and is temporarily free from it can smile. The mixture of relief, pleasure and gratitude all materializing in a shared moment of humanity expressed through a smile to a complete stranger who knows what you are going through.
So began an hour of shared experiences as we all told our stories while we floated and walked by each other, shared pain, fleeting moments of pleasure.
I forgot all about the "soup" and had a new insight about "its all in the mind"
What has this got to do with BF? Buggered if I know, it is the off season and time to let the mind wander:D
'Carn the Saints!