while at PT/work on wednesday, a tree branch broke my front windshield.
the past two days have been painful - and i'm not trying to be figurative. my knees are working against me. they refuse to get along with my legs; its as if they have decided they are enemies and won't cooperate...or play nice (they clearly weren't listening to all those working together exercises i learned during my years at my labratory elementary school). the massaging during PT hurts like hell and seems to be making me MORE inflamed...the only good news on the knee front is that my parents seem to believe that there is now something wrong with me (and have stopped telling me to get over it...remember, i was home this past weekend). it feels good to feel like the people in your life believe that you are in pain...still, i would just rather feel better and for my parents to go back to believing that i had been over reacting.
did i mention i have a broken windshield? yeah? just checking.
when ice doesn't help i have been rereading an email i received during the height of my discomfort yesterday...from ABN's best friend (he's my very good friend too, once upon a time, not so very long ago, we all lived together, but at the end of the day he's ABN's BESTIE...at least that's what he's called in my world). BESTIE has been going through what some might call a rough patch but what i would like to call a his own personal liberation movement. two weeks ago i supervised his move into his own apartment (just like the proud mother i am) by hanging all of his dress shirts according to color and facing them the same direction (if only i had drawer liners).
one of my favorite parts of my day is when i arrive at my desk each morning and find an email from BESTIE. usually he reflects on his activities from the night before and what he has learned/how he is feeling (liberation movements, it turns out, include some self reflection as well). his excitement about what he has discovered about himself (and others) regardless of big or small...brings a smile to my face. a BIG smile, that sometimes includes an audible giggle. it's not just that he's feeling/doing what he is but that he thinks to email me with these realizations each day...to quote BESTIE..."I LOVE IT"
yesterday, right at the moment where phsyical pain and frustration were a about to break me into true bits and pieces, BESTIE's daily email arrived. the reflection of the day: how he has decided to color coordinate his apartment - and the joy that making this decision has brought him. BESTIE has no clue how much i have come to look forward to his daily reflections...they have become part of my routine, like checking usmagazine.com
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tonight we are going to a friend's for shabbat/passover dinner. i am making ina garten macaroons (by way of my dad of course)...SO YUM so i best get going. we'll be breaking passover on saturday night (and not a moment too soon). i see sushi in my near future :)
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