THE BETTY FORD DIARIES, PAGE 3
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN.. LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO:
Yes, I´m the clown... or it seems so...
Since I moved to this clinic, I tried to live this experience as good as I could, and it doesn´t mean to live in a fantasy world where sadness doesn´t catch you.
Besides the "WEIRD-OPTIMISTIC" way I´m facing my life and all the things that had been happening to me since last may , and besides this what ARETHUSA callled "my personality" that "could make just about any place be like Disneyland", there´s a huge fact that can´t be ignored:
"No matter how you deal with it, in this place you are sorrounded by pain and sorrow"
Now let me explain why I started my post this way: In this place, wherever you watch, everybody has their own sad story to be told, and that´s when my "crazy attitude" (wakko) calls everyone´s eye inside this handicap little planet we are sharing, so it´s wild (and a little crazy too) how, with a little joke, a funny face or a crazy comment at the gym, you can start a hilarious general laughter, make them smile and maybe, make them forget about their pain just for a little while.
And here´s when "THE CARILE REHAB CIRCUS" appears... I´ll tell you the story:
I met a wonderful girl here, ROMINA, she´s been here for the last two month recovering from the injuries she suffered during the fire of the Disco Cromagnonn the night before new years eve. (she´s great now, she will leave the clinic next week). She´s so funny and when we saw each other´s face expressions when we were at the gym suffering our PT´s commands we became friends right away.
Our times at the GYM are now like a practical jokes contest and everybody is especting for our reactions and jokes.
ROMINA and I spend most of our free time togheter, laughing at our lives and talking a lot about how we should handle our realities, she has become really important for me, and we brough support to each other since we got so close. I´m happy to had found her.
But I was talking about THE CIRCUS...
One day we were at the gym, laying on a huge mattres pad we use to do our excercise (it fits like 5 people lying togheter), I was about to start my ABS session using a huge ball under my legs (get the picture?, Ian lying face up, with a planet-zized ball under my legs in giving-birth-position ready to start suffering with my ABS) and ROMINA was about to do something similar with other ball (I think she was sitting on it.). Then, SILVINA and ALE, our designated PT´s that were checking our resistance, climbed to the mattress and tried to help us not to fell, and that´s was the begining of a picture that even until today is making everybody laugh until their pants become wet.
IAN ON GIVING BIRTH POSITION WITH THE HUGE YELLOW BALL UNDER HIM, SILVINA ON HER KNEES TRYING NOT TO FELL DOWN FROM THE MATTRESS UNDER MY LEGS PRESSION, ROMINA SITTING ON A HUGE RED BALL IN EQUILIBRIUM AND ALE,TRYING TO HELP HER NOT TO BRAKE A LEG IN THE MEANTIME. THEN SOMEBODY SCREAMED: HEY! YOU LOOK LIKE CLOWNS IN A CIRCUS! (he was right, the scene was as hilarious as ridiculous)
Then we noticed that everybody at the gym were stearing at us, trying not to laugh their butts out. And we started the show... we changed positions and tried to keep on our exercies but we were laughing so loud that we just couldn´t keep being serious about it. we put some music and made our pantomime acts pretending to be a very weird group of handicap acrobats.. .
Laughter is definetely better than any medication (god! now I´m fucking PATCH ADAMS!!!)
now everytime we got to the mattress or use the balls we start joking about the circus thing, entertaining the rest with our freaky way to face our pain.
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I GOT MY HANDICAP CERTIFICATE!!!!! Yes guys! after a few burocractic issues, my papers are ready and today (friday) I had the audition to get my card. This means that, from this moment, my social insurance company is forced to pay for every penny I have to spend in rehab, medications, testings, etc. so... ISN´T IT GREAT?????
LATER I´LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT ITS BENEFITS.
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another goodie...
I STARTED WALKING WITHOUT ASSISTANCE LAST TUESDAY!!!
I´m using a CANADIAN CANE (view picture) and I still gotta practise a lot but I haven´t broke a leg yet and ALEJANDRO says thattt´s a good sign!!! hehheehehhee
"THE CARILE REHAB CIRCUS"
Feat. IAN as THE HANDICAP CLOWN QUEER!
iññiiñ-ug-kfgYes, I´m the clown... or it seems so...
Since I moved to this clinic, I tried to live this experience as good as I could, and it doesn´t mean to live in a fantasy world where sadness doesn´t catch you.
Besides the "WEIRD-OPTIMISTIC" way I´m facing my life and all the things that had been happening to me since last may , and besides this what ARETHUSA callled "my personality" that "could make just about any place be like Disneyland", there´s a huge fact that can´t be ignored:
"No matter how you deal with it, in this place you are sorrounded by pain and sorrow"
Now let me explain why I started my post this way: In this place, wherever you watch, everybody has their own sad story to be told, and that´s when my "crazy attitude" (wakko) calls everyone´s eye inside this handicap little planet we are sharing, so it´s wild (and a little crazy too) how, with a little joke, a funny face or a crazy comment at the gym, you can start a hilarious general laughter, make them smile and maybe, make them forget about their pain just for a little while.
And here´s when "THE CARILE REHAB CIRCUS" appears... I´ll tell you the story:
I met a wonderful girl here, ROMINA, she´s been here for the last two month recovering from the injuries she suffered during the fire of the Disco Cromagnonn the night before new years eve. (she´s great now, she will leave the clinic next week). She´s so funny and when we saw each other´s face expressions when we were at the gym suffering our PT´s commands we became friends right away.
Our times at the GYM are now like a practical jokes contest and everybody is especting for our reactions and jokes.
ROMINA and I spend most of our free time togheter, laughing at our lives and talking a lot about how we should handle our realities, she has become really important for me, and we brough support to each other since we got so close. I´m happy to had found her.
But I was talking about THE CIRCUS...
One day we were at the gym, laying on a huge mattres pad we use to do our excercise (it fits like 5 people lying togheter), I was about to start my ABS session using a huge ball under my legs (get the picture?, Ian lying face up, with a planet-zized ball under my legs in giving-birth-position ready to start suffering with my ABS) and ROMINA was about to do something similar with other ball (I think she was sitting on it.). Then, SILVINA and ALE, our designated PT´s that were checking our resistance, climbed to the mattress and tried to help us not to fell, and that´s was the begining of a picture that even until today is making everybody laugh until their pants become wet.
IAN ON GIVING BIRTH POSITION WITH THE HUGE YELLOW BALL UNDER HIM, SILVINA ON HER KNEES TRYING NOT TO FELL DOWN FROM THE MATTRESS UNDER MY LEGS PRESSION, ROMINA SITTING ON A HUGE RED BALL IN EQUILIBRIUM AND ALE,TRYING TO HELP HER NOT TO BRAKE A LEG IN THE MEANTIME. THEN SOMEBODY SCREAMED: HEY! YOU LOOK LIKE CLOWNS IN A CIRCUS! (he was right, the scene was as hilarious as ridiculous)
Then we noticed that everybody at the gym were stearing at us, trying not to laugh their butts out. And we started the show... we changed positions and tried to keep on our exercies but we were laughing so loud that we just couldn´t keep being serious about it. we put some music and made our pantomime acts pretending to be a very weird group of handicap acrobats.. .
Laughter is definetely better than any medication (god! now I´m fucking PATCH ADAMS!!!)
now everytime we got to the mattress or use the balls we start joking about the circus thing, entertaining the rest with our freaky way to face our pain.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I GOT MY HANDICAP CERTIFICATE!!!!! Yes guys! after a few burocractic issues, my papers are ready and today (friday) I had the audition to get my card. This means that, from this moment, my social insurance company is forced to pay for every penny I have to spend in rehab, medications, testings, etc. so... ISN´T IT GREAT?????
LATER I´LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT ITS BENEFITS.
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another goodie...
I STARTED WALKING WITHOUT ASSISTANCE LAST TUESDAY!!!
I´m using a CANADIAN CANE (view picture) and I still gotta practise a lot but I haven´t broke a leg yet and ALEJANDRO says thattt´s a good sign!!! hehheehehhee
well my sweethearts, gotta run...
but first let me thank you all for your comments and emails. I LOVE U!!.
ohhhhhhhh Ilaughed a lort with TEXAS BISCUIT comment about my assistant who makes coffe eheehehhe
here we have some kind of "male nurses" that help us with little things like pulling our wheelchairs, joining us to the bathroom, helping with our bath and, in this case... make some coffe, they are called ASSISTANTS. but you are right MY DEAR texas muffin... I love FANCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!!!!!
IAN
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