A Man and his Dog
The Good side of the Story
A Man and his Dog walking towards the Sunlight
And here is the Story...
We both woke up early into a beautiful, bright sunlight morning.
My man asked me; “How are you
feeling?”
I said: “within the perimeters of my
current condition, i feel fine! ”
after many sleepless tortured nights
i had managed a two ‘2 hour sleeps’
and this made a difference.
So he said: “Ok! ... i have an offer
for you!... I can drive you down the beach,
right next to a bench and we can sit
there for as long as you feel comfortable
and enjoy the Sea”
I had not been out for nearly two
months and i was missing the Sea terribly,
so i thought this was a great
opportunity with such brilliantly mild weather,
to enjoy it one more time and also
gage how my strength measures out there.
So we got our keys, my phone for the camera and off to the
beach...
He parked the car less that 20
metres away from the nearest bench
an equal distance from our lounge
room to my bathroom
and after he helped me out the car as
soon as my feet touched the ground,
they responded with the same reflex
new born babies display:
you hold them upright with their
little toes barely touching a surface
and their reflex dictates ‘walk!’...
A rash of euphoria flooded my body
and as my legs seemed to have a life of their own
i thought “Perhaps we can keep
walking past the bench until i feel i need to sit down!...”
The thought barely completed and only
one third close to the bench,
was abruptly replaced by a new more
urgent one: “I need to sit down...Now!...”
I made it to the bench breathless and
we sat down for a few minutes
while i was recovering and soaking
the sun, the sea, and life so beautiful out there
and i even used the phone camera to
take a couple of photos of a man and his dog
walking in pure shimmering sunlight
on the water, so bright i could not even see
where i was aiming and whether the
targets were on focus.
Judging by the distance they walked
and the photos i took, it could not have been
more than 8 minutes total from
sitting down and then i started to hyperventilate,
shake, and unable to breath and i
asked to return home.
I could not get up... he helped me
and supported my body for one third of the way ,
i.e something like three metres walk
and then he asked me if i could stand there,
so he could drive the car to me the
remaining 6 metres distance i could not make.
I said no, i could not stand and
support my body, and it would be awfully difficult
to manoeuvre the car close to me
without running me over, lol!...
By the time we made it home i thought
i was near my end, shocked and surprised
at how worse my condition is than it
appears while living quietly at home
and exerting the least possible
effort doing only the lightest briefest of tasks
and mainly sitting down most of the
day.
I wept... bitterly... despite his
optimistic view that i would recover in a few
days
and i could not ignore the deeper
implications and significance
of the shocking reality of my
condition.
I knew i was bad... i could not
imagine i was that bad...
and strangely it was not legs or
pelvic nor even Lungs!..
it was the heart that had not strength making it... it thumbed hard and
laboriously
in to the depths of my stomach while
the blood was whooshing all over my body
while circulating, lasting late into
the evening and into another sleepless night.
In short... Brocken china on the
mantle confined inside the house from now on... unless...
On a Lighter note now because i walk
extremely slow wearing only socks for better
sense of stability, my man cracks
jokes on me like:
“C’mon ‘Speedy!.. slow down a bit
...you are going too fast!...”
He always manages to make me laugh no matter
how bad i feel inside or outside.
Then past it ... stopping for a few seconds and returning...
And that was the end of an Adventurous Day! Lol!
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