Week 51

    I decided on a new name for my next vehicle: RAMBO. I feel like this world is my oyster and I consider it generally to be a safe place that loves me; it nurtures my growth and development and it's continually molding me into a wiser and happier being. But there's also some bullshit in it (please pardon my French). This includes bullshit such as a-hole drivers that decide to chug a handle of Jim Bean before they get behind the wheel, crazies that get their kicks from attacking unarmed women that walk alone at night in the street, or even just those jerks that have fun putting people down and taking advantage of others. I strongly believe that the world is overall a good place filled with lots of loving people, but by no means perfect, so I'm going to do my damn-est to prepare for those not-so perfect parts of it.

   I was never a Honda Civic kinda girl anyway. It made a lot of sense getting an island cruiser when I first moved here. It got great gas mileage, it was functional and just seemed logical to sell my truck that was not only very thirsty, but also getting old and reaching well over 100,000 miles. But  Hondas and I just don't vibe. My Honda, my departed Kaia, not only was she 2 wheel drive, but she was beige. I don't do beige. In my gut I knew better, In my heart I'm a truck gal, and I need me a tough vehicle that's not gonna take any crap from those drunk drivers that swerve around a corner heading straight for me at 45 mph. Nope. I need me a hardy RAMBO that will squash a driver like that in his tracks.
   Since the accident, I've decided I can choose to recover just as me...and I consider myself a pretty awesome chick, and I can hop around on my crutches and heal. Or, I can still be me, but I can be a gosh darn-tooting, tenacious bad ass fighter version of me that hops around on my crutches with a little extra gangsta swagger as I heal. Yep, I like the second option. I'm a tough cookie and I'm gonna drive a truck named Rambo. Well, I'm not convinced on the name Rambo just yet, but it's gonna be a beast...with an equally brute name.

   I think while I'm healing I may take some self defense classes as well. Forget finding a guru to guide me through seated meditation, I need a self defense instructor to teach me gimp-style karate. Pretty soon I'll be swinging my crutches, armed and dangerous, capable of taking out a mean gang of drunk drivers with a single swing; a fractured patella ain't stoppin' me. I'll be like Kung Fu Panda with my crutches,  Hi-Ya!!! "Take that", I'll shout to any jerks or mean people! But I'm sending big hugs and smiles and rainbows to everyone who is nice! Group hug anyone? See, I'm still ME! Just with a little extra 'umph' now. ( I got staples in my head, don't mess with me!) OK, remember in my last post when I said I wasn't angry at the guy that hit me? Yeah, well, as I write this, I'm realizing that maybe a wee bit of anger is starting to ooze out. But really, I'm not super heated or bitter (although maybe I should be, but it just seems like wasted energy). I just want to be more prepared and more on the defensive. I know we can't always control what happens to us, but it doesn't hurt to drive a bigger car, carry mace, and learn how to high kick while using crutches.

Finally, I got some fresh air after the accident, and I felt like a new woman. Feeling the ocean breeze and watching the sun's reflection sparkle off the bright turquoise water was medicine for the soul! That's a better fix than pain meds any day. Look at those crutches too, those are some solid metal sticks; I could easily use them as weapons if need be!

Unfortunately, getting outside is a bit tricky (given my 3 flights of stairs) and requires major assistance from a strong helper...so I don't get to the ocean everyday. A lot of time is spent here, on my two full size futon mattresses that my friend Paige stacked on top of each other to make a functional and affordable couch.  I'm wearing a fancy dress because I've decided that this jaunt counts as one of my excursions. Getting from my bed, and up and onto the couch during these early stages of healing actually is no easy task..so heck yeah I'm including this!