CHAPTER 8
MY ALTERNATE VISION OF THE PAST…
Well, my doctor was actually right.
I quickly realized, to my dismay, that being up all-day cutting hairs, with my conditions (even though I taught I would prove him wrong…), was not the idea of the century… This century anyways…
So, I decided to change careers.
I remember that I once helped my previous boyfriend with his homework in specialized education (working with disadvantaged children and teens). Therefore, to me, I now had all the necessary skilled to make a career of it…
Therefore, one day, I became the specialist in charge of rehabilitating a young men who had a head trauma as a result of a fall from his motorcycle (the Québec road system takes full medical care of everyone who has a vehicle accident, for free !). That is when I discovered the virtues of swearing to dissipate tension !
At home, all I ever hear my dad say was something innocent like “bloody” or whatever.
My patient was an expert at it. That was how he communicated. Therefore, the only way to communicate with him was to use those “punctuations” too.
NOTE: hold your horse here. i am not saying every head trauma patients act that way. only this particular one was. chill out people!).
My job was to help his keep his medical appointments (his memory was affected), go shopping (WHICH INCLUDED HIM SHOPPING WEEKLY FOR HIS “MEDICINAL HERBS…”.
I had never seen that stuff then.
So, when I saw his full “delivery” there on his living room table, I thought to myself: “this is my job and it was to help him regain his prior skills”. I however couldn’t help being impressed. Little innocent me…
WITH HIS DOCTOR’S PRESCRIPTION IN MY HANDS!
THEN, I BECAME PREGNANT ! (WAIT, WAIT! MY SERVICED DIDN’T GO THAT FAR PEOPLE! FROM THE BOYFRIEND NOT THE PATIENT YOU PERVS !). YES, i once in a while tried to help him “find a girl” but that was it.
One day however, he lost the plot. He didn’t like what I just told him so he sort of, as we say, punched me in the stomach!
Well, as a result, little “Eve-Marie” suddenly ceased to exist…
(Since then, though, I had the privilege to talk to her. It was earlier this week. As I was proofreading my book, on July 9th. I cried that day. but with tears of joy. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted from my heart!).
I spoke with her again later.
She is so beautiful. I wish i could have met her. Someday I will !
Months later, as I was still healing my soul with my archangels, the pain to my knees became so intense that I had to resort to wearing orthopedics supports.
It helped me for a while but, due to the fact that my backbones have since been on several occasions, butchered by a series of surgeries merging my disks with more and more bicycle screws or whatever they did, result of another accident post 18th birthday, at work this time, it was hell.
As a result, I cannot bend easily in order to put on and removed my “bionic legs”. Therefore, I resorted in asking my big boy for help every morning, who got on his knees, despite back problems of his own, to help me put them on.
He never once complained being the good loving boy he became.
Then, inevitably, winter arrived without warning. I needed an adjustment to my walking apparatus. The back strap was now slowly killing me with pain. But winter in Québec is bloody cold. And snowy. And my pain seemed to increase before and during each and every snow fall…