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Jett Superior laid this on you on || May 17, 2005 || 9:15 pm

Not studyin’ a title, y’all.

I’ve been camped out on the couch since this whole brouha started (a weeeeek now, can you believe that?), as our bedroom is recessed and also bilevel. Lots of steppin’ at this point is a no-go.

My upper body and left leg are wicked sore from the oft-repeated series of moves that it takes me to heave myself from the cushions and into the wheelchair. I only ask for assistance when I am way beyond fatigued or in such pain that moving myself might cause me to slip and fall. I am a stubborn cuss; that coupled with the knowledge that momma and daddy have to leave tomorrow and I’ll have to do it on my own for eight hours a day while the kids are at school makes me determined to come up with solutions to obstacles.

This morning when I awoke and had to go pee, there sat my daddy on the loveseat, already working on the morning’s coffee and talknews fare. Knowing that I really, really need to give certain muscles a day’s rest so that they will be effective later, I set about getting off the sofa and into the wheelchair in a new fashion. Dad has been encouraging my gaining independence throughout this whole process, sort of in a quiet observer (SO out of character for him!) fashion.

So he watched out of the corner of his eye this morning, sipping his coffee, as I scooched hurriedly to one end of the sofa (GOTTA PEEEEE!) and quickly assessed the facts and trajectories and the basic physics of it all. Then, carefully, I maneuvered myself so that I was on hands and knees, face toward the back of the couch, ass-end toward the wide bank of windows facing the street. I then put my left foot to the floor and raised myself to a standing position. I let out a victory cry, and as I lowered my butt into the wheelchair’s seat, observed my dad laughing so hard that he shook and tears rolled down his face.

“ATTA WAY TO DO IT, GIRL! MOM, COME SEE HOW CLEVER YOUR DAUGHTER IS!”

This afternoon Maxim helped me down three steps and into the tiny slip of a bathroom at the back of the house. The showers in the middle and upstairs baths are not working to capacity yet; that’s one of the renovations we’d decided to take on bit by bit. Who knew, right?

So, through careful machinations and a few inches at a time, I made it back there and onto a shower stool left behind by last year’s deceased grandmother (I will never again curse my mom-in-law’s failure to get rid of things in a timely manner). For twenty minutes I was in heaven, scrubbing my scalp and shaving my pits and –let’s all chant along– looFAH! looFAH! looFAH! I felt pukey from the exertion afterward, but more human and well-put-together overall. The girls, inspired, painted my toenails a lovely shade of summer peach afterward.

This evening, listening to the sounds of three generations of Superior laughing and loving and enjoying one another float up to me from the wide expanse of dining room, I sat and thanked God. I thanked Him for my life, for all you people He has gifted me with, I thanked Him for quiet moments of happiness even amidst pain.

The realization that I am still here –still really and truly here, in this brutish, wonderful world– hit me for the first time since the accident happened, and I thanked Him with such gratitude and relief that before I knew it I was openly weeping and confessing aloud how very blessed a person I am.

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  1. Dave S. 5.18.2005

    Hey Jett,

    Got here from Sugarmama’s after hearing you up and ruined a tractor. Hope you’re doing well, and best wishes.

    I can empathize a little with the crippleness. I was all laid up for a spell with back surgery a few years ago. Most unpleasant to feel so useless and sore. You’re indeed lucky to have lots o’ help at the house.

    Later,

     
  2. blamb 5.18.2005

    Holy smokes! You did go BOOM! Hope the mending is going well. Mend up! Mend often!

     
  3. Jettomatika 5.20.2005

    Dave: Welcome!

    BLAMB!: Thank you for your wishes! Even the secret ones that nobody knows about!

     
  4. zee 5.24.2005

    Oh no, no ouchies for my Jett!

    I pray you recover and keep getting better each and every day. Yes, you are still here, and it’s a brave new world, and I’m SO glad… we have been blessed, too.

    Much love and hugs!

     

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