Questions would be, did you miss me, and did you miss my writing? I am not a writer by trade, it is not my profession, I only do it "for myself", how I say it, but also, I hope that my writing could make anyone who reads it - think.
March was quite interesting. It consisted of couple of events that I wanted to describe, but as I said, I wasn't inspired to do so.
Mission (Not) Accomplished
It has been 10 years since a very famous statement and speech, "Mission Accomplished" was bravely delivered (May 1st, 2003) to the world. As we know, mission was NOT accomplished in regards to people who were liberated - it was certainly accomplished in regards to people who made money from this. It was another great example of "USAism", giving people "freedom". What really bad is, the rest of the world, who actually supported it (except lone opposers of this ideology).
For all ignorant fat brains, make no mistake, for all who were responsible for making 6.5 million Iraqi children orphans, there will be a day when they'll be brought to justice. For all healthy brains, you know what you are supposed to do.
By education
Another March event that I found interesting was a night with Oliver Stone at Harvey Theatre at Banff Centre. We don't exactly live in the centre of the world, and not too many cultural events happen here, so this was an excellent opportunity to hear first hand from someone who "got it", and someone who's made all fat brains feel uncomfortable.
Of course, thanks to Tim Berners Lee, you can find all information about Mr.Stone on the internet. However, you can't find there the reasons, why he's been doing what he's been doing. That was the best part of the evening - the man helped me to see things clearer, and to understand my purpose better.
He said that he wanted to make sure that we don't do same things again. Of course, he referred to horrors he witnessed in Vietnam, that actually have happened on a consistent basis during last 40 years. "To make sure that we don't do same things again" = this is what helped me to understand what was my mission.
How can this be achieved? It can be achieved by education - not your every day education, spread by private schools, by your society, by your family, but by getting education from people of the world, people who've seen it from a different angle. And by you becoming aware.
This can be achieved by asking questions, by asking interesting questions. It can be achieved by questioning status quos, following examples of Bradley Manning. You can achieve it by making you know who, feel uncomfortable. Not by breaking their laws, not by violence, but by pure education, by exposing their rotten fat brains. That's the way. The only way. Don't allow to be seen as someone who even don't know that he/she doesn't know.
Sacroiliac joint and lessons learned
I also injured my back in March 2013. To be precise that happened on Saturday, March 16th. It was a great day for skiing, lots of new snow fell over night, and I was going to take my friend Gyula to Mt.Norquay - it would be his first time on this mountain.
I got up, and first thing I did was to put my ski socks on. I did it with my left sock, and then somehow my right sock got stuck, and I pulled harder. I was bent over, so when I pulled, it was same thing as I was lifting something with my back and my spine, instead of with my legs. I did put the sock on, but when I straightened myself and my back, I felt a weird pain in my lower back. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and when I bent over sink,I felt a shooting pain in my lower back. I couldn't bend as the pain was stronger than I was able to handle it.
I tried to stretch, and it was obvious to me that I was totally fine to stand with my spine being straight, but my every attempt to bend forward was interrupted by excruciating pain in my lower back. Gyula was up, so I asked him to stretch me, to pull my legs while I was laying on my back - however, nothing helped. There was just more pain. There was no way to ski that day. Well, I could only get back to bed and find any position in which I wouldn't feel pain. Ada applied an oil that I got from Philippines and I felt a bit better.
I was able to walk and to stand but only with straight back, or bent backwards. If I tried to bend forward, I would almost faint because of pain.
On Monday I went to Glen Sather clinic at UofA, to see Blaire who fixed my knee in 2011. After assessment he explained that there was a problem with one of my disks, between L5 and S1. The disk slipped backwards, hitting my nerves, so when I was bending forward, it would push even harder and that was the source of pain. Good thing was we knew what happened.
Why that happened? The real culprit was my sacroiliac joint, actually the right side of the joint. This side was much more stiffer than the left one, so it made me compensate with the spine (this compensation was going on for years), and finally pulling the sock resulted with disk displacement.
I took a week of daily therapy - they would put me in this machine in which they strap you and then you get stretched for 30 minutes, similar to Procrustes bed. I had to be patient to go through this. Also, Blaire would work on right hand side of the joint, making it more flexible. He also showed me very important exercises that would rebuilt balance in my spine.
All of that really helped, but I felt this pain for a while. It was same feeling as I had a beef stew in my lower back. It was almost impossible to sit, and it was difficult to sleep. But I was persistent and patient, and therapy helped. I was actually skiing on March 30th, only 2 weeks after the injury.
I was careful that day, and it did feel weird, while scaling steeper slopes. I still did 8000 m vertical that day. It was even better the next day, when I even didn't think about my back. I did 10 000 m vertical on March 31st.
What did I learn from this?
1. When you wake up and get up from the bed, walk a bit, stretch a bit, and only then put your socks on
2. The second thing that I learned was a real eye opener. I was not able to do anything on my own for a week. It felt as it lasted a year. I couldn't put the socks on :), I couldn't put pants on, I couldn't walk properly, I couldn't walk downstairs. This was the first time that I understood people who were disabled. I felt I must say ashamed, as I wasn't kind in the past towards people who had physical limitations. I felt guilty too, and I was asking myself how could I be so not sensitive?
I finally got a proof of an old proverb that person with a full belly doesn't believe someone who is hungry.
I understand it now.
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