so my friend Pat wanted an interpretion of “no me mandas la ciguanaba”-I told this to the 2 Salvadoran OR nurses right before they hit the lights.
The ciguanaba is a salvadoran scary folktale about a witch like lady that looks for men in the jungle, tempting them with her big “chiches” they get close then it’s too late to run.-she curls up into a real old witch and her chiches grow to her toes.
there are others such as the cadejo, carreta chillona, and others and since El Salvador is like a family to me, I knew the OR staff could relate-thats when they laughed and then I woke up in recovery room-with no recollection that 9 hrs had past and kuato was gone.
The context in English would not work that well, it would be too dark, “hey guys don’t send me the boogey man, or worse, don’t send me the reaper”
I couldn’t find any good google pix of the ciguanaba but a link yes!
The Salvadoran Joke reference I told the OR staff-the Ciguanaba! more leyendas here.
After my phone conversation with my bud Dan, I was thinking about balance. when you hear the word balance..what do you think of…like now?..
a balerina, elephant with one foot on a bucket..acrobat, balance beams,
thats what I used to imagine,
now its images of slippin in the shower, or tripping over a rottweiler chain.
Monday, December 04, 3:54 PM – marco
got back from an outside “ghost float” a g.f. because I am moving at about 4 feet per 30 seconds. Sounds spin me around, creening for the location of the airplane, or the bird, no sound location. so the sound of a loud truck pulling out of its driveway about 50 yrds away sounds like its going to run me over, but you dont know where its at, so I startle and try not to fall over as I spin atound looking for the oncoming truck.
I havent walked with my mom since I was very young.
Since my other senses are becoming more sensitive-even smell-it can be overwhelming.
My moms child dog is a bernese mountain dog, ( ya talks to it and stuff like a human)- large, passed gas in the TV room last night-it was so bad I thought my mom would have to put a stick in my mouth to not bite my toungle like somone having an epileptic seizure. I later told her that having the dog in the house is not “conducive to my healing”.
before I forget, this is the brace I had my head in for over 6.5 hrs. looks comfortable eh?
head mount used at SBI to allow robot arm to kill kuato
I can still feel the “woodpress” clamp indentations in my head.
Monday, December 04, 3:10 PM – marco
just had some grapes, peaches, tuna fish.
coughed.
coughing is bad.
can hear my cerebral spinal fluid swishing around like a can full of peaches. hurts too, I just have to hold something and take the waves of coughs, making sure my cervical spine doesn’t snap.
imagine childhood..if you dare..muwahaha
that moron kid “friend” that comes up and puts you in a headlock and noogies you..
so with me, when I cough, the kid comes up with a large pillow, envelopes your head, does the headlock, a noogie, shakes the pillow..
and your going all the time, “haha, ya cool man, your cool, I can handle a noogieha ha ya ya”.
but the whole time you are not focused on your head-but your airway- to hack out that dry piece of cracker that is stuck there.
I suppose to convey to you to the feeling of having your left vestibular nerve taken out-imagine having someone coming up behind you as you are reading a book with slippers and some hot cocoa..and they push your head down really fast and laugh. your muscles are relaxed at first, then tense up to shoot your head back to position-+your really pissed off.
Now Imagine getting USED TO THAT, happening all the time as you walk up stairs, sit on toilet, eat, read a book, etc head push head push head push. That is what people that have Acoustic Neuromas removed- go through for rehab over the course of 3-8 weeks. I am one week out.
Monday, December 04, 1:59 PM – marco
Spent long time in shower.
WARNING-GUYTHING***DO NOT READ IF OFFENDED EASILY
was finally able to piss in the shower.
imagine that guys, not pissing in the shower for a week~! I hope this post doesn’t cause partner arguments.
I also tried to let my mind “go there” the subject that always pops into our heads in order to propagate the species. I was able to cognitively grasp concepts and images, but no connection “downstairs” still.
Since my cognitive powers were back I started to overly analyze the word “BOOB” and came to the conclusion that it visually represents the curves of a woman more than the word “breast”., Just move the letters around in the prior word and you’ll see what I mean.
It was a cognitive tuning shower.
I do remember trying to force myself to think about sex to see if my mind was intact too, about 12 hrs out of surgery.-I had thrombo socks on still, an auto BP cuff on my right arm-inflating every hr, artery/IV leads in my hands and feet+ Catheter *(((
Ok–“so here it goes”, my thought processes on “that subject” started to churn through me, at first calm..a breast walking on the yellow brick road waving at me, a butterfly on a flower, ice cream, then I was attacked with visual images that wouldn’t stop, round breasts, square breasts, triangle breasts, then a pair of spinning pinwheel breasts charging me, that made vertigo start-, I was flailing on the bed like a fish outta water,
I may have called the nurse and accidentally turned Jerry Springer on at that time I don’t know. woowoohoowoo, clock arms fast motion, puking over the bed into a pan I was almost breaking against the bedrail. Then all of a sudden nurse Glenda coming in at around 4am? “Would you like to be given a bath”? @#$% my imagination, but instead she was stating it was time to take the catheter out in tagalog or english I don’t remember, BREATHE DEEP,
I think “breathe deep” is a nurse trick because when you “breathe deep” it pushes your diaphragm down-which probably pushes on your bladder-I glanced down thinking, Heck I am pissing a molten iron, (add your own visual+pain) I pissed until the molten iron finally came out-about 8 inches maybe above my “u know what”.
Perhaps the mind or God tells you that “you are not to think about SEX until your mind gets done healing other areas of your body.
Nerve connections>
The last 2 days at the hospital I would close my eyes and have a visual impression of a macrolense photo of an orange peel, with the pores and stuff, then porcupine quills would shoot out from the pores,
That played in my head for about 3 days in different contexts and designs.
in my deaf left ear, of course I don’t “hear” anything, but I did acutely and now randomly sense or ya, HEAR, a 60s space movie ray gun bouncing back and forth-and a piano sound of fingers slapped down on random notes every time i plugged/unplugged my good ear, accordion harmonica sounds, and like wind in a tunnel with the dimensions of the tunnel changing thus changing the swooshh tone..
I am free associating too much now and its getting disorganized. will be back later to post about this darn dog in the house
Monday, December 04, 11:59 AM – marco
woke up at about 10:00, then took a soothing nap at 10:05.
no headache! calm, reserved. slo mo still.
spent 30 mins on hold listening to blue cross music, called biosports in Wenatchee, a PT is supposed to be calling me back.
am now going to tackle the shower and my moms “sap moss” shampoo-will see if it doesn’t get stuck in my staples like peanut butter this time. Will attempt a “ghost float” outside today.
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