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18 Weeks of Twoey - 41. Week Six Saturday, October 11, 2014: Out of ICU
I texted Gary: < no run today >
All my muscles burned and ached ...still. I told him about my finish. He texted back, gave me some shit (I expected some) and said he finished first in their race and the JV had won. Theirs was home against Livermore Central. Anyway, we're taking the morning off.
I hadn’t been keeping up my little weight chart. I weighed in this morning and it looks like I'm gaining a bit. I made sure to have a decent bowl of cereal. Maybe I’ll find something more substantial than last time when we’re all at Kory's tonight.
You know, I'm starting to worry about my upcoming visit with Twoey ...a lot. If I go tomorrow, I'll probably be there all day. I'm pretty sure there was contact under my meditation and his pain drugs. I'm almost certain. I don’t have any idea how it was possible, but there are too many coincidences between what he told his mom and what happened during my meditation. But I'm thinking Twoey can't be sure he wasn't simply dreaming under the knockout drops they gave him. I don't want to lie to him, but I think it would be better if he thought it was a hallucination. I mean, I told him I loved him ...Jeez.
Now if he thinks I'm in love with him, since he’s gay, he's gotta think I'm gay! Right? I can't deny I'm attracted to him. I mean, SHIT, from the first minute I saw him!! But can I be attracted to him and even admit I love him, whatever that means, and still not be gay? Which I'm not!
It’s an interesting question, isn’t it? I'm gonna have to do some research on it when I get a chance.
What I do know is I can't let myself be gay. I've explained it to you before. Carefully. In detail! ...I hope you were paying attention!
I am in complete control of me.
I always have been and I always will be.
It’s who I am. It’s how I live.
You can forget about saying some things are destined to happen to me. I can't live like that, and I won't. I'm smart. I'm too smart to live out of control.
I'm a little concerned about my visit tomorrow. Twoey can't talk. If I don't talk he can't probe me about our meetings while he was under the drug. I can't let him write either, or he'll ask questions. I don't know how I can stop him from writing, but I've gotta try. Even if I can't, I'll hafta be careful how I word my answers. Can I maybe talk about other stuff so much he'll forget the question he wrote?
No ...stupid! He'll have it right there on the pad in front of him! Well, he can't ask complex questions on his little pad anyway. Maybe he’s too fragile to even think clearly. I really don’t know what shape he’s in. I mean, he was nearly dead a couple weeks ago. Maybe he won’t even recognize me ...yeah sure!
I know! I'll meditate in the morning and come up with a better plan. This conversation has to be only about his schoolwork and his healing. I can't ever be tripped into his having been shot! Ginny told me he can't remember anything about that day and doesn't know the cause of his injury or even what it is.
But then, I realized, this could be trouble! He might think he can use me in us-against-them to get the info from me. I'm gonna have to cover a lot of territory without leaking anything. And when he does get his memory back, he can never ever know I know exactly what happened that night. NOT. EVER.
Crap. I better probably think about this a little more.
Before I showered and got ready for my triple header date, I received a surprise phone call from Grampa. It’s not too unusual to talk to Grampa, but it’s always ME doing the calling. Shamefully to say, I'm usually asking for more money.
This time HE called and asked how I was doing. At first, I thought he was using a figure of speech, part of the greeting. It soon became clear he wanted to know how I was DOING. Like my mental condition! He explained he had heard about the accident and my friend Danny’s death. He understood how difficult it was for me. He told me to never forget he loves me. Then he said the strangest thing.
“David my boy, if you ever think things are becoming too much for you up there, call me. We can talk and, if it’s really too much, I’ll fly you down here. Don’t ever forget your Grampa is here for you all the time!”
After the call, I started thinking. Of course! Someone told him about the psychologist. He never talks to Tommy’s mother (him either ...hehe), so it had to be my father, his son, who told him.
You know what? They were preparing him. Shit! They were preparing him for sending me away to an institution, or worse, maybe some program Enos Johnson has his slippery fingers in.
Grampa’s smart too. He’s way too smart for them! He was telling me in code that I can escape to the City and he’ll protect me from them. I already loved my Grampa as much as I possibly could, but now I love him more. I immediately Googled and printed bus and plane schedules to get me to New York. I might need those schedules in a flash, if I have to flee for my life. I feel safer already! I like to be prepared.
Speaking of preparation, it was time to get ready for my date.
I picked up Kathy at about 6. We walked over to Kory's and being the first ones there, we got the booth. As we were about to sit down, in walked Lanni and Deena. When they came over, I gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I made sure to whisper, “Hey Deena ...I'm sooo glad you could come tonight.”
A little politicking can never hurt when it comes to Deena!
Lanni and Deena had their usual burger and fries. Kathy ordered a chicken sandwich and fries. I ordered a chicken sandwich with a bowl of soup. While we were waiting, I brought them up to date on Twoey's condition and told them he’d be out of ICU by Tomorrow, and his mother was going to let me go and spend the entire day with him. I got Lanni's number and promised to text her while I was there. She could virtually talk to him, with me as the intermediary.
“Be sure you don't say anything to embarrass me!” I joked. Everybody laughed.
When our meals came, Deena was watching me carefully. I said, “Hey look, I'm eating the roll too ...see!”
She laughed but said, “You don't eat enough! How can you run? And run so well? You beat everybody on varsity, but one. And it was your first race!” Lanni bobbed her head in agreement. Kathy seemed uninterested. I can’t believe Deena pays attention to XCountry results!
I said, “You two are ganging up on me? Not fair!”
The whole evening was like that. They were picking on me in a light, joking way and I was crying conspiracy. It was a fun night, including the movies. I think Deena is starting to accept me as a human being. I’m elated. With the other girls present, there was no intimate contact with the girl I’m allegedly going with.
Anyway, she got in some kisses when I walked her home. I tried to make them meaningful.
Honestly, I tried.
I failed, but I tried.
Returning home at about 11:00, Tommy was waiting for me. He said, “Mrs. Messer called. She’s pickin’ you up at 10:30 tomorrow. Sooo ...How ya gonna get outta church?”
“Don't worry Tommy, I have a plan.”
Twoey
At about 4:30 AM I woke up having to take a dump. I rolled into the bathroom and had a 'soft' dump. But it was a dump. It means I can blow this dump ...hehe. I thought I might not flush, you know, to prove it. Thank goodness a nurse came into my room and asked if I was OK. She was very happy I was in the bathroom. I flushed and, when I rolled out, indicated 2 fingers for #2. I felt like a little 5 year old, but anything to get me outta here.
The rest of the morning involved visits from doctors, nurses and technicians. My head brace was replaced with something looking like ace bandages and a plastic frame. But it keeps my head at the right angle no matter if I'm lying down or sitting up and even allows me to turn by shoulders, which the old frame wouldn't. I'll only have to wear it for about two weeks, they say. They even expect me to go home in two weeks, if everything continues to heal the way it's going. I should be able to speak by then, but they said it would hurt if I overdid it.
Mom was here most of the day. I wrote: “phone” on my pad.
“You can't have it yet.”
I wrote: “why”
“You have to trust me, it’s better this way.”
I started to write: “laptop”
“No electronic devices. Period.”
She put me in a frowny mood. I mean, why not? It doesn't make sense. I can't think of a single reason. It's like she's keeping me in prison, allowing no contact with my friends.
But she instantly lifted all my angst by telling me David was going to arrive with her tomorrow morning and spend the whole day with me! My frown turned into a big broad smile. Soon some nurses came in and began the room move.
Within about half an hour I was in a private room with my own TV! They brought in my supper, which was soup containing small pasta and some pureed vegetables too. My food was starting to harden up. I was sure everything else would too, especially if David was going to be with me all day! ...Haha. Seriously though, I haven’t had a boner since I’ve been in here.
I wonder if it’s the drugs they pump into me.
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