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18 Weeks of Twoey - 38. Week Six Wednesday October 8, 2014: She Loves Me?
The phantoms truly have invaded me.
“Coach Basuba wants me to time our run each morning and measure the distance. Gary, I have no frickin' idea how to measure the distance, but we run the same route every day so maybe we can figure it out later.”
I timed it, which was the baseline time according to Coach Basuba. I suppose this will improve as I learn those 5 stages techniques. “You know Gary, you'll be learning right along with me. You'll be ready to move up to varsity either later this year or next year for sure!”
“Don’t kid yourself David, it’s gonna be next year.”
During my morning meditation, there was no Twoey, but I hadn't expected him. He's not gonna be pressing that button again. The next time I see him will be at the hospital when they get him out of Intensive Care. Soon, I'm sure.
While I was meditating my thoughts turned to Lanni and then I knew immediately what I was going to do.
On our walk to school, Sam sort of worked his way over to me and then slowed a bit so we were falling behind Gary and Nels. “What’s with you an Matty?” I remembered his glance from lunch yesterday.
“What do you mean? I like Matty.”
Sam goes, “Don't you think it's strange Matty’s all over you? It’s almost like he’s jealous of anybody else talking to you.”
“Jealous?” I scoffed.
“Well, pay a little attention to him.”
What a weird thing to say. Matty’s only interest is getting me on the wrestling team. Once I say a final ‘NO WAY,’ he'll disappear. For Sure!
I’ll sort of miss him though ...for sure.
And why does Sam even care?
Before math, I asked Kathy, “What do you think about us going to the movies Saturday with Lanni and Deena?” (This was what came to me in my meditation this morning.)
Anyway, Kathy got a perplexed look on her face for a few seconds, then agreed. “You're always thinking about other people's feelings! Of course we can. Poor Lanni must be feeling really sad and lonely. That’s why I love you.”
She loves me?? I know we’re sorta going out, but I have never, for even an instant, gotten the feeling she loved me. I’m more like a place holder for her. Wait until someone built like her brother flirts with her. I’ll be dumped in the garbage like yesterday’s lunch. Sorta like Twoey’s father was gonna do to me.
During today’s lunch I made sure every conversation I had with Matty involved someone else too!
Except for Erik. I’m done with Erik.
I sensed Matty trying to steer stuff his way but I wasn’t having any of it. I like Matty, but he doesn’t own me. This wrestling pressure is starting to get on my nerves a little. Why doesn’t get-in-my-space Erik leave this table anyway?
Well, after lunch I intercepted Lanni before her English class and asked. She really lit up and said if Deena could, they would be there. I told her, “Come along even if Deena can't make it!” I kissed her cheek to emphasize my point. She smiled and nodded.
Aw, she's such a sweet girl, and I can’t shake my feelings for her.
I’m sorry, I can’t!
In social we were taking a little quiz when I looked up to find Burch staring at me. It was a stare like, ‘how can I hurt this kid?’ So I stared right back. My stare said, ‘how can I kill this asshole?’ I need to practice some crazy stares at home, but I keep forgetting.
I showed Basuba’s pass to my study hall teacher and explained starting tomorrow I’ll be in the weight room every day. I worked on homework and read some social, maybe for the last time in this room!
Matty got his alone time with me again in PhysEd. When is this wrestling unit ever gonna end? Anyway, things finished early and we had about twenty extra minutes at the end of the period. Instead of going to the locker room, Matty decided to hang with me during the dead time. We sat on the mat and talked. No, he never asked me about joining the wrestling team ...hehe. He had heard about me making varsity. We talked about what it meant, and the extra work I needed to put in.
It then became a pretty deep conversation. I asked some stuff about him and found he lives close to the lake. He suggested I stop in some time to visit. I got his address and we exchanged phone numbers. The guy is starting to grow on me. I like his intensity. He focuses on you when he talks. It makes you feel like you’re the only thing important to him at the moment. It’s quite an interesting trait. I like it a lot. I think I really like Matty. He’d make a great friend. While he doesn’t look anything like him, I sorta receive a Danny-vibe from him. Not a bad thing, in my book.
The neatest thing? He never touched me once the whole twenty minutes.
Coach Basuba runs a strong practice. He put me through some tough paces today. I think he was evaluating my stamina. By the end of practice, every part of my body ached. I could hardly walk home. Gary noticed too.
It happened again!
As soon as I was in the doorway of my room, something didn’t feel right. I looked around, and again I couldn’t discover anything missing or out of place. Actually, I did sense something different. There was a whiff of a scent. It was barely there and then I couldn’t smell it anymore. This is starting to drive me crazy. No ...not that kind of crazy, but you know what I mean.
I decided to mark it on my calendar. If this happens more, maybe I can discover a pattern.
I had a happy deep healing zone meditation today. Derek Jeter showed me how the bullet hole was mending nicely. It’s just a little rosy-pink right now. But the good news is that the spinal area is only a faint rose color and it seems to be in the tissue rather that the bone, where it was concentrated before.
When my screen zoomed back you could hardly see the color in this area when viewing his entire body. And if it’s really Twoey's entire body I’m looking at, a certain part of my body has a slight inferiority complex.
I chose to sit at her dinner table tonight. No one but Tommy talked to me. I was thankful. For that little gift, I’ll have to determine the proper God to offer a sacrifice.
Today's dinner ‘food’ was pork chops cooked in apples. Not a bad idea, but after twelve hours in the crock-pot it was the same as everything else which comes out of that twisted device. Once again, I toasted some goopy bread until it firmed up and made a tasteless pulled pork sandwich. This time she permitted me to eat the entire sandwich. I washed it down with a glass of milk.
On the other hand, Ginny made chicken and biscuits tonight with a light and delicate gravy. Mmmm. I'm definitely gonna be packing on some pounds if I keep eating there! I gave her my regimen list and she went into her office, making a copy. Ginny promised to use it as a guide for the meals she’d teach me to cook. She proceeded to tell me some good news.
“The doctor thinks Michael will be in a regular room by this weekend!” Then Ginny pulled me into the tightest hug, and I could tell she was on the verge of crying when she whispered to me, “Thank you for watching over my son. I know you've saved his life.”
On my way home I thought about what she said, and what a touching statement it was. It almost made me cry. I'm sure I don't deserve any credit ...maybe Jeter.
In her nightly call, Kathy was pleased when I told her about Lanni's reaction to joining us at the movies. Today ended on two high notes. You sure don't get that to happen very often.
At least not to me.
At least not lately.
Twoey
The doctor thinks my neck is healing well, but still won't let me talk and still won't tell me how I injured it! This is frustrating. I should have 'asked' David in that floaty place, but negative thoughts never entered my mind when I was there, and I'm pretty sure I'm done being there. I don't even hold the button anymore ...but it's still on the bed.
They promised I'll be out of this IC unit in a couple of days and into a regular room without being hooked up to all this electronic stuff. It’s something I'm definitely looking forward to. Pretty soon I'll be able to see some of my friends again, the 'gang' for sure. I wonder what Gary, Danny, Nels and Sam have been up to. And Lanni!
Poor Lanni was looking forward to the homecoming dance. Maybe she hates me now! She probably won't even want to come visit.
Danny? I don’t know what to think about Danny. Why do I have this sinking feeling something’s not right with Danny? My brain feels like an old jigsaw puzzle where several pieces have been lost.
Jesus, I wish I could think clearly!
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