Friday, December 19, 2014
A Major decision is in front of me. Maybe it’s a decision for just today, for the rest of year, which isn’t long, or perhaps even longer. I try to avoid Nevers and Anymores, but it’s not looking so good.
Sunday I bowled a trio tournament at Firs Bowl, my favorite place to bowl. I had a great time regardless of whether I bowled well or badly. I had the most fun bowling than I have had in a long time. Part of the problem is that my bar I set for myself is so damn high up that I seldom bowl satisfactory scores. Yes, that could deflate the balloon of happiness a little.
I think that bar has been welded up there many years ago. People remind me that I’m not the Sue who lived for bowling. I don’t bowl a hundred games a week. I don’t even practice. But it’s not the bar and my inability to come close to it that will cause me to quit bowling. It’s my back. Many of you know how pitiful my body is. It’s not good to be in my 50s but have the bones of a 70-year-old; not even with the new seventy.
Perhaps because I was having so much fun Sunday, I think I put more into my bowling. Opie, one of my teammates was asking Frances, the other teammate, what was up with Sue? I was bouncing off the walls. Think of Tigger the Tiger, and that’s how I was. We finished in second. It was definitely a team effort. I had some very awful games that makes me shudder to think of them. Every spare scared me silly. I had no faith in myself to even pick up a five pin.
Once my teammates put their hands up in the air when I left a five. Who started this stupid tradition. If I miss the five, I’m supposed to buy everyone who had their hand up a drink. Nobody ever buys. A few weeks ago, I couldn’t even get someone to follow through with their promise of water. I was so thirsty.
Anyway, I threw all sorts of things at my teammates. I hit opie in the head with his rosen bag and he got lost in a white puff. I laughed;they laughed. And I sighed a relief after I picked the spare up.
I had to resort to throwing a backup ball at the right side, especially tens. I tried the regular way once and I picked the ten off of the six. The left side was just missed quite often.
There was a lot of bad bowling going on that day. I laugh when people blame the lanes. It was all on me. If I can’t hit my target or if there’s not a margin for error, I can’t blame the lanes.
So in addition to bowling on challenging lanes where I threw two balls per frame than not, but this meant we bowled more than eight games. I had already resorted to the morphine from the very beginning, but it wasn’t touching the pain. In between the games, the finals that is, I had to keep bowling as I feared what would happen if I stopped. I’d seize up. I probably bowled two games while we waited our turn. It was obvious that i had run out of gas by the last game, but not surprisingly I had my best game, the first two hundred of the day.
By the time I got home Sunday night, I was toast. But isn’t it amazing what adrenalin does?
I had the luxury of having my Family School kiddos Monday. I had been away since the previous Tuesday, and I missed them dearly. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I taught my pe classes. Monday I was teaching them a basic eye-hand drill where they had to throw a bean bag up into the air and then follow it onto the floor and catch it right before it hit the floor. I demonstrated this for five different classes. I also do a lot of squatting so I can get to an eye-eye level with the kiddos. I thought I had been taking it easy on myself, but I was so wrong.
By Monday night, my back was mad at me. Some of the pain in my back could certainly been stress. The behavior for my kids was atrocious. I don’t blame them at all. They had me the previous Monday and Tuesday, bt they had subs the rest of the week. Different people come in with different expectations, different thresholds of tolerance. I even apologized to the kids for putting them through this change, especially with the spectrum kids. I have been with them since the end of October, and I’ve got some routines going on. Consistency is all they need.
So, Tuesday was like a refresher bootcamp course. I brought out the white board. I kept score of their behavior and I trounced them. It was as if they forgot that they can’t talk while someone is talking. They forgot that they need to raise their hands when they want to talk. They even forgot that they have to keep their hands and feet to themselves.
Most of the classes caught on to the point system before Tuesday classes were finished and we did some stretching and exercises. We didn’t play any games. The last class of the day didn’t catch on at all and didn’t even get a chance to do the exercises. But I did the stretches and the exercises with the kids. My back grumbled, but I ignored the request to stop and kept going.
For Wednesday, my focus was on the kids to see if Tuesday’s shakeup changed anything. The first class had no clue that I was thinking about free choice as i hadn’t taken anything out of the closets. When their behavior was so amazing, it didn’t take long for them to trounce on my score. Good news for the kids. Not so good news for my back. On Wednesday, I played basketball. Football catch. volleyball. I didn’t do floor hockey or haul the mats out, but I did enough to make my back scream.
I’ve only been out of commission since Yesterday, so I don’t know if three or four days of restricted movement will open the door to more bowling or if the door stays closed for a while.
I haven’t been this bad for a long time. I can’t walk. Can’t bend. Can’t move without extreme pain. At least time in my green recliner, I can get my back to relax. A hot bath. Ice on my back. And drugs are helping.
I’m supposed to be on the lanes in a little more than two hours; it’s the funnest night of league, but I am starting to realize that there’s no way I can get off the chair, yet alone into my car, to the lanes, hauling thirty pounds of balls, and then actually participating. The pain is taxing my imagination. Drugs aren’t helping.
What i don’t know is whether this means I may be at the end of the road for bowling. How many days of being in extreme pain worth that one day of fun? I guess only time will tell. I am going to take some advice from Jefferson Starship to help me find my way back. Back where i’m not sure.