Moving Power: Adrenaline.

It is true that when you are unwell you try to find remedies in all you can grab to make you feel a tiny bit better.

For me it is a combination of things: I love to rant, especially about politic, it has the power to make me stand up, shout for a bit, and write maybe badly and argue.

In the mix, I am frustrated because I can't move properly. So I like swearing against a wall which I bashed into knowing that I will get another bruise. I can cope with that so I am just releasing the pressure like a pressure cooker or like a French Sailor... For F'ck sex crying out loud! (the sex is not a spelling mistake it is just being French). Swearing does help to let the steam out but I rather let it go when I am alone. No offence...

Now there is power in 'Adrenaline', I can almost walk when I am angry with something, or when I am scared that an animal in my garden can be eaten or hurt. Then magic happens, the legs function again, badly but fast enough to resolve the situation that is troubling me greatly...The last time it did happen I did fall flat on the decking, but the bird was released by the fox and did fly into the sky. Injured but alive. The vixen, now dubbed Roxanne made her den in our garden and we feed her with dog food and dry food. During my big bad fall, she went to sniff me, that is all. She didn't bite. We now have three cubs from her and we feed them regurlarly. Our birds are left alone and alive. Living together in peace?

Well seeing nature makes me find some peace in my physical struggle.