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Wednesday, December 24th 2008

12:15 AM

Answers in the Ice

  • Mood: loopy, but good
  • Music: No Soul ~ Say Anything
  • Thoughts: YAY
I remember it so vividly still. I remember the pain, the numbness and the fear. I remember what I thought and what I actually did like I was watching it on a movie reel now.

I went to my rock yesterday. It was kind of spur of the moment. But it felt good going down there. It had been a while since I had visited it too. I tried running the entire way, but seeing as there was almost a foot of snow on the ground, it was a bit tough. I tried though. The snow was pretty, and I guess that can make up for it a bit.

At my rock though, I did something a little stupid, but it was so wonderful at the same time.

I took off my jacket and my gloves. Leaving me in a t-shirt, jeans and boots. Oddly enough, just standing there, I wasn't cold. But I decided to go hiking in my less than prepared state. I really didn't get too far. The first couple times I jumped, and needed to use my hands to keep balanced, it kinda sucked, but I could take it. Then after a while, I realized something was going wrong. I stopped being able to feel my arms up to about my elbows. And I got myself in a place where the snow wasn't letting me climb out oof the way I had come.

Trying to climb anyway, I ended up falling backwards and realizing that I was stuck. Now my situation wasn't that dire really. I was able to think my way out of in very little time, but still.

I was laying in the snow. I could feel the snow melting slowly because of my body heat, and seeping through my shirt and onto my back. My arms were gone up to my biceps in the snow, and it didn't bother me too much because all feeling was gone in those two limbs anyway. Then as I looked at the rock in front of me that I couldn't scale because of the snow, the realization set in that I could actually die like this. That, had I not been in my backyard in a place I was very familiar with, death was a very possible scenario.

I stood up, realizing that the only way I could get back was to go forward. It was getting hard to use my fingers. It felt like a robot's hand. I could open and close all five fingers at once, but I couldn't do anything else with them really. They didn't look like a healthy color either.

But once I had my plan in motion, things started to seem less extreme, and things returned back to normal.

FYI. When blood returns back to your hands after having them frozen. It hurts like a freaking bitch. All the nerves in your fingertips scream at you. It felt like thumbscrews. I ended up putting my hands back into the snow for a little bit to get rid a bit of the circulation.

It was totally worth it. I don't regret doing it.

Anyway. Today today today. Last day of school. The juniors actually beat the seniors. We actually destroyed today in the Pep rally. The sad thing is that we didn't seem to care too much as a whole. I was excited for us. And so were a couple of my friends. But everyone else was too busy talking to really care at all that we actually did good. Oh well I guess.

I also played a bit of Turok today! It made me feel so nostalgic. I remember playing it on the N64. My Dad bought it for himself. And it's kinda funny watching him play. He's not too good at first person shooters. It's also kinda funny that we can talk and connect better if we're playing video games. It's kinda nice.

Kempo was gooood! They played with my phone, which I thought was funny. I trust them with my life, so they're probably the only people I wouldn't get nervous around if they were touching something expensive of mine. Ying and Yang were also there! Which was cool. I miss them. We did some cool stuff. And I also got that arm thing done on me again, where I'm twisted up like a pretzel.

I actually had fun with it this time. And seeing as I knew the lock, I was getting better at moving my spine in a way that the pressure has less of an effect on me. Oh, for those of you that don't really know, I'm actually pretty damn flexible. It's kinda fun actually. And after practicing a bit of fluidity, I'm able to manipulate myself pretty well. I'd probably be a good dancer if I actually put some effort in learning haha.

I don't know. I'm getting tired and delirious.

Out~
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