This is an especially good thing, since Forest passed out cold at 11 last night, and didn't recover until after I had left for work this morning. At Tae Kwon Do club last night, he roundkicked to someone's head, and that person blocked the kick with an elbow. Forest's foot has a big purple half-grapefruit-sized bruise on the top of it now. Right on all those little bones and tendons. His shoe didn't fit over it last night, and I'm sure it hurt like hell. I took him home, forced him to sit down and elevate it, fed him Tylenol and applied an ice pack. The strange thing is that my taking care of him made him sad. He got a little choked up, and when I asked what was wrong, he said he felt bad for making me do these things, and that *he* was usually the one taking care of people, and he doesn't usually let people do the same for him. I reassured him that this was part of my nature, and told him that it wasn't likely to change, and that I frankly thought he ought to get used to it. I also pointed out that I would do the same for any hurt person or creature, and that I care so much for him that it hurts me to see him suffer and stand idly by. I explained that when I was a kid I always loved the story of the lion with a thorn in his paw, and the little mouse who removes it for him. Of course, he loved that story too, but like me, he was always the mouse. We laughed together, and he started to relax a little bit, then while I was icing his foot, he got the most serene expression I have ever seen on anyone's face. I think he was actually being soothed, which was nice. I'm glad he was willing to adjust his way of thinking and let me care for him.
By the time I got the swelling down, he was zonked. So it's a good thing we didn't go to Chicago, because I had been counting on him to drive home! Isn't it strange the negotiations you sometimes have to make when you are starting a relationship with someone?
On a less bizarre note, at club last night I had a really good set of kicks! I'm pretty excited, because Forest is of course my toughest critic, and he actually complimented me on them. I got in several good roundkicks, a few reverse rounds, and some pretty good side kicks. Of course my middle block went all to hell, but I don't care so much about that, it's not nearly as complex as kicking is. We ran all the Palgwe Chun Pubs, (8 strategies of war) and Tae Guks 1 & 2 (those are forms). I may just test at the end of the semester, who knows. Of course, yesterday was a *good* TKD day. Ask me on a *bad* TKD day, and there's no way I'm testing for any of this ever. I hope tonight goes just as well, but I will be pretty tired, so it's hard to say. Today I am working as usual until 5, then at 6 I have to work at the mall job until 9:30, and then club practices until 11. I guarantee I will be wiped out, especially since there really isn't time in there for dinner or rest.
Today I have a lunch meeting, thank heavens, since I am broke until payday. It's nice to be fed, although I hope it's not horribly unhealthy food. I have been eating a lot because I've been working out so much, but this weekend was really a junk food bomb. I made cupcakes with candy toppings for the party, not knowing that my mom was going to give me piles of candy and cookies. I feel just plain gross, and despite the fact that I probably weigh the same as I ever have, I feel roly-poly, blubbery and icky. I have noticed that I also eat a lot of restaurant food when dating, and that is starting to take its toll, too. When I'm out with a guy I hardly know, I don't exactly want to order a spinach salad with lite dressing on the side, and dry toast. Guys think you're a head case if you do that, especially when they have just ordered a New York Strip or something. Yet another reason I should just stop dating new people!
Last night I kicked Leeloo out of the bedroom. I have no idea what got into her, but she woke me up at 1:30 in the morning, then again at 3:34, and I finally threw her out of the bedroom at 4:30. She just kept clawing at my face, as though she was making a bed on it, and purring really loudly. I'm glad she's a happy cuddly kitten, but enough is enough already. I felt bad for evicting her, but damnit, she's a nocturnal creature, and I'm not. Thank heavens my doors are practically soundproof.
