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SPINAL NETWORK NEWS 15<br />
Telling It Like It Is<br />
Teina Boyd’s Column<br />
I cried last night.<br />
Twice.<br />
Once from overwhelming gratitude. Love.<br />
The other from regret. This couldn’t be the end...<br />
Rewind.<br />
Volleyball nationals and its semi-final night. Two of my<br />
best mates are out there playing hard, and I’m SO excited.<br />
Great volley everywhere and I’m surrounded by beautiful<br />
friends.<br />
Literally surrounded.<br />
Flopped over in my wheelchair beside a packed-out<br />
bleacher, I was having a p<strong>res</strong>sure relief.<br />
Toots chatting away in one ear, keeping me updated on<br />
the sco<strong>res</strong> while my eyes were down in action. Leigh<br />
snuggled up on my right arm<strong>res</strong>t. Damo leaning on the<br />
back of my chair - being patient with my little man as he<br />
asks a million questions, Nick standing nearby... where<br />
he’s been for the last two days.<br />
I feel loved.<br />
I can’t tell you how much this all means to me. My friends<br />
treating my chair so mundanely. It’s not a huge white<br />
elephant in the room, or something to avert your eyes<br />
from. It’s just...my chair.<br />
Leigh puts her hand on my back, and Toots asks if I’m<br />
ready to come up. Their love and acceptance of my<br />
disability - it floors me.<br />
Heke ana nga roimata. The tears fall.<br />
How happy can one person be? Is there a limit? If there is<br />
- I’m stretching it.<br />
Toots lifts me back up in my chair as I try to keep my face<br />
down and hide the tears. She sees anyway. Damn it. I<br />
explain. I’m just happy. And grateful. And I love them.<br />
Cue hugs from the girls and one of the guys telling me to<br />
“Shush Man”. It’s enough to make me laugh and get back<br />
into the games.<br />
Fast forward.<br />
Both courts are on the fifth set.<br />
Something’s wrong.<br />
I thought I was just getting excited - short quick breaths.<br />
Sadly, that wasn’t the case. I could feel my heart speeding<br />
up, my lungs getting harder to use (weak things that they<br />
are), my body starting to sweat and a headache creeping<br />
in.<br />
Shit. Autonomic Dysreflexia. My body is trying to warn<br />
Teina Boyd is a regular columnist with the NZST helping others with an SCI.<br />
me something’s seriously wrong.<br />
I need to <strong>low</strong>er my blood p<strong>res</strong>sure. Quick.<br />
“Sharon, we need to leave, now please”.<br />
This last week my volleyball family have done such an<br />
amazing job at welcoming me back, I don’t want to pay<br />
them back by having a heart attack in the middle of the<br />
semi-finals.<br />
Sharon and I get in the van and boost. The hospital is so<br />
far away. Damn it.<br />
“GO Sharon, get me home now, I’ll pay the tickets.”<br />
(Silver lining: Sharon, my carer, is great at ignoring speed<br />
limits)<br />
Home has everything I need to fix this, and quick.<br />
The headache becomes all consuming. There are<br />
moments where I lose my vision, others when I just see<br />
red. The pain is only just bearable. I have to stay ‘with it’, I<br />
have to instruct my carers to tell them how to fix me.<br />
Police lights. Shit. I’m declining fast.<br />
“Sharon, pull over. Get out. Come to me”.<br />
She does.<br />
“Take my binder off please, we need to <strong>low</strong>er my blood<br />
p<strong>res</strong>sure. I’ll talk to him”.<br />
She’s panicking, fumbling with my top. Shit, last thing I<br />
need.<br />
“Deep breaths Sharon, you’re doing awesome”. I try to<br />
smile for her.<br />
He’s there. Yel<strong>low</strong> neon police vest hurts my eyes. I don’t<br />
let him talk.<br />
“Sir. I need you to listen. I don’t have long. I am suffering