so my
weird week *(July 22 --) continues and all i can say is that i hope it ended today,
but tomorrow comes and who is to say when a week really is, cause we
made all that ish up...
but being about the business of my coffee, harvesting and readying preparation for batch number two, there were only two consumers on batch number one by the way, i feel the need to say that i am an exclusive supplier ... in all my life. i have never been attacked or bitten by a dog. and today, at the age of ripeness...two ridgebacks out of nowhere, hurled at me at full speed, rabid and raging, and i just stood still. talk about standing ground. i think if a video of the scene was being made it might have been funny cause they were tearing down a hill to the extent that they bounded past me, circled and then barked right up on me, one to the left, one to the right and i am told is a mother and son. and the only thing, I think, made them attack me is that I called out yet again for the owner of them to appear. he says it was my clothing, my oh so inappropriate farming and bush clothing...today it was a flowing skirt, my indian saffron gold yellow skirt with the gold trim, gone now, along with my indian white embroidered green white tunic, both punctured and torn, i did not even know until i was at the health centre...
Ridgebacks. I could not believe what i was hearing. And here it is, I , years and miles away from south africa. but i wonder of the science and mystery of things. I had said i would get a rott or a pit for when i moved fully out to the bush, but here it was, a gift, by way of a bite, a very superficial thing too, looks to me like a scratch, the nurse was like, no that is a puncture, but she was overstating it. but Papa, the man whose dogs it was said it was my clothes that saved me, they grabbed for it not knowing where my limbs and all i could think about is Uncle down in Moruga who told me how women dressed back when he was a child, where you saw not even their ankle, in full long skirts and long sleeved shirts...and that saved me ...that and standing still. if you ever get attacked by dogs. NEVER run. and i learned tonight. Just HuSh. It was wild. I did not even feel adrenaline. Not even after. makes me think i should probably take a swig of whisky and honey if it werent for the antibiotics i started yesterday and then i thought of that too. how convenient, for my body to be filled with antibiotics in preparation for a dog bite? Of/By Ridgebacks in Trinidad? And they have puppies, two, before i left Papa offered me one and I was not even thinking, at the moment, i think i was pondering whether to whimper or tear at the thought of their health, tetanus and other dangers. I was trying to pass it off as just another cut, which i treat with no fanfare whatsoever, never using bandaids or any such applications, just creams, iodine, flavine or whatever. left to me I would have used hydrogen peroxide and some tea tree. but the comments, about how one did not get it treated and his leg turned some kind of bad, and then talk of tetanus shot.
while in the various seats I sat, I thought of the dangerous dogs act. and we never heard mention of ridgebacks did we, and why would the person who was structuring a possible option for the law bill be the one to get attacked. let me tell you this place is funny. who go know where Papa living to go and monitor his dogs, no fence, no lines, what registration, what coverage of insurance. hm.
This batch of coffee is going to be an expensive one. It already is. So I called Makuvire and he told me to go to MtHope Health Centre, and let me tell you. that is better than anything pictured in the mind. in and out in 45 mins, but that is because there was no one there, and still i sat around three times waiting for the next section: one to take my blood pressure and write a slip. one to take my weight and send me lower down the corridor. then the doctor to take notes and records. then a nurse to give me tetanus. and another nurse or asst, to dress the wound. serious. and a clerk to start and close the process..
i was not to get it wet, but hell if they thought i was not going to bathe this body...i feeling the bandage wet, but what is a clean freak to do...
Getting bit by Ridgebacks on a Hill in St. Joseph, up the river from family grounds. My adventures astounds even me.
-----------
Niran Beharry
"In difficult ground, press on; On hemmed-in ground, use subterfuge; In death ground, fight."....time to fight
____________
this post reminds me of earlier tonight, which passes through my mind at moments: how it was I stayed calm, how it was i did not lose my mind. and then i imagine what could have occurred. mangled. murdered. a statistic. i only say one thing; thank god and goddess all my talk of having no fear is real. had i an ounce of fear, those dogs would have eaten me alive. they were ferocious let me tell you.
the rest of the story is that while i stood there and Papa attended to me, and his wife and daughter came out, she meekly asking me if i was all right and i did not even answer cause i recognized the kindness but somehow the words irritated me enough to keep me silent, sweet child.. she ended up offering me a kitten.. there is a litter of four... but while i stood there and got dressings and hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls and we talked, and i held on to him i think at one point, and emotion threatened to wet my eyes when he talked to me of tetanus...the puppy, the progeny of these two rabid creatures, kept coming to my feet, coming close, as if to seek me out, and it was only after he did it a few times that it struck me. go to confront his parents, so i asked Papa to take me to the cage, in the back of the house and one, the son, he kept lunging at the fence of his cagehouse. i wish you could hear the gurgle in his growl bark. Ferocious i tell you. I kept waiting for the one who bit me, but, she, the mother, was tied further back inside, and by this time it was dark and no light in there. but wow. and something too made me think they probably got more mad wondering who is this creature who is neither running to give us chase, Chase*, or screaming holy murder..
but it makes me think.. you cant always fight, and maybe the lesson is you cant fight at all ,, one must just flow with one's demise, the energy bringing it if one is to survive. this is not the first time this lesson has come to me, the first time was when I almost drowned at maracas in 1990 that year comes to me but i am not sure it is accurate, perhaps before then.. but after my brother died and that is the one thing that saved me; thinking in the midst of it all...that if i lose it i will be gone and my family could not take that; not losing another child, even if it was me, and back then, i was not even the black sheep I am now.
when you are in death ground, think twice about fighting. it might be the last penny on the price of your wipe out.
fascinating stories
i need to get a picture of those two animals. and the one that is mine
i now need to think of a great name for him.
but being about the business of my coffee, harvesting and readying preparation for batch number two, there were only two consumers on batch number one by the way, i feel the need to say that i am an exclusive supplier ... in all my life. i have never been attacked or bitten by a dog. and today, at the age of ripeness...two ridgebacks out of nowhere, hurled at me at full speed, rabid and raging, and i just stood still. talk about standing ground. i think if a video of the scene was being made it might have been funny cause they were tearing down a hill to the extent that they bounded past me, circled and then barked right up on me, one to the left, one to the right and i am told is a mother and son. and the only thing, I think, made them attack me is that I called out yet again for the owner of them to appear. he says it was my clothing, my oh so inappropriate farming and bush clothing...today it was a flowing skirt, my indian saffron gold yellow skirt with the gold trim, gone now, along with my indian white embroidered green white tunic, both punctured and torn, i did not even know until i was at the health centre...
Ridgebacks. I could not believe what i was hearing. And here it is, I , years and miles away from south africa. but i wonder of the science and mystery of things. I had said i would get a rott or a pit for when i moved fully out to the bush, but here it was, a gift, by way of a bite, a very superficial thing too, looks to me like a scratch, the nurse was like, no that is a puncture, but she was overstating it. but Papa, the man whose dogs it was said it was my clothes that saved me, they grabbed for it not knowing where my limbs and all i could think about is Uncle down in Moruga who told me how women dressed back when he was a child, where you saw not even their ankle, in full long skirts and long sleeved shirts...and that saved me ...that and standing still. if you ever get attacked by dogs. NEVER run. and i learned tonight. Just HuSh. It was wild. I did not even feel adrenaline. Not even after. makes me think i should probably take a swig of whisky and honey if it werent for the antibiotics i started yesterday and then i thought of that too. how convenient, for my body to be filled with antibiotics in preparation for a dog bite? Of/By Ridgebacks in Trinidad? And they have puppies, two, before i left Papa offered me one and I was not even thinking, at the moment, i think i was pondering whether to whimper or tear at the thought of their health, tetanus and other dangers. I was trying to pass it off as just another cut, which i treat with no fanfare whatsoever, never using bandaids or any such applications, just creams, iodine, flavine or whatever. left to me I would have used hydrogen peroxide and some tea tree. but the comments, about how one did not get it treated and his leg turned some kind of bad, and then talk of tetanus shot.
while in the various seats I sat, I thought of the dangerous dogs act. and we never heard mention of ridgebacks did we, and why would the person who was structuring a possible option for the law bill be the one to get attacked. let me tell you this place is funny. who go know where Papa living to go and monitor his dogs, no fence, no lines, what registration, what coverage of insurance. hm.
This batch of coffee is going to be an expensive one. It already is. So I called Makuvire and he told me to go to MtHope Health Centre, and let me tell you. that is better than anything pictured in the mind. in and out in 45 mins, but that is because there was no one there, and still i sat around three times waiting for the next section: one to take my blood pressure and write a slip. one to take my weight and send me lower down the corridor. then the doctor to take notes and records. then a nurse to give me tetanus. and another nurse or asst, to dress the wound. serious. and a clerk to start and close the process..
i was not to get it wet, but hell if they thought i was not going to bathe this body...i feeling the bandage wet, but what is a clean freak to do...
Getting bit by Ridgebacks on a Hill in St. Joseph, up the river from family grounds. My adventures astounds even me.
-----------
Niran Beharry
"In difficult ground, press on; On hemmed-in ground, use subterfuge; In death ground, fight."....time to fight
____________
this post reminds me of earlier tonight, which passes through my mind at moments: how it was I stayed calm, how it was i did not lose my mind. and then i imagine what could have occurred. mangled. murdered. a statistic. i only say one thing; thank god and goddess all my talk of having no fear is real. had i an ounce of fear, those dogs would have eaten me alive. they were ferocious let me tell you.
the rest of the story is that while i stood there and Papa attended to me, and his wife and daughter came out, she meekly asking me if i was all right and i did not even answer cause i recognized the kindness but somehow the words irritated me enough to keep me silent, sweet child.. she ended up offering me a kitten.. there is a litter of four... but while i stood there and got dressings and hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls and we talked, and i held on to him i think at one point, and emotion threatened to wet my eyes when he talked to me of tetanus...the puppy, the progeny of these two rabid creatures, kept coming to my feet, coming close, as if to seek me out, and it was only after he did it a few times that it struck me. go to confront his parents, so i asked Papa to take me to the cage, in the back of the house and one, the son, he kept lunging at the fence of his cagehouse. i wish you could hear the gurgle in his growl bark. Ferocious i tell you. I kept waiting for the one who bit me, but, she, the mother, was tied further back inside, and by this time it was dark and no light in there. but wow. and something too made me think they probably got more mad wondering who is this creature who is neither running to give us chase, Chase*, or screaming holy murder..
but it makes me think.. you cant always fight, and maybe the lesson is you cant fight at all ,, one must just flow with one's demise, the energy bringing it if one is to survive. this is not the first time this lesson has come to me, the first time was when I almost drowned at maracas in 1990 that year comes to me but i am not sure it is accurate, perhaps before then.. but after my brother died and that is the one thing that saved me; thinking in the midst of it all...that if i lose it i will be gone and my family could not take that; not losing another child, even if it was me, and back then, i was not even the black sheep I am now.
when you are in death ground, think twice about fighting. it might be the last penny on the price of your wipe out.
fascinating stories
i need to get a picture of those two animals. and the one that is mine
i now need to think of a great name for him.
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