Topsy-TurvyTopsy-Turvy Sens dessus dessous

In Japanese, the characters of Topsy-Turvy mean to move and to fall. In fact, it was the reverse. I fell, and I moved. That was what happened in reality.

On 18th December last year, having finished all my work, I fell in the snow.

It was the day I went to the school to receive my children's report cards. The weather was clear after the snow. I also felt fine, having finished all my work.
Looking at the blue sky, I started getting ready to go. I thought of wearing my special boots, which I bought at the Courchevel seminar in summer at almost a quarter of the regular price.
They were chic and warm with fur. I coordinated my skirt and all the other things, which was very unusual for me. It was also unusual for me to propose to walk all the way, which would take 30 minutes, because the weather was so fine, although the road was slippery with snow, and my daughter suggested that I take the bus. I slipped almost once every three steps. My daughter worried and said, "It's dangerous, hold on to me.", and I answered that I was all right. Wasn't it hard to tell which was the daughter or which was the parent?

We walked about 20 minutes, and saw an increasing number of parents. At senior high school level, I don't know that many of the students or my daughter's friends. I was about to turn to look when my daughter was explaining about each of her friends..

I fell over badly.

At that moment, I did not know what happened.
There is a saying when one is falling from the top of a building, he sees his entire life within a moment. What I felt was something like this. I felt like I was watching a movie within a fraction of a second, then I saw the blue sky.

I realized that I had fallen, on the back of my head.

Then, I tried to get up, but I didn't know how to do it. I heard that I frowned with pain. A neighboring mother asked me, "Are you all right? Shall I take you home?" I replied I was all right. I thought I should get up and get out of there.at once.
It might have been only a matter of a few minutes. I groaned and got up somehow, stood up and started walking. My daughter took it seriously, and kept ringing to find someone to take me home.
Let's go back to the main street. "Can you come, Papa?""Papa says he can't come because the road is too slippery to drive.""Papa, come here anyway!" she shouted.

All the roads were frozen after the previous day's snow, and people were caught in panic everywhere. Michiko held me and gave me Yuki(hand treatment) frantically. I can't forget the nice feeling on my forehead from Michiko's Yuki, like a breeze. I felt the shock go through from the left side of the back of my head to the right side of my forehead. At last I felt relieved and started breathing normally.

Finally my husband arrived, and immediately realized how serious the situation as he saw my extremely pale face. He tried to make a lot of jokes as he drove slowly, and Michiko stopped his silly behavior, saying "Papa, shut up!". In the car, she was calling Japan. I thought I heard Japanese. Michiko was asking my sister to get the instructions from her husband, Mr. Kaneko, who is a Seitai healer.

Michiko's actions after that were impressive. I thought it was so good to have brought them up by the Noguchi Seitai method. She brought me home, let me change, put me to bed and closed the all curtains. She told me, "Mama, no lights for four days!"

She gave me Yuki First the eighth dorsal vertebra, then the top of the head and the coccyx.

When I was settled down, I realized the seriousness of the event, though I breathed as usual and felt no pain. I happened to remember "the pulse and the breath". I had experienced several instances where my children had fallen on their heads. The most recent event was when my son fell in front of me, when I was trying to take his photos.That was last year in Courchevel, in the French Alps. He fell from something like a trampoline, higher than he, on to the concrete. I only realized that he fell on his shoulder, and he threw up immediately. I held him and climbed the mountain to a hotel. There was only me, and I was desperate.

I have experienced other people's cases..What about me? My only experience was that I fell from the horizontal bar on purpose to see what would happen, when I was in 3rd year of elementary school. I hit my coccyx hard, and I could not utter a word. I did it on my own in the dusk, and I had a hard time hiding it from my family.

I checked my pulse immediately. It wasn't too fast, around 60. It was not too slow, either.
It is said that if one's pulse falls, and his stomach becomes concave like the bottom of a ship, then he is in danger. This piece of information came to me correctly, as if I had opened a drawer, even after I had hit my head. When I fell, I sweated heavily on the head and the neck, which was something like a cold sweat, though it was a cold day. I remember that I wiped my sweat so as not to get cold. I also remember that I felt slightly sick, but endured it because a lot of people were looking at us.
When my eighth dorsal vertebra was treated, I felt that my excitement was calming down. The top of the head is linked to the coccyx.

We called my son home. He had gone out to receive his report card with his friends. He also tried frantically to give me Yuki. His Yuki to the center of my backbone worked very well.

My children looked at the situation for a while, and went out to get their report cards. The news that Samon and Michiko's mother fell spread to the whole school.
I put myself in a dark room as if I were a wounded animal, disregarding various comments like "Have you been to a hospital?"" It can be dangerous, if you don't have an EEG".

"It is just like cathing cold!"

I put my hand on my stomach. Round and round. The only thing I could do was let the time pass. No appetite for music, or books.

The time was just going. I didn't feel it was long. I just slept.

On the following day, there was Papa's concert. He would conduct Mass in B minor by Bach. I asked my friend to take our children, though I wanted to go. I was staying in the dark day and night, and the time was all mixed up. I felt my brain worked well. I thought it was too early for my PC, but books were OK. I started reading, and I couldn't stop. I read the four volumes of "The Man of Fate" by Toyoko Yamazaki within four days.
It was abnormal. I shouldn't have used my eyesight so much.

Mr. Kaneko, my brother-in-law, gave instructions every day. My children tried. I researched my condition myself.

I listened to CDs. I wondered which ones to listen to, and got tired and started feeling anxious. When I felt anxious, I thought "I might be dying in this way", and then thought "If that's the case, I will accept it, but until this happens what shall I do?"

As a realistic problem, "If I can't move my fingers, what shall I do?"

In those days, I remembered that I had been given the Rakugo CDs of Katsura Sanshi more than ten years ago, with a comment, "This is funny". I had not listened to it since. I thought that his hoarse voice must be unpleasant.
I tried it.
"Good!"
Golf(Korufu), the Meiji Restoration, the dawn of Japan, and the tale of Mozart. I laughed in the dark alone. Everybody thought that I had gone mad. They were good to lift my mood when I was depressed.

After four days, and after a week, was I OK?

The time was now Christmas in the world.
I participated in Christmas for a while. The time went very slowly, and I thought it might be good to leave everything to someone else. But, I got tired quickly.
Ten days had passed. I thought I had recovered well, but I felt dizzy when I tried to stand up. Until then, I had never felt dizzy, though I had experienced motion sickness.
I was embarrassed. Cautiously, and slowly, I tried to stand up.

There were three more days before the New Year.

There is Osteopathy like Noguchi Seitai. I bumped into the person who knew an Osteopathy doctor, or rather I saw that person and remembered it. I called the doctor immediately and went to see him. He was an old man near seventy. He instructed me to take various postures, saying "Stand up, raise your arms, and take a breath.", and checked. It was just like being on the weight distribution meter.
He raised his hand and touched my backbone, and my waist.

"You are OK. Your nerves have gotten a bit too sensitive. This will disappear within 24 hours. If not, I will see you on the day after tomorrow."

I felt so relieved, because I had felt as if I were fighting on my own.
I even went shopping with Michko afterwards.

The new year came after this fuss. I held a party, inviting my students. I must have been out of my mind, as I really should have refrained from it. Was I upset? Watching fireworks, which started at midnight, I opened the Champagne bottles.

On 5th January, I flew to Japan. Well then, my dizziness was perfectly cured. I was all right when I was in the unusually long queue for the security check, and thought, "It will be difficult if I feel dizzy here and now!"

In Japan, I asked Mr Kaneko to treat me. Well, I had a practice for the quartet before then.

In reality, it was very serious.
Mr. Kaneko told me, "There was a good change which compensated for the damage." The parts which could not relaxed in the usual stage, had been relaxed thanks to the shock I experienced.
This happened before. Five years ago, I fell when I was trying the straight descent, which I could not manage, while skiing. I strained a ligament, as my right thumb was caught in the circle of the ski pole. I somehow overcame the difficulty by receiving treatment and learning to use my body differently. After few months, a lump appeared as if I had given birth, which meant that my seventh thoracic vertebra had became relaxed.

This time, I was pleased as if I had been given a reward, when I was told, "There is a big minus, but you get something very good to compensate for it."

Having said that, I still felt weak, as I tended to get tired easily.

I had a recital at Bunkakaikan. This was the first lecture recital. I needed to talk. Well, I wrote the draft when I was in bed after the accident. On the day of the recital, my manager called me many times. It was unusual, because we were supposed to meet within a few hours. Why the hurry, before this important performance? He said," Can you play Beethoven's violin concerto at the NHK regular concert in five days?"

"・・・・・・・・・"

I woke up all of a sudden. NO. I felt my body tense. Beethoven, which I hadn't played for five years! 　With the NHK　symphony ! In 5 days! My manager said "You don't have to do it". He must have felt that it would be far better to prepare cautiously in better conditions for such a heavy piece. I knew all the negative factors. The substitute would be assessed only by the quality of her performance. But, but, but,
I wanted to play.

Topsy-turvy I fell, and I moved.

This was something symbolic for this year. I thought, as I lay in bed, the next year's word would be "move", which is written by a combination of heavy and power. It felt like picking up something heavy, but I thought it suited my feeling best, though I didn't understand why I had chosen this paticular heavy-duty word when I was in bed after the injury.

But this ,I hadn’t dreamt.

You never know what will happen next.

After this, the earth was getting upset, and the volcano in Iceland erupted. The eruption occurred as early as February, but airplanes stopped flying in April, when winds ceased to blow, and volcanic ash reached the stratosphere.
It developed into the situation that we had one more week to our spring holiday, to my pleasure.

There were many acquaintances who could not laugh at my joke, "This is the revenge of Iceland on Europe, which forced the banks in Iceland to go bankrupt last year."

Well, what shall I be doing at this time next year?
I might have written the same thing in my essay about Dutch, but I have forgotten.

If forgetting is means to feel something fresh? There are many drawers in one's brain, and it is sufficient if one can take out something necessary when necessary. And, "the body knows it" is what I have felt in the whole process of this series of events.