Its the "Little Things"
Monday evening, just before I was to get in a car with two of my friends to go to dinner and do some grocery shopping, I tripped over Stevie, one of our outdoor dogs, who had run in between my legs. I came crashing down on my right hip and the following days have been spent in recovery. I have been so thankful over this last week for not only the allowance given by those I work with, for me to beg off work as I get better, but also for the constant care shown for my well being. Everything from a "How are you feeling" comment when they see me out, the texts of the same nature, to our resident PT taking time out of her day to help me with hip traction and stretches! My roommate has been amazing, not allowing me to do anything that might possibly hurt me and always being willing to lend a hand. Yesterday, the little thing that brightened my day was two of our Inn Ayi's gushing over not having known I had been injured and offering to take me to the doctor and making me promise to call them should I need anything.
Today's was when one of our sweet interns here agreed to walk with me to the veggie market and convince store just down the street and carry my purchases home.
Walking a bit slower than my usual gate, and leaning on a borrowed cane, I felt very much like a little old lady who needs help to cross the street, enjoying the company of 'the younguns" on her trip to market. But she just sweetly said "No problem at all! This is getting to spend some quality time with you!"
Over the past 12 years since my diagnosis, I have had many episodes similar to this one, each in varying degree of severity. As I have said many times since Monday evening, the fortunate part of this is that it has happened before and I know how to treat it,the unfortunate side to this is I know how to treat it because it has happened before. Each time this happens, I hear the same prayer being said over me by those who are closest to me. "Please allow her to have the wisdom to ask for help when she needs it." {Always said in the most loving way! I am not for a moment saying they are outright calling me prideful,.,,that is my own admission! I am prideful!} To be honest, this is a prayer I say for myself often as well in many other contexts. I wish to be rid of my prideful nature and fake humility that often plagues me.
The good book says that I am to not only give thanks IN all things, but FOR all things. While I will admit that being in so much pain that your skin hurts to the touch is something for which is often hard to give thanks, the lessons it brings about my pride are not so much, which then in turn makes the pain a tad {tad....I won't fake my humility here!} easier to say thank you "Father for this".
That, and little things like someone being willing to
hold your box of milk for the walk home!
#itsthelittlethings.
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