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Fatigue opens the door to “woe is me,” which includes being self-absorbed, having fears, and pity parties.
“Self” is the center of your world when you are ill. I live
alone so I was not inflicting “me, me, me” on anyone. But after days and weeks
I was sick of being sick, sick of only thinking about myself.
As a retired nurse, I ‘m used to being the helper and the
fixer. As ill as I have been, I needed help and I could not “fix” myself. It is
hard to ask for help. It is hard not knowing what is wrong nor how to fix it.
Thus, it was a blessing when my neighbor dropped in and
surprised me by bringing supper one night. Since then, when she is going out,
she asks if I want something from McDonalds® or other nearby fast
food restaurants. She picks up my medicine for me. She also calls or comes to
check on me every day or so.
We laugh ‘cause she’s bossy. “Why is your oxygen off?” “You
need to get out of your apartment, Missy.” “Where’s your knitting?” When she is
too bossy, I call her Mom. Still when she asks how I am, I know she cares and I
am honest with her. Her goal for me is to have a girl’s day out with her. Not a
priority for me, but when I am able to go, I will.
BTW, she needs to be needed. So for us, we both benefit. I
thank her frequently as she adds cheerfulness and stability to my days. Moreover,
I do not have to worry about transportation; she is always there for me. If I
cannot fix a meal, she will.
Ironically, this neighbor and I have little in common. Yet
we have grown to love each other as sisters growing old together.
Anticipation of an ill person’s needs, just being present
including knowing when not to talk, and letting them know they are not
forgotten via a card or a phone call- even a voice mail or text… these
encourage and add hope.
Who needs a touch from you today?
Selah… think on this.
Connie
P.S. 7/23/15: Was admitted to the hospital unexpectedly 7/20. Am resting & will return a shortly. My friend (see above) was there for me!
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