Yesterday I was talking about asking for help — more specifically, how I’m able to ask for help now, whereas in the past I would put up many barriers that would block me.
What I failed to mention is this: my life is greatly enhanced NOW, because of my willingness to clear my own fear of rejection (thank goodness — because a whole world opens up once that’s out of the way) and my willingness to ask others to help me.
You know what I didn’t expect though, what continues to surprise me?
How delighted people are to help!
In some cases, I even get the feeling that they LOVE to help, they’ve just been waiting for someone to ask. Or to notice that they have something to give, a skill or talent or willingness to contribute.
Yesterday was my bunion surgery (which, BTW, hurts WAY more than I anticipated. I can’t even imagine what it would be like without any kind of painkillers or energy healing, but I’m definitely glad I have both right now!)
Today I’ll give you an update, and tomorrow I’ll explain the ways I asked for help, and I’ll describe the help I received. Because it will benefit YOU the next time YOU have to go through something that you don’t feel 100% confident (or willing) to face all by your wil’ self.
(As an aside — I do apologize for any typos or grammatical errors in my posts this week. I am sitting up in bed, foot propped, typing on a mini wireless keyboard and my iPad. My darling husband is refusing to bring up my 27″ iMac from my office, because he says “sitting at a desk working on a computer is not resting” and so he reluctantly agreed to let me sit up in bed, and work on a mobile device. Teeheehee. I’m not a laptop fan, so I don’t own one. This is a decent setup for now, easy to put away when I’m ready to sleep for awhile, and yet, (like me) this setup is not without its flaws. Plus there’s the percocet. So, you know, hopefully whatever I’m writing makes sense and if not, then take what resonates and forget the rest!)
The surgery went fantastic. Interestingly enough, for several days beforehand, I was visualizing my doctor saying “It went even better than I expected” and I really couldn’t imagine what that might mean, since it’s a pretty straightforward surgery, but sure enough…
When I come to from the sedation, there’s me saying, “well, Doc, how did we do?” and my doctor saying “better than I expected. The bone is now straight!” and he went on to say something about how many millimeters he was expecting to move it, vs. how many he actually did move it, and I swear the man looked downright giddy about it. My husband got the same report in the waiting room, and he was very excited also, most likely as a result of doc’s elation.
I can’t tell you what it looks like, all I know is it still hurts and my foot is wrapped up like a mummy, with the wound dressing all wrapped into a very tight ACE bandage so that I don’t wiggle or flex or move the newly set bone at all. I am not to touch it or remove the dressing or bandage until I see the doc in his office on Friday.
Would you like to see before and afters, or is that too grotesque? Ah, screw it. The squeamish can click away to disney.com if they like. I’m posting pix on Friday!