June 11, 2014

Take Care... When you're ill, do you allow others to care for you or do you prefer to soldier it alone? What does it take for you to ask for help?

Usually it takes major surgery for me to ask for help. Otherwise I am happy to kind of lay around and do for myself. Why is that? If my loved ones are sick, I care for them, as much as I can. So, what is it about me that won't ask for help? Or accept it? Could it have to do with remembering being younger, like middle school, and being sick and my mom s having to go to work, so I had to take care of myself? Doubtful, because even in that memory, I remember being glad that she was going, I just wanted to sleep...and possibly wake up and watch The Days Of Our Lives. Ha!

I think that it less to do with feeling unworthy than with not wanting to burden those I love. I realize that is pretty much the same thing, but it's not how I see it. More like, I got this cold, I'll take care of myself while I have it.

Now, just this last week I got a tooth pulled, and I let myself be cared for. I was put to bed, I asked for, and got scrambled eggs, way past my bedtime too! I had pudding and over 9,000 pounds of mashed potatoes made for me! All the yummy soft foods!

So, if I can fend for myself, I'll do it, but if I just can't even...I'll ask for help.

Part of the problem I have is reading into people's nonverbal communication, and reading it wrong at that, assuming I am bothering them, still, that makes it harder to ask the next time, my error or not, just the way it is...

All in all, I think that I have gotten better on asking for help, not just when I am sick.
I have to wonder though, who will be there for me, in what capacity?

Thanks for reading
Misty
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Blessed Be

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