On January 18 I turned 55.
What did I get for my birthday?
I got…
An off leash dog
A missed curb
A wipeout
A drive to the ER
1/2 a narco(my choice)
A hematoma block
A closed reduction
A splint
An appointment with an orthopedic doctor
An appointment for a minor surgery
A covid test
An ekg
A full blood panel
Anesthesia
K wires
Another splint
More narco(which I chose not to take)
Gummies
The first dose of a Moderna Covid vaccine
Another appointment with an orthopedic doctor
A cast
And I’m not done yet….
I’ve had more medical care in the past few weeks than I have had in years. Do I like it? No. Am I grateful? Yes.
Medical care and taking care of of myself was not seen as a priority during my marriage. Taking care of of my physical and mental health was seen as a selfish and weak expense that we could not afford. When I did visit the doctor, the bill was never paid and I could not go back so I stopped going all together. It was not worth the embarrassment.
But now? Now I’m learning to take care of myself. Im learning that taking care of myself is worth every penny. I’m not self indulgent but I go to the doctor when I need it. I go to regular therapy appointments. I take care of this vessel that holds my heart.
I’m learning… sometimes the hard way… to take care of myself. And it is so worth it.
Peace
#tutulady
#forwardisapace
Kristine Binder 