For the time being, even though I’m posting, posts will be short, to the point and not frequent: but hopefully, they’ll be poignant posts about my experience as a patient. Please bear with me; I don’t have much in the way of stamina, and there are a lot of typos, too.
Not long ago, my husband made the observation (for the 20th time) that we health professionals make THE WORST PATIENTS and I see it now. When I was working, I was expected to be “Johnny on the spot” and “Ms. Perfect.” So I was. Now, I’m not used to not being able to do much for myself.
Now, the ‘shoe is on the other foot’ and no matter how hard I try, I fall short of the mark I SET FOR MYSELF. I want the best outcome from the surgery, (the surgeon says it might take 18 months to return to 100% function. Why, then, do I expect to achieve that same 100% goal in a month?
Which brings me to my point. Why do I feel I must defy the predictions set forth by the surgeon and physical therapist (who bears a strange resemblance to Atilla the Hun-when it comes to NO PAIN, NO GAIN in my exercise regimen)?
Is there a reason that I feel duty-bound to over-exceed expectations? Is it true that I expect NOTHING but the best from myself, despite several other disabling medical conditions, despite the fact that I’m a perfectionist? Could it be that I have a need to prove to the world that disabled, I still have and exude some superhuman qualities?
Even Atlas would get a bit weak at the knees if that pant-load of expectations were put on ‘his/her’ shoulders! So, to all who feel ‘burdened-out,’ ‘an able man has many burdens; as I am abler than most, I have more than most!’Hits : 250