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I Can Do It Myself!

January 27, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Sooo serious.

I’m talking about the physical therapist. I think he left his smile muscles at home.

“Bend your neck this way. Turn your head that way. Is that the best you can do?”

Uhhh …yeah! I AM 61 years old today, you know.

“Do it again.”

He gets his angle-measuring thingie out. Writes down some numbers.

I sit there cracking my gum, thinking about my Biggby birthday coupon and wondering what I’ll “spend” it on and whether I’ll buy a chocolate chip scone to go with it.

“Point to the exact spot where it hurts.”

There is none. It just aches all over. Sometimes maybe right here. 

“Does it hurt more when I press here? Or here?”

It’s kind of like trying to tell the eye doctor if this (click, click) or this (click, click) is most clear.

Okay, it hurts there. Kinda. Not really.

Can I go now?

“What is your pain level at its least? What is it at its most? What exacerbates or relieves the pain? What is your pain level right now?”

Ackkkk!

“Your insurance allows 60 visits. You might need to pay 10%. We’ll start with 3 visits a week.”

Start with?

“Yes, for 30 minutes each, for 4 weeks. Then we’ll reevaluate. Here are some exercises to start at home.”

Please, just smile.

I head out to the counter and struggle through trying to set up a series of appointments.

I look at the exercises. Easy. Yep. I remember all those from last time. And if I’d been faithful in the easy things . . .

So in some sense, I deserve this discomfort. A consequence of disobedience to directions.

I head straight to Biggby where they smile. I still can’t make up my mind and tell the barista to choose for me. I end up with a skinny mocha raspberry. Yum! I bypass the scone since I already had two in the past week.

Sometimes I have a problem with self-discipline. Not today.

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I cancelled my appointments. I can’t justify the time and money spent to have someone do for me what I can and should do for myself. I can’t justify spending money to relieve discomfort when the same money could save a life–like helping send a PT to Haiti, or providing relief packs for at least 10 families for a week through Compassion International, or investing in a passport and updating my own immunizations in the event I can provide hands-on relief.

Sometimes I have a problem with stubbornness.

But I can do it myself. 

And I still refuse to fall apart.

Have you suffered any consequences due to stubbornness or lack of  self-discipline? 

” . . . he who does not use his endeavors to heal himself is brother to him who commits suicide.” Proverbs 18:9b (Amplified–from Septuagint)

Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King

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  1. ~~Melinda Y.~~ says

    January 28, 2010 at 12:25 am

    I had difficulty reading this. Envisioning someone inflicting pain on you, especially on your Birthday, just didn't sit well with me.
    I hope & pray you are successfull in your ability to overcome this pain through routine exercises you can do in a more comfortable setting.
    P.S. I hav a problem w/ stubbornness too.(My parents were stubborn so I come by it naturally..)

    Praying for you my sweet friend,
    Melinda

  2. Sandra Heska King says

    January 28, 2010 at 10:41 am

    Oh, it wasn't so bad. Not bad at all. And I'm much better already. Amazing what a little bit of whining and a lot of determination can do.

    Always love prayers!

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