For the past few days, I've been nursing a sore shoulder: maybe a 3 on a scale of 10, and more of a nuisance than anything else. Yesterday, my to-do list was longer than a 10-K, and I think I overdid things.
This morning, it frightened me to realize that I couldn't jump out of bed, and instead I gingerly tried to brace myself against the pain. As I walked back down the hall after feeding the dog, my ears began ringing and I found myself getting terribly dizzy and disoriented.
I kept giving myself silent lectures, "Snap out of this! There are people worse off than you. Quit your kvetching. Get on with it. You don't have time for this." The morning wore on, and I kept struggling to get things done, and try different home remedies to get some relief.
However, when I went to Mom and Dad's for Sunday dinner, my Mother took one look at me as I got out of the car, and demanded, "What has happened to you? What's wrong? Why do you tell me everything's fine when it so clearly ISN'T?"
And just like that, my cover is blown, and I revert back to being 5 years old, and trusting that my Mother will make everything better.
And she does.
Be well.
