When you’re unwell, do you allow others to take care of you, or do you prefer to soldier on alone? What does it take for you to ask for help?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us HELP.
Awkward is what I feel if I have to ask for help from someone other than my husband. If I am offered help I take it, easily.
When I am sick, I would go to the doctor myself, sleep most of the day. Put off the chores and order some food.
What I need help with is taking medicines. I hate taking pills. I keep staring at the pills as if they will disappear if I stare harder and delay taking them till there is nothing else left to do.
It’s worse if there are several pills. I take them one by one then I am full because I had so much water, a good excuse to take some time off from taking more pills 🙂
My happiness is always short lived, I have to take the next pill and I tell myself its will be over soon. Put on some music to make myself happy. As soon as one pill goes down my throat I run as fast as a sick person can to the fridge looking for something to get the taste or smell off my mouth. My fridge is mostly understocked so I resort to sugar. In case you are wondering, it works.
Phew! one small battle is over. Relax till the next one is close.
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