Learning to Ask For Help
I was raised to be independent. I will tell you oftentimes I am independent to a fault. I hate being a bother. I don't like asking for help. I want to do it on my own.
So I sometimes have to make myself ask for help. Or remind myself of limitations. Or accept limitations.
i'm not there yet, not 100%. Nope. I'll probably fight it to my dying breath. Heck, I can see it in my own mother even in her state of dementia.
So with my recent acceptance of foot and ankle issues (meaning I got tired of hurting and at long last hauled myself to a doctor (podiatrist). Doc put me in a boot for 2 weeks. I talked my way on Wednesday into an ankle brace - mainly because a) I hate answering questions (Oh, what did you do to your foot) and b ) I loathe wearing shoes at home. Ever. And with the boot I had to have the right foot in a shoe. But then a need to be out in the plant - manufacturing environment with lots of equipment and lots of ground to cover and the warehouse and fork trucks and - well you get the idea. And for a change I delegated (which needs a better term here because in this case I didn't move it down I moved it up) to my boss. I asked him to take care of it (I need to do this more often with scrapping requests - he loves getting out there and seeing stuff). He is happily taking care of that right now. And I am at my desk, ankle in a brace and accepting that in this instance i shouldn't be limping all over town with a bum ankle/foot.
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