Yesterday, I had such a horrible ear ache at work that I could barely walk in a straight line! It was interfering so much with my balance that I was just unable to perform the tasks that I needed in my workday. I tried desperately to make it through the day but the longer I waited, the worse it got. I waited so long that by the time I asked to go home early, I had to ask Josh to come pick me up because I couldn’t even drive. I fell asleep in the car in the parking lot waiting for him and my mother to come and get me and take my car back.
I always feel so helpless when I have to do things I like that. I found myself in the nurse’s office calling home from the little phone in there. Whenever I feel sick I feel so vulnerable like a small child. Why is that? Working in a school and sitting in a nurse’s office around other children probably didn’t help much either.
I hate feeling vulnerable. I am the type of person who always needs to feel like I’m in control of everything and when I am sick I just don’t feel that way. I know a lot of people who enjoy the time off and like that people cater to them when they are ill (though obviously they don’t enjoy being sick).
When was the last time you felt vulnerable? What are your thoughts about feeling that way?
While I was sitting on hall duty a few afternoons ago, along came two seventh grade girls with a large piece of construction paper each. On top of the construction paper were cut out paper letters a few inches high. They were on a mission down the long hallway to hang up the letters for their art teacher.
As they wandered along, they had one small problem: the paper letters kept flying out of their arms onto the floor as they walked down the hallway. They bent over to pick them up, giggling at me as they passed. “Silly papers keep dropping!” they said.
“I have an idea girls,” I offered. “Instead of trying to balance the letters on top of that paper, why don’t you put one hand on the bottom of your paper as you walk and the other hand on the top of your letters so they don’t fly off?”
They gasped. They told me that I was smart and that was probably why I was a teacher.