Pretha explained that her mom had done better on her medication. It was the irritability that isolated her. That and the boredom.
It’s just boring, her daughter said. It’s boring because there’s just so little there before she falls into her fray. The venere is so thin. It’s just boring.
Pretha’s mom who had taken her medication didn’t see what it was doing for her. Every day it had hurt her a little, knowing what she knew. She was better now that she had given it over to God. Her life without medication was a testimony to the power of God. She had not been faithful taking medication.
What do you think, doctor? How am I doing? Aren’t I doing well?
Pretha’s mom was difficult to maintain eye contact with. I wanted to please her. That’s not easy for a physician. At least for me. It was more uncomfortable because my thoughts had already skated down the path of what if’s. Whatever I said, Pretha’s mom wasn’t going to get back on her meds.
Where’s the self-care in this? Pretha? Mom? Physician? You, reader? Do you identify with any of us?
Pretha and I have similar jobs. Keep what is about Me, right there. Be present with ourselves first and subsequent to that more able to be present with Pretha’s mom.
Pretha’s mom has her job of sifting through her distortions, using her same organ that is diseased to understand her disease. Pretha’s mom’s job is large.
What is your self-care job reader? Please tell us your story.