The Rant of a Couch-Bound Gal

April 24, 2018

Lately, its been an eye-opening experience for me on how little some people who say they care, think of you – lip service seems to be quite the acquired skill.

I sprained my knee a few weeks ago – and trust me, while I fully realize that it’s hardly a life threatening illness; I  have been annoyingly sidelined, spending 3 weeks just sitting on my couch recuperating in a brace. I’m not supposed to stand or walk so it’s all TV all the time, meshed up with magazines and books. I am literally considering changing my last name to Fieri (thanks to Guy’s Big Bite) and expect the Property Brothers to breeze in and redo my bathroom, laundry room and living room, Lol!

Like I said – nowhere near being a life threatening or serious ill condition…but a damned nuisance of an accident.

What is interesting is how virtually none of my “friends”who know (because I’m not the broadcasting type so many are unaware, and that’s just fine) have called or simply shot out a quick  text to see how I’m doing. I mean – it is only a bad sprain but it sure would brighten my day to get a “Hi, thinking about you” – it need be nothing more but would have given me a little lift, sort of like a modern-day version of the get well card- remember those?  At any rate – I guess that the bottom line is that everyone wants to be thought of.

Now – I did say virtually none because, of course –  there have been those couple of friends who have regularly checked in. They are always the ones who come through in any crisis – no matter how big or small and they also the ones who volunteer for every project that someone might have. One friend calls me a 2-3  times a week for that quick chat that reminds me that I am missed in the day-to-day of life and helps to keep me from going crazy from the boredom.  Another friend (my personal Angel) came by with a meal and bottle of wine – not so much because I/my family needs it desperately – as I do have a 25 year old daughter who is home and fully hands on – but it was so thoughtful to give my daughter the “day off and to simply show me her love and support, making make me feel better – she truly is her own personal brand of chicken-soup.

I am disappointingly surprised at how many people have expected me to still “be there”and  to participate as I normally would, in several activities both socially and professionally (Really ? I can’t stand – people!) . So again, as I said earlier, I am no where near suffering from a serious illness and I’m not in traction or a cast – but it has been physically impossible for me to “do” – I have to recuperate appropriately (I do have my medical orders and, hey, I ain’t gettin’ any younger!).

No flowers , cards or candy needed  but I guess I just kind of expected a bit – just a teeny, tiny bit,of babying and care/support…the  kind I have tried to show others. Boo-hoo…I know, ultimately just being a whiner – bring on the Brie and Camembert!

Then again – I have had a lot of time to truly re-evaluate my own life; how I participate in the day -to -day of friends and neighbors – how I can improve; have I been helpful enough – what more could I be doing for others?  There has also been time to ponder and examine my relationships and I both found and lost respect for some people….not earth shattering realizations but definitely a disappointment in those who tout themselves as such supportive/caring people. It has not only been eye-opening – but also  heart-opening  – especially in those who take the 5 minutes to check in and uplift others.

All of this thinking has reminded me that now that I am pretty much mended enough to jump (ok – “step”) back into regular daily life, I MUST remember to stay diligent and make every effort to keep up my end of the caring circle. As they say, you’ve got to practice what you preach!

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