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[sobrique]

Well, if there's one thing I've come to realise over the last 6 weeks, it's this:
I absolutely hate being dependant.

I'm appreciative of those who help me out with day to day stuff. Shopping, moving things up and down stairs, and lifts to places being prime examples.
It's very nice to be brought shopping, or to be driven around town. However, there's a _world_ of difference between someone popping to the shops, and picking some stuff up for you because ... well they were going that way anyway, and having to rely on others for it, because you just can't do it yourself.

I suppose it's pride of a sort. The kind that drove me to make a shopping trip into down, despite the fact that I knew it would be difficult (and it was), because I had to prove to myself that I _could_ do it.
There really is nothing more depressing than feeling useless and helpless.

I remain touched and greatful for all the support that I've had, but I'm still eagerly looking forward to the day that I can walk and drive again. This, I hope will not be too far off. and I shall be asking the doctor this later today.

Comments

[karen2205]

Yep, know that feeling all too well from the time I spent in hospital with appendicitis. I couldn't get myself dressed without help ('cos of the IV line). I couldn't wash myself without help - ended up not washing my hair for about three weeks, because I couldn't do it without help and there was no one free to help me.

Even once I was out of hospital I wasn't supposed to lift anything heavy for six weeks and that was hard, because I pride myself on being able to lift heavy things.

[jorune.livejournal.com]

Pride is a difficult and dangerous part of a psyche. Be careful of your choices when dealing with pride, when it is tied into neurotic wants and needs it can drive you to poor decisions. Humility is a virtue which counteracts pride. Patience too.