It’s been too long since my last confession blog post but I have a good excuse (hehe don’t we all honey). If you’ve been friends of Aleuro for awhile you prolly noticed that there’s been changes a foot. Change can sometimes be really hard.
A few weeks ago I was struggling to work through some difficulties; a perfect storm so to speak of some family stuff, some friend stuff, some business stuff. I was approaching break point with too many drama’s, in too many directions, when I did something ridiculously stupid. I honestly don’t know how I did it. It’s so ridiculous, it’s hard to type, (big breath) … I stabbed myself in the eye with my own finger – finger nail actually.
Seriously?
Seriously.
Like hard. That made all the stuff building up and closing in on me, even louder in my ears, apparently it’s true your sense of hearing improves when you can’t see! I muddled through the remainder of the afternoon, made my daughter take dictation from me to finish a project that had to be completed that business day (thank you kido!), and went to bed with so much on my mind I hardly slept at all.
The next morning, I woke with such a searing pain in my eye I thought someone was sticking a hot poker in it! All the muscles around my eye starting contracting and then water works were flowing. I couldn’t see at all for the pain. Couldn’t even open the other eye for all the tears. From my bed I called my good friend , Terry Goodman, who is an optometrist and explained the embarrassing situation. He made an appointment to see me that morning. I got some help – I couldn’t even take Lola to the bathroom – I was completely blinded by the pain. Long story short (too late) I had scratched off some of the Epithelial layer and would be out of commission for a few days.
I spent the next couple of days putting goo in my eye every couple hours, taking ibuprofen and sleeping a lot. I didn’t think about all the drama’s that had been so intense and had made me feel so raw because I couldn’t do anything about them. I was caught up in taking care of my eye. I rested.
A few days later I laughed, more than a little, when I shared with my friend that I was almost happy it had happened because before “the incident” I was so overwhelmed I didn’t know how I was going to resolve every little thing. My friend then said to me, “so what you’re saying is all that stuff you were stressing over was still better than a poke in the eye?” “(laughing)… Eh…Yeah, I guess so”. Now that’s a perspective I hadn’t thought of! And it was perfect because I really try to be a pragmatic intelligent optimist, I can usually find potential hidden every where. For me, that was simply perfect.
Some people say timing is everything and I’m not going to disagree but I think perspective is the real key. I clearly needed to change my perspective on my situation and time to rest and regroup made all the difference. Maybe the two are the same? Maybe that’s why I always sing The Time Warp in my head when I hear the word perspective … “it’s just a jump to the left, and then a step to right” (no political sentiment implied).
KTF
-KSL
