Things have a way of happening in my life that make me say hmmmm…Last night my friend Duane aka @PreppyDude and I had a conversation on the phone about friends in need. To us it seemed the normal thing to do to jump in and trying to help a struggling friend. Even if that means hopping on a plane and riding in like the cavalry to the rescue. The idea of @PreppyDude and I being the cavalry makes me laugh…a lot. But the basic sentiment of the conversation was that if a friend needs help, you find a way to be there. You don’t sit back and wait for someone to ask for help.
I understand this because it is REALLY hard for me to ask for help. I’d rather just handle things myself. The friend Duane and I were talking about is the same way..she’s had a tough time, a really hard year..and for things to get to the point that she would share her pain..to me that was a wake up call for those near and dear to her to rally around and give her the support she needed. I did as best I could from a distance..friends do that.
I started feeling sick yesterday..I went to work anyway, and finished my Monday morning reports. By 2:30 I was ready to put my head down on my desk for a nap. I finally surrendered and came home and promptly fell asleep for four hours. I woke up, had some soup, but by 10 I was ready to crash and sleep again. I went to bed expecting to be well by this morning. Not so much.
I made it through the shower and it was clear that the only place for me today was in bed resting. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be handled by a team mate, or put off for another day. I crawled back in bed and woke up at noon. I wandered to the computer and posted: