Where Gillian realises stuff
Dec. 27th, 2007 09:57 amI walked into my kitchen this morning, having solved one of my neck problems overnight. This doesn't sound very exciting from anyone else's point of view but mine, but it's actually important for more reasons than me hurting less.
Yesterday Kate solved one kitchen problem (all those uncontrollable pots and pans) and today Jennie is starting to solve the matter of the dying fridge and the issue of the almost-dead stove. This meant I suddenly had some weight off my shoulders.
It's really stupid, in a way (at my end, not theirs). I have had cramps during summer for years. Since I was quite little. I dehydrate easily and cramp even more easily. Somehow, last summer, those cramps decided to attack the back of my neck. Every night I would wake up several times feeling that a had had just grabbed me from behind and was squeezing me tighter and tighter. The thing was that I didn't realise it was cramps till the other worries were lifted a bit. Late last night I realised and I treated my neck for cramps rather than for headache. I still woke up, but the clutching hand was less harsh and I got back to sleep quickly and I actually got eight hours sleep by the end of the night. This morning I can turn my head to both left and right with only the faintest of twinges. And no pain relievers. None. Yee-hah!
My immediate thought is that if ever we want to help the chronically ill, we should ask what the friend wants help with and do what needs doing, no matter how mundane it is. Who but me would have known that the disorderly pans spilling out and covering the kitchen bench were causing me such angst? And who but me would have known that I was willing to withdraw superannuation money to deal with my stove and fridge if only someone was willing to drive me round and help me make decisions and do the negotiations? That's the big thing I relearned yesterday. Help has to fit the real need, not the need perceived by the person who doesn't have the problem.
Yesterday Kate solved one kitchen problem (all those uncontrollable pots and pans) and today Jennie is starting to solve the matter of the dying fridge and the issue of the almost-dead stove. This meant I suddenly had some weight off my shoulders.
It's really stupid, in a way (at my end, not theirs). I have had cramps during summer for years. Since I was quite little. I dehydrate easily and cramp even more easily. Somehow, last summer, those cramps decided to attack the back of my neck. Every night I would wake up several times feeling that a had had just grabbed me from behind and was squeezing me tighter and tighter. The thing was that I didn't realise it was cramps till the other worries were lifted a bit. Late last night I realised and I treated my neck for cramps rather than for headache. I still woke up, but the clutching hand was less harsh and I got back to sleep quickly and I actually got eight hours sleep by the end of the night. This morning I can turn my head to both left and right with only the faintest of twinges. And no pain relievers. None. Yee-hah!
My immediate thought is that if ever we want to help the chronically ill, we should ask what the friend wants help with and do what needs doing, no matter how mundane it is. Who but me would have known that the disorderly pans spilling out and covering the kitchen bench were causing me such angst? And who but me would have known that I was willing to withdraw superannuation money to deal with my stove and fridge if only someone was willing to drive me round and help me make decisions and do the negotiations? That's the big thing I relearned yesterday. Help has to fit the real need, not the need perceived by the person who doesn't have the problem.