After
my string of sick days last week, I went back to work on Thursday and
for a flex/half-day on Friday, and have since taken the last three
days off: A full three-day weekend. My phone has been eerily quiet—no
texts, no phone calls, no work crisis that requires my attention.
I’ve done very little but ease back into the weights and fiddle
around with video games and a little poetry journaling. Noe that I’ve
had a little time to catch my breath, I realize that my foundation
has been cracking for a long time. My hospital was still reeling from
the strike in January when COVID-19 hit. I’ve been running non-stop
since the beginning of the year, working almost every weekend, living
on coffee, and, according to Mr. Typist, grinding my teeth like mad
at night. Then there was the professional shock of a few weeks ago
that I now realize sent me into a spiral of grief that I have been
somewhat in denial about. I knew that I was due for a collapse at
some point. Looking back, I’m not surprised that my body was made
vulnerable to an opportunistic virus looking for a place to call
home.
COVID-19
has exposed all kinds of vulnerabilities. On a micro level, It’s
exposed our personal vulnerabilities and on a macro level, it’s
exposed our institutional and national vulnerabilities. I have a
tendency to neglect to take care of myself even in the best of times,
and that was brought home to me in no uncertain terms. The exposure
of that weakness made it clear that I need to eat, I need to do some
mentally calming things, I need to let go of what I can’t control
and I need to, God forbid, “listen to my body,” a phrase I
detest. During this time of high stress, I immediately fell back into
old coping mechanisms. This has given me an opportunity to shore up
the weak points and work on strengthening them. I remember in the
beginning when I first started working with my trainer at the gym, I
would get frustrated to near tears when I would try to do something
new and we would discover yet another weak area—gluts not strong
enough to do a squat, shoulders not strong enough to do an over-head
press, quads to weak to sustain a full lunge—but every time, those
exposures were a gift. Without them, I wouldn’t have had awareness
of the weaknesses and would never have addressed them. Now, I can do
all of those things because I was able to strengthen those frail
areas.
There
is also a gift in such exposures on a macro level. I see the areas of
weakness in my organization, some of which have been addressed very
quickly and efficiently and some of which remain problematic. One of
the things that has come up over and over again at the endless
hospital COVID meetings is amazement at how quickly we’ve been able
to move forward on things such as clinical trials, research, and
virtual visits, that were initially projected to take years to
develop. I also see the areas in which our state and our nation have
succeeded and failed, and where we need to shore up. In all of the
criticism and teeth-gnashing and obsession with the failures, I do
not want us to lose sight of the miraculous things that we have
accomplished as a nation during all of this. Nor do I want us to deny
and ignore our susceptibilities. For good or for bad, the crisis has
shone a brilliant light on all of it, and there is no more hiding.
I’m
going to take this as an opportunity to patch up and reinforce those
areas of my being that make me vulnerable—excessive anxiety over
things I can’t control, lack of proper nutrition, not being
assertive enough about making the new work flow more equitable, and
trying to deny my feelings because I don’t believe that I have the
right to them. I don’t know how well or quickly I will succeed at
“fixing” these things, but I can at least recognize them and try
to mitigate them now.
For
this Memorial Day, enjoy this nice uplifting video throwback by
Jewel. My act of self-care for the day is not caring if you laugh at
me for un-ironically loving Jewel.
3 comments:
You take good care of yourself!
Amen about the exposures. But also: you don't need to fix everything at once. Let yourself mend a bit, and then just take the next thing in hand!
I wish we lived in a gentler world.
Thank you for your kind and wise words, Dale!
You have great self-discipline and determination, Kristen. And your dedication to weight lifting, rigorous exercise and staying in tip-top shape is very admirable. Keep up the good work and please stay safe and healthy!
Patrick
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