Bandaging, in general, while being out and about, in the summer heat or otherwise, sucks… Don’t get me wrong, this post is not meant to be something like “bandaging is awesome” it’s the most cutting-edge treatment protocol for this condition I’ve ever experienced! That’s not what I’m saying. What I am saying is: holy cow this bandaging stint is way easier for me to stomach than when I first bandaged by leg regularly back in December/January.
Perhaps I was trying too hard to cover up my bandaging in the winter (with pants I hated no less). Or perhaps I was still trying to process the condition that I had while simultaneously willing it to go away. Or perhaps I’m just more comfortable with myself and how I look now than I was before.
Whichever it is, however I’m carrying myself differently, whatever I’m covering my bandaging with, people are saying “great cast!” vs. “what’s up with your leg?” and I don’t mind the commentary one bit.
Chin-up. Head-high. Keep moving.
On the flipside of that statement, and because I recognize that it’s been about a month since my three-part series on resilience building, I’d like to pat myself on the back for the fantastic job I’ve been doing on recognizing and overcoming the feeling of pervasiveness.
Remember, I started my new job in late May. When my company hired me they obviously thought that I was capable (enough) to take on the job responsibilities. I argued with them a bit since I didn’t feel super qualified (I had my reasons!), but they saw something in me that I may not have seen…
There were two ways that my first month could have gone down:
Option A: Harp on my leg issues to anyone who will listen. Complain. Make a big deal out of my condition. Fail to build meaningful and professional relationships. And ultimately not get the job done… Right? My leg affects everything… even the new job that has nothing to do with it.
Option B: Get sh*t done. My leg will get me to work, around the office, and from work. The rest of my responsibilities solely depend on my ability to make good connections with others in the office, keep my mind sharp, and my spirits high. In short, my ability to crush it.
Let’s just say I’m squarely falling into “Option B.” (pun intended.)