Sorry for the lack of a post yesterday friends… I’ve had a hard time locating my keyboard over my huge, swollen lip (not that that is an excuse for the other three PGL writers or anything, cough cough). Yep, I celebrated Fat Tuesday with a fat lip. Not to mention my miserable Monday: I woke up at 1:48am Monday morning with my first food poisoning experience and spent the next 18 hours… well, you know.
By Tuesday morning I was well enough to stumble over to work but by 11 a.m. as I was tumbling down a flight of stairs on my way to a busted lip and a crooked tooth I was wishing I had stayed at home another day. After spending the rest of my afternoon in the back of three cabs running all over the city from dentist to oral surgeon to pharmacy I was finally headed home with a few stitches, band aids everywhere and 800MG pain killers.
Needless to say, I was/am terrified of what the rest of the week has planned for me but one thought that’s been prominent in my mind through all of this: it could be so much worse. So maybe I look like I got punched in the mouth by the herpes virus, but the stitches will eventually dissolve and my lip will heal. And maybe my tooth is a little crooked but that’s why God made oral surgeons… it could have easily fallen out or completely chipped off. It really could have been so much worse.
Not only could my injuries have been worse, my life in general could really be so much worse. I have a job, I have money (or should I say, clothes I’ve bought with my money), and most importantly, I have friends, family and a dog who love me and who I’ve seen reach out and be there for me in the last couple days by encouraging me and telling me I don’t look completely hideous. And even though I know they’re big, smelly liars for that last part (except my dad who honestly said, “that is NOT your best look”), it’s the thought and the effort they’ve each put in to make me feel better that means the most.
Even my coworkers have blown me out of the water with their kindness this week. The sales team stopped by my office first thing Wednesday morning to check on me and give me a card. Then there’s the countless “hope you’re feeling better” emails and “how are you doing?” phone calls and the funny guy who put a “handicapped” sign on my office door.
There’s still two days left in this week and though my week started out a bit (understatement) tumultuous, I’ve already been overwhelmed with the genuine kindness of the people around me. So THANK YOU to those of you who have made my week even the slightest bit better by calling to check on me or making me soup or just giving me a hug. You have blown me away and made my life so much better and I hope someday I have the opportunity to do the same.