"No problem," I thought. "I'll just take some ibuprofen, and it will get better." By Friday, I experienced pain into my head and jaw, down my back and in my arm. Later, my arm went numb.
"No problem," I thought. "I really don't have time for this. It will go away on it's own." I finally submitted to my husband's offer to massage my neck and back.
Saturday was a bit better. I could turn my head in one direction and pretend like there was nothing wrong. Sunday morning I attended Base Chapel without too much difficulty. On the way home I texted my daughter to find out "whassup?"
"I'm just trying to control the pain."
WHAT? What did that mean? I offered to take her to the urgent care clinic.
"No problem," she texted. "I'm fine"
What a legacy I have left for my children. Excuses: just like mom used to make.
I read MamaArcher's blog about legacies this week. What if I replicate myself into a bunch of kids who neglect their own needs? I'd rather let them imitate me in other ways - prayer, trust, generosity, self control. You get the idea.
Today I've set two goals.
- Go to the chiropractor.
- Give my kids something of value to imitate.