Yesterday, I woke up in despair. The day before, I had tried resting the whole day to see if my facial swelling would go down. By the morning, it was worse. So, I knew it was time to call my doctor, the maxillofacial surgeon who reconstructed the left side of my face after my accident in January.
Being a busy doctor, I thought he would give me an appointment later in the week. So, when he asked me to see him as soon as possible, I knew my situation was dire. As I got ready to go to the doctor's, I asked two friends to join me at the clinic rather than come to my home as they had previously planned. On my way there, another friend phoned to check in on me because I had told them the night before that I was unwell. As we spoke, I got so emotional and started crying as self-pity and gratitude overwhelmed me.
By the time I got to the clinic, I couldn’t hold myself back; I was outright bawling. I could hardly fill in the insurance forms, so the receptionist helped me do it as she got me tissues to wipe my tears. I then went in to see the doctor and amidst tears, explained what my symptoms were. After a physical examination, the doctor prescribed medications and a CT scan to confirm if I had an infection.
When I was going for my CT scan, my two friends joined me. Seeing them gave me such relief as I related to them what I had been through that morning. Somehow, I found humor in my ordeal and we spent the rest of the afternoon laughing our hearts out as we exchanged stories of feeling helpless, lost, and vulnerable. We then went on to talk about our big dreams and aspirations and realized that our yearning for the next moment is exactly what made us feel helpless and lost in the current moment. And with that, we agreed that we should strive to live in and appreciate the present because the present is all we will ever have.
By the late afternoon, my friends were helping me make a video for my WhatsApp channel as we sipped drinks and listened to soothing music at a bistro. The day that began shrouded in gloom, was concluding in laughter and camaraderie, a testament to the transformative power of vulnerability and the healing balm of love and friendship.
In my end-of-day meditation, I reflected on the day's events and was reminded of the profound gift of vulnerability — we must break so that the light can get in to illuminate the path to healing and wholeness.
Thank you, friends of Amollo.
Thank you Teresa for the encouraging words. With your continued support, it share be well indeed.
Thanks for writing, sharing and being vulnerable. All be well. Be blessed.
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