I have somehow decided to adopt that quote, and it has come in very handy over the years, as a reminder that the real emergency is not here yet. When life has handed me lemons, and some have been giant economy sized, I do not necessarily make lemonade. When lying in a hospital bed hooked up to antibiotics and a morphine pump because something or other went wrong during kidney surgery, I had no desire for lemonade.
I did have, however, the reminder in my head that "this was only a test," which is immediately followed by a steely resolve to do well on this one. Maybe not an "A", as I will admit to being inordinately fond of the morphine. Of course then the nurses informed me I was only using the pump, pushing the button, about a third as much as I was allowed to. I guess that deserves some extra credit.
When informed that the numbness accompanied by fire in my legs was the result of nerve damage, probably caused by a physician giving me way too much of a required thyroid medication, and that it was not going to improve, lemonade might have been nice, but it was not a total solution. Again, "this is just a test" reminded me that there could have been far worse outcomes, and that I had two options:
1. Bitch and moan all the time about how life and that damned doctor had done me wrong, bringing everyone I know down into the dumps with me.
2. Go ahead and be alive and mostly well, accepting that a few things I love, like long walks and the steps to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, were no longer in my repertoire. Actually, I could probably go down the steps as long as I had something or someone to hold on to. I can now do the steps in front of my house, up and down, with no hand-hold and a bag of groceries on each arm - progress!
I firmly believe that option #1would have been far too easy to fall into. I have been pretty healthy for most of my life, and the last few years have been surprising and challenging. I do not, however, believe that it is any good for my body or soul to spend my waking time making everyone else miserable.
Option #2, to me, means I have passed the test. It took a long time and a lot of work, but I can somehow compartmentalize my numerous ills and put them aside for further consideration. I'm not ignoring anything, as self-care has to come before care for anyone else (remember in an airplane that you have to put on the oxygen mask first!), but the "just a test" reminders put things into perspective, and allow me to put them aside until I reach a moment where I just want to feel sorry for myself. Those moments usually don't last more than fifteen minutes or so, and they serve me well. I come out of them feeling much better. Hey, I'm entitled to just a little but of "poor me," aren't I?
Anyway, as the list of later-in-life roadblocks piles up, and I stare down in the morning at my trusty case of pills for this and that, carefully arranged so I don't forget anything, I have thankfully reached a point where I can shake my head and laugh. Whatever shows up next, and I am certain there will be something, I can journey into my head and remind my self that this, too, is only a test.
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