Stories make us who we are
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Stories make us who we are. Yes, it’s true. They certainly do. But, we must realize we are so much more than those stories. We must learn to move beyond the stories and just Be. And we must understand - we are NOT our stories. They do not have to define who we are. Each of us has a unique gift, something to share with the world around us. In the hubbub of every day life, sometimes those gifts get lost or buried under all those stories and as a result we can’t find our way.
I really got to thinking about this last night when I was in the walk-in clinic with my husband who tried to take off his thumb at work. Ok, well, it wasn’t quite that bad. But it sure was nasty.
He was holding a granite slab and his boss, who was on the forklift, was getting ready to clamp onto the slab so they could move it around the warehouse. Well, somehow - nobody is quite sure - the clamp grazed his hand, pulling the thumbnail nearly off and causing a hell of a lot of blood. Just before quitting time, of course.
So he got home last night, hand all bandaged up and tried to tough it out. I called my mom (a radiologist) to ask her about meds (he’d taken aspirin which hadn’t put a dent in his discomfort) and she promptly put together a package of gauze and tape and bandage-y type stuff and brought them over. While she was on her way, we rinsed it well with sea salt water and once she got here, we decided he should see a doctor. Mostly because he looked rather peaked and was having trouble processing his thoughts coherently. (I’m guessing he was in a heck of a lot more pain than he let on which is unusual for him because he’s quite the whiner when he’s ill or hurt. 
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I guess the admin gals at the front desk thought he looked a bit worse for ware, too, because we were ushered in to see the intake nurse within just a couple of minutes. I hadn’t even finished filling out his paperwork.
Fortunately, since it was obviously draining, there wasn’t a need to drill the nail to release the pressure or anything but because of the clamp situation, he was given a tetanus shot as well as antibiotics. The doctor cleaned it up some more and dressed it all with ointment and a pressure bandage. And he’ll have to change the bandage every day at least once, if not twice, for the next several weeks until the new nail takes form.
Anyway, this all got me to thinking about stories and getting rid of things in our lives which don’t work or changing our course just a little bit so they do. I began thinking how our stories shape how we think, how we feel, what we do (or don’t do) and where our lives ultimately lead.
It became clear to me how my husbands childhood thoroughly affected how he handled the situation. He treated it like one of those, “ignore it and it will go away” things. Not me. I went into what my family calls “fix it mode.”
Now, when I was growing up, my mom was much the same way. She just gets in there and automatically, somehow, knows exactly what needs to be done. No wavering, no worrying, no wondering what should be done. It just gets done. And that’s what I do, too. We don’t freak out, we don’t get upset or angry or emotional. (Until it’s over, anyway!)
I began to wonder what stories made my husband react and act how he did. What caused him to downplay (in his own mind) the severity of the injury and his resistance to doing anything about it. He didn’t even seem to know what nearly anyone who’s ever had any kind of injury knows - to elevate the injured body part.
The good news is - we can learn to get beyond the stories. We can learn to accept that just because a certain thing happened in our past, doesn’t mean we have to continue on that way. We can change our world for the better.
And it starts by realizing that change is possible.
(Stay tuned for part 2.)
Oh - and by the way - I haven’t forgotten about my before and after office pics. Just haven’t had time with all the other fun stuff going on to get them out of the camera. Hopefully this weekend will slow down a bit. Or probably not. It’s my mom’s birthday Sunday.
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I’m sorry to be off topic (I did enjoy your words), but I LOVE your signature at the end of the post. Really cool. I was just thinking about doing something like that last night, but I have no idea how. I mentioned it to my Mrs., but I could tell she was just thinking, “Not the blog again, shut your brain off honey, it’s time for bed.”
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You can get a custom signature over at http://www.mylivesignature.com . I think that’s where I got mine. You can change fonts, colors, sizes, and other stuff too.
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Hi Annie,
Yes, I too, like the signature. I might have to add that.
Now back to your story. I wonder if its’ a “guy” thing as my husband acts the same way. On a Saturday he had a huge concrete slab drop on his toe. He finished out the job and when he came home told me about it. Well…he no sooner took his boot off, and his foot instantly got swollen. We knew nothing was broken as he could flex his toes, but for nearly two weeks he had to wear a pair of tennis shoes (I went and bought him) that were two sizes bigger than his normal size. He just brushed it off and on Monday was back to work. He’s tough! Sounds like your husband is, too.
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It could be. But I don’t know because usually when he gets hurt, he’s *very* whiny about it. And usually it’s just some simple little thing like a sliver or something. It’s funny. He’s very vocal about it when he doesn’t feel good. Instead of taking care of it, he just complains and whines. Worse than the kids, I think.
This time was a little off, though. He didn’t really whine or complain much but I think it’s because he was in so much pain, he was trying to keep from vomiting or something. Partly why I decided to take him to the clinic. He seemed so out of it and out of character.
Now, if it had been me - I’d have probably reacted just like your husband. LOL
That’s what I did when I broke my toe years ago. Finally went to the doctor after almost a week because my mom told me if I didn’t go of my own accord, she was hauling me there herself. Nobody messes with mom!
Do check out the signature thing. It’s very fun and adds an element of personalization to your posts.
~ Annie