Keeping Priorities Straight

Every once in a while an event occurs where a person must get his/her priorities straight. Mine occurred yesterday. Sometimes an event in my life precipitates a noble revelation about myself, but sometimes it just reminds me of how vain a person I can be. Let me explain.

Through a series of crazy choices, I hurt myself using a leg lift strap. At night in bed my legs become stiff. I thought by sleeping with the strap on I could help myself change positions more easily. The only thing I accomplished was scraping my calf to the point where I developed blisters on it. When the wounds wouldn’t heal and started to become infected, a trip to the doctor was planned.

Here is where my vanity comes in to the picture: When my husband commented that he wondered if a trip to the hospital was a possibility, I immediately went into check-list mode. Was my hair OK? Yes, I just had it styled a couple of days before. Was the underwear I had on OK to be seen by hospital staff? Yes, again. Were my toes OK under my woolly socks that were staples on my feet all this long winter season? NO!! My nails were not attractively painted because I wasn’t in sandal-wearing weather yet.

I’m not proud, but I begged Bill to become a nail stylist and paint them a pleasant shade of pink. I would have done it myself but I can’t any longer, one of the many things MS has forced me to alter in my life. I need to depend on professionals now for many aspects of personal grooming (i.e. hair, nails, eyebrow plucking).

Looking back on this incident, I should have worried more about a total leg infection than how I would look on a hospital gurney. Sadly, I didn’t. Vanity, thy name is Jan.

Fortunately, the wounds are being treated with oral antibiotics and Bandaids, no trip to the ER needed. I didn’t even need to take off my shoes at the doctor’s office, a waste of a perfectly good polish. At least I didn’t need to change my underthings because I heeded my mother’s advice to wear nice stuff because you never know if you’ll ever be in an accident and need hospital services. Scary to contemplate but wise in always being prepared.

I guess I’ve carried Mom’s maxim a little too far because I’ve also asked Bill to make sure that, if I die in my sleep, he is to remove my uninspired flannel pajamas and replace them with a sexy negligee I keep in a drawer for just such an emergency. You don’t suppose I could now ask him to check my tootsies, too? After all, I’d like to go out in style even if it’s only that one last time. I think I’ll keep a bottle of “Mauve Madness” on hand, just in case.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. olivia
    Mar 17, 2015 @ 09:31:51

    Well, beside your concerns about your appearance and loss of activity, you certainly have not lost your sense of humor. And, that my friend, is what I enjoy most.


  2. John
    Mar 19, 2015 @ 08:43:02

    Does Bill also write a blog about his experiences? That might be interesting 😉


  3. Miss Jan's Words
    Mar 19, 2015 @ 10:44:37

    No, but oh the tales he could tell!


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