Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The People-Pleaser Learns a Lesson, by Victoria James

I'm a people pleaser. I'm one of those people who has a hard time saying no. I like making friends, family members, readers, editors, etc. happy. Two young children and ageing parents ensure that there is always someone in need of something. I hate letting people down and often will take on more than I can realistically handle. But somehow I find a way to get it all done, and I get an enormous high when I do. I know this is something many people can relate too-especially moms. Usually, I somehow find a way to swing it. Well, the last month has been a huge lesson for me...

I had a hundred balls in the air, and this was the first time in a long time I wasn't able to juggle. I got sick, and in typical 'mom' fashion I just ignored it and kept going, full speed ahead (thank you, coffee addiction). Anyway, my husband finally convinced me to go the walk-in clinic (I didn't bother making an appointment with my regular doctor-because who has the time, right?). I received a prescription for antibiotics five minutes later and was on my way. Or so I thought. A few days later I was getting progressively worse and in between popping antibiotics was chugging coffee and Advil's.

That Saturday night, I was at Whole Foods with my son picking up some takeout because we had friends coming over for dinner and I was too wiped to cook (see, that was what I thought was taking it easy. It didn't even occur to me to cancel). Anyway, food bought, on our way to the parking lot and I just stopped. Suddenly, it was like all the pain I was denying I was in, couldn't be hidden anymore. All I could feel was the intense throbbing in my cheekbone, like someone had taken a chisel to it and was carving out a new mountain. I had a hard time making conversation with my son (luckily, he talks a mile a minute and barely noticed) and the drive home took intense concentration. We arrived home, I dropped the groceries on the kitchen floor and mumbled to my husband that I needed to sit. Kids were scavenging through the bags (every time groceries come home, it seems they turn into these ravenous little monsters who haven't seen a morsel of food in days) and the noise level was reaching a disastrous level. I was having a hard time concentrating on anything, even simple conversation. Hubby put the kids to bed and then tried to figure out what was wrong with me. My symptoms were all over the place-my cheekbone killed, my teeth ached, my 'bite' had changed and I couldn't line up my teeth properly, and I felt despondent. The poor guy thought I was having a stroke. We did cancel on those friends, and I went to bed (without eating a scrap of that delicious takeout-a true sign something was wrong). The next morning at the urging of a friend who's had a root canal recently, I called the 'after hours' number on the back of the dentist's business card and explained my symptoms. At this point I really thought I was dealing with a root canal. It sounded like that to him as well-considering the tooth movement-and he prescribed an antibiotic and said to go see him next week. This was somewhat reassuring and frightening at the same time because I'm totally afraid of dentists and dental work. I just realized how long this post is going on...sorry, will try and wrap this up!

These antibiotics were starting to work and by the time I went to the dentist a few days later I was beginning to feel human again. He took X-rays and saw...nothing. Nothing. Then he examined my mouth-my bite had changed, because a tooth (the one I thought was infected) had lowered in much the way it does when the root is infected. Anyway, as he's looking inside my mouth he asks me if I'm under a lot of stress. Hmm. What was I supposed to say? I'm a romance novelist, small-business owner, and mom? I felt a little ridiculous. So I just kind of shrugged and he told me I was grinding my teeth and had actually shifted that tooth. He then shaved off some enamel so that tooth would be even and I need to go back for a follow-up. That medication he prescribed was working for my sinus infection and after a visit to my regular doctor-and some more X-rays/ultrasound, found my left sinus blocked. I received a referral to a specialist and now it's wait and see. Fingers crossed this will clear up and sinus surgery isn't a must.

So, very long, long story, short? Don't ignore your body-get whatever it is dealt with as quickly as possible and take the time to rest. Don't feel guilty for admitting you can't do something (this is the hardest-I still feel horrible for asking for help). I cut out all social media for a few weeks (that feels very strange actually). I was honest with my agent and editor who were very understanding and now I'm playing catch-up. Take some time for yourself-go for a walk, take a bike ride, get yourself some flowers if no one else buys them for you :)

I'm so grateful to be feeling well again...and I'm trying to say no to the five thousand requests I get on a daily basis to help someone out with something...um, that being said, I'd better run: the two-year-old has just whacked older brother on the head with Hello Kitty dollhouse...

11 comments:

  1. Victoria, a great big hug. So sorry you've been feeling so poorly. Wish I lived closer so I could give you a hand.

    I totally understand though. It's like I tell my kids, mom's don't get sick days. Sure you might not go to the office, but there's still kids to keep up with, food to cook, and a million other things. I did what you did. Had a cold but wouldn't slow down and ended up with a big old case of pneumonia. Hope you find some time for yourself. And I hope that your sinus clear up w/o surgery. Wishing you the very best.

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    1. Thanks so much, Jennifer! You're so right-mom's don't get sick days!! I'm feeling much better now and ready to catch up on everyone's news-and I'm looking forward to your book release next month :-)

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  2. I'm so sorry for all you've been through, Victoria. It's important to take care of yourself, and yet that feels selfish sometimes. Rest up and get well. We'll all be here when you're ready to come back. Hugs.

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    1. Thanks so much, Natalie! You're so right about taking the time for yourself-make sure you do the same in the upcoming months! Sleep now ;-)

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  3. Oh you poor thing! I hope you're on the mend now, sweetie and when you're recovered you *remember* to be kind to yourself. Big hugs. xx

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    1. Thanks, Rach! Must drop you an ol' email one of these days to catch up ;-)

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  4. I also struggle with being a people pleaser. Something here, something there, and then it becomes one thing too much! Now is definitely the time to scale back and take care of yourself! I am so glad you are doing better and hopefully the worst is now behind you!

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    1. LOL-I knew you'd get the people pleaser angle! Poor you have been on the receiving end of my many emails! Thanks for being such a great friend :-)

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  5. Oh my gosh, you poor thing!!! I'm so glad you were able to safely drive home. I'm glad you're feeling better too. {{hugs}}
    I tend to be a people pleaser too, but...I do tend to baby my body and don't try to argue with it. LOL

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    1. Hey Jennifer! Thank you so much-and I think I'm going to adopt your policy of not arguing with a little babying ;-)

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  6. Sending you a huge hug, Victoria - you have my total empathy. Having been very ill during 2012 and still in recovery now, I learned my lesson the hard way about slowing down and not trying to do everything (let alone all that people-pleasing!). Well, considering my first challenge was practicing walking again, I had no choice!! Take care, my lovely. X

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