I’m not used to people being nice to me for nothing. In my world, everything has to be earned.
Then I sprained my ankle. And no, it didn’t happen while I was wearing high heels (everyone’s been asking me this ever since they learned that I’ve got a sprained ankle). Ironically, it happened when I mis-stepped on a rocky road after finishing my workout session at a park.
I literally popped my right ankle, but I immediately did an on-site examination and didn’t find anything significant, such as crepitating (an indication of fracture), sharp pain or limited range of motion (an indication of injury to the ligament and/or muscle), etc so at the moment I concluded that I was simply having a soft tissue contusion. As a tip for you, the principles of treating soft tissue injuries are: Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation—or RICE for short; and anti-inflammation drugs if needed.
Since I don’t like to share everything with everyone, I didn’t tell everyone about my injury (but now that I posted this, guess I just broke my said principle). I limped a little, but the pain was bearable and the swelling wasn’t too obvious. I did my usual routines and people hardly noticed. But there were some people, despite me saying nothing about my ankle and wearing pants to hide the bandage, who noticed—and cared. People who I thought would not notice. I was surprised, and grateful. Those were people who were observant enough to see that something’s wrong with me, either it was the way I walked, or the way I winced when I stepped on my injured ankle—I had no idea.
I’m not used to people being nice to me for nothing. I’m not used to people caring about me and showing genuine concern. But now that they did, I felt glad somehow. I have always been proud claiming myself as observant, but then I realized that being observant isn’t as great as I thought before, and it’s because—in my field of work —being observant means nothing if we do not (show that we) care. It means nothing to know everything about someone because you’re very observant if you don’t do anything to show that you care for them.
When someone shows that they care about us, we’ll feel appreciated, we’ll feel that we mean something, we’ll feel human. Being a healthcare provider surely needs these kinds of skills, and I am glad that my sprained ankle has taught me a lesson. Observe your patients good. Show them that you care. Express your sympathy. Treat them as humans, because a human needs both physical and psychological treatment.
Anyway, it seems that some people don’t need a reason to be nice and to care about others. Faith in humanity: restored! 🙂
P.S. I got my ankle X-ray-ed and it has been confirmed that I only have a soft tissue swelling, without any fracture or injury to the ligament.
P.P.S. I also learned that psychological state has a lot of influence on the physical condition. Once my ankle had been cleared as ‘okay’, the pain suddenly lessened significantly.
P.P.P.S. I am also glad that since there’s nothing serious with my injury, it means that I won’t have to skip physical exercise on my weight-bearing joints for too long. It seems that they’re right about ‘You’ll never appreciate what you already have until it’s been denied from you’.