Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Blanche Dubois – A Streetcar Named Desire
Ok, so I am no Blanche Dubois, but just couldn’t help myself. Let me explain. I took a sick day yesterday for what was supposed to be not one, not two, but THREE root canals. Before you conjure up images of my kisser being filled with Austin Powers-like teeth – let me just set the record straight. I do NOT look like at all. I am just predisposed to tooth decay. Regardless of how much I brush, floss, rinse, gargle, trips to the dentist have never been kind to me.
Any-hoo….things did not go as planned and long story short, I had a wisdom tooth removed instead. I had time on my hands, was hopped up on pain killers and had copious amounts of Lidocaine injected into my mouth. I laughed in the face of pain. Haha! Actually, it came out more like “pffffhaaa ppppfffhhhhaaa!” due to the gauze.
So what did I do? I went to my hairdresser’s and moved my appointment up by a day. Because that’s a perfectly normal thing to do after dental surgery….said nobody. Ever.
Tanya, my sweet hairdresser, knows me well enough to not even blink at my puffy cheeked chipmunk like appearance. She is a crazy multi-tasker too and would have totally done the same thing. If that is not unconditional love, I don’t know what is.
As I was flipping through my iPad and reading through some of my fave blogs, I noticed that I had a notification on WordPress.
What I read restored my faith in humanity. Ok, I am being dramatic, but please remember, I was slightly high from pain killers at that point. Nevertheless, it touched me. It was a little blurb from a fellow blogger asking if I was ok. I had not posted in a couple weeks and prior to falling off the blogging world’s radar, was bemoaning the fact that I was going through a bit of a funk.
My point is this – never underestimate what even the smallest of kind gestures can do for someone. Many of us walk the earth with a smile plastered on our faces and everything looks good on paper, but on the inside, we might be holding on by a thread. That one kind gesture could make a world of difference to a complete stranger. (Thank you, Jad!)
We live in a time when mental health can at times be shaky at best. The earth is spinning too fast, social media consumes us, human connections are missed, fleeting or even non existent.
On that note, time to take more Advil. I can actually feel a pulse in my mouth.
Happy Friday all!