I observed many different types of support yesterday, including:
- A primary care doctor, helping a distressed and emotionally overwhelmed patient decide whether to accept available support at a psychiatric facility.
- A room-full of doctors, nurses, social workers, and other health providers, discussing a moving poem about a patient’s hospital experience.
- A doctor accompanying an elderly man, as they circled by me several times, gathering information about his reactions to walking.
- That same doctor informing me that my foot pain was tendon-related, and that it would heal in a week, with Aleve, ice, and this other support I remember witnessing in my childhood:
(image found here)
When I left the doctor, I felt supported and hopeful enough to do some walking, and I observed …
… different types of walking support,
… things supported in the air,
a kind of vehicular support I’ve been noticing, a lot, around town,
… and a kind of mental health support I always endorse. I stopped and smelled those flowers, on my way.
I need to end this post, now, to take next steps, supporting myself and others I love.
Thanks to all those who offer and accept support. And special thanks to you, for stopping to read this, today.