Won’t you please, please help me

10Mar12

Good news, world! My local Harris Teeter has expanded their online shopping pickup hours to seven days a week, 11am to 8pm! This is huge. I am enormously dependent on online grocery shopping these days – my time on my feet is limited, and spending an hour trekking around a big box, lifting and bending, and carrying heavy bags is just not possible right now. And since I work full time, having grocery pickup on Sunday, or in the late evening is a necessity.

But the main bit of good news is that I start PT on Monday. My appointment is at 8am, but I have to be there at 7:30 “to fill out paperwork.” How much paperwork am I going to be filling out? I’m guessing that the paperwork will take about 15 minutes, but they tell you to be super early because you’ll get lost, have trouble parking, and otherwise be running behind for an early appointment, especially on the Monday after the time change.

I’ve made a few more visits to the gym, and I’m up to 2.5 mph on the treadmill, yay! My limp is much less noticeable, especially if I walk slowly and deliberately. Mostly, I just feel lopsided after more than a month of favoring one side. I know all my muscles are weaker on the right, and now I’ve developed the habit of standing with all my weight on my left side, so I definitely look and feel asymmetrical, like you could just tip! me over and pour.me.out.

I was blazing away on the treadmill today when my “workout 2012” playlist hit The Beatles’ “Help.” The lyrics seemed very apropos, given that I am depending on the PT (who I’ve never met) to take me from teapot back to athlete. I’m sure John Lennon didn’t have a slowpoke, bum-hip, mom-runner wannabe’s dreams about her future PT in mind when he penned Help, but it really sums up what I’m feeling:

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody’s help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured,
Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me.

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I’ve never done before.

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody’s help in any way.
But now these daya are gone, I’m not so self assured,
Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Thank you, John. Great art is as relevant today as it was when it was first created. It’s not the first time in my life I’ve looked to the Beatles for solace, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

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One Response to “Won’t you please, please help me”

  1. 1 Jen

    I am so excited that you’ve healed enough to progress to PT! I can’t wait to hear what you think about it and how you feel afterward.


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