I just came from getting some x-rays. (They replaced my baclofen pump a week ago and wanted to check their work.) The appointment was with the surgeon, who wanted to make sure my incision is healing well. Getting x-rays was a surprise. For someone in a power wheelchair with a suprapubic catheter, getting onto the x-ray table takes prior planning. I hadn’t planned.]
As my husband and I made our way down to the imaging department, I was concerned. Did I have the right equipment along? Would they be able to get the x-ray they needed or would we have to come back another time? I decided to keep rolling forward.
The three guys organizing the x-ray, along with my ever-obliging husband, handled it easily and with good humor. They adjusted the catheter so my “day bag” could be transported, found a hoyer lift and put me on the table. They arranged my body gently, adapting for my areas of paralysis. Easy peasy.
The x-ray trip became my Delight of the Day as (imaginary) worries dissolved in a sea of confident, capable steps forward.
As I go through my day, I watch for moments when the corners of my mouth turn up and my heart lifts. I note these moments of delight in my journal and consider their patterns here.
I encourage you to be on the lookout for your Delight of the Day.