Now that I'm home, they offer to do things for me, like go to the grocery store. I give them a list. Three days later they show up with part of the list in a sack. I'm grateful to have what they brought. I can't carry a sack of groceries. The weight might undo the collar bone repair and besides my left arm has become weak. I can't start rehab until the bone knits. I get my next x-ray next Monday. If you ask me, I'm being incredibly patient. I didn't even nag them for the groceries sooner.
But friends haul out old lists of things they think I did in the past that they think were impatient. Okay, yes, I have complained when other people don't meet their agreed deadlines. Yes, I have complained when a painter I hired hadn't finished a month after his agreed completion time. Yes, I have complained when editors don't respond to my manuscript submissions in six months, or maybe even six weeks. Hey, when I was an editor, I responded within one week. When I have to be late, like I am with formatting my book on magnet activities, because of this auto accident, I notify my publisher. I explain why I'm late and offer a new more realistic due date. I don't just sit quietly and ignore the fact that I have an obligation. It's not hard. It only takes a few seconds.
Yes, I want my body back in working order. I want to bike all over the city, do yoga, lift weights, do my own grocery shopping. Yes, I wish the accident had never happened. That is not being impatient. That is being honest.
Where is this mythical person who gets injured in a car accident and says, "Oh, this is interesting. I wonder what my life will be like now that I have to depend on other people to do basic things for me like haul my laundry to the washing machine? How fascinating that I'm sore and I have dizzy spells when I get up or lie down. And isn't it interesting to see how much I'll sweat while I wait in the 90 degree weather for the bus, and answer strangers' questions about why I'm wearing a sling? This must be what it was like to be a Queen a couple of centuries ago."
Would my friends really rather I found a way to enjoy being waited on? They all keep asking when I can start rehab. They are impatient. But when they do it, it's a good thing. So, now I'm not only inconvenient, I have unpleasant personality traits. Totally unfair!
I'm going to the gym later today and when I catch those stupid digital dragons, I think I've got names for them.