I give excellent advice – to anyone other than myself. I have many people ask my opinion and they feel very comfortable getting into very personal matters. They trust my discretion and they know my words come from a place of empathy and understanding. I’ve had many people over the years tell me that I should have been a Social Worker. I have a great ability to listen and to give thoughtful and meaningful opinions or just listen when necessary.
I’ve learned over the years that I can dish it out, but I can’t take it – my own advice, that is, but today I listened to my gut and went to the walk-in clinic. I know I’m sick when I willingly sit in a waiting room with a multitude of people with the same symptoms I have for a chance to feel better.
After the obligatory three hours between waiting room, exam room and lung test I was given my diagnosis as well as a prescription for some very strong antibiotics. My seemingly benign flu had morphed into Pneumonia and the doctor was concerned that I had a lung infection as well. A simple test proved that the lung infection was non-existent but Pneumonia is a big enough hurdle to jump over.
Learning to trust my gut when it comes to personal matters is going to be on the forefront of my goals for the new year. I didn’t, and still don’t, feel as sick as I am but I’m certainly glad I followed some sage advice today and got myself to the clinic for a professional diagnosis. I would have told everyone else to get to the doctor, but it took a nudge from a friend or two to take the advice I would have freely expelled to anyone else and get the help I needed.
If you are great at giving advice….take a moment and see if you are following your own wise words. It was a good lesson learned for me today.
I’m consistent. I suck at giving and taking advice.
Glad you’re getting it sorted!
I’m glad you went to see a doctor and I hope you’re on the mend.
I’m bad at taking advice, too. I don’t see a doctor unless I’m on death’s doorstep. And at that time, I hear “it would’ve been better if you’d come in sooner.” Likewise, I was never one to rush the kids to the doctor with every sniffle. Good thing I finally did a few years ago when my younger son had viral meningitis (thank heavens it wasn’t bacterial!)
Here’s some advice for ya. Stop worrying about blogging when ya should be in bed!
Get better, my friend!