The end of Week Five Post-Op

This photo of me was taken by my ever patient photographer wife at the end of my first run, exactly five weeks after my surgery. I didn’t run far, maybe two miles in the sub-zero temperature…it’s a start.

This had been a bad week for me, but it’s all relative. It began with a bloody nose on Tuesday morning after a particularly violent sneeze. It turned out that I had burst a capillary in my nose, and with the blood thinners I am taking it just wouldn’t stop. I had to cancel meetings I had set up, and then put up with hanging around the house feeling useless while my nose dripped.

One thing that happened as a result…I finally got it fixed on Saturday. I’d gone to Urgent Care as recommended by my physician if it wouldn’t stop, and after a really bad downpour that ruined a shirt I’d had enough. I was ready to get my nose cauterized. My blood pressure was up, and my blood clotting ability was down, so they’ve changed my meds and then looked at what they could do to fix the bleeding in the meantime. “Have you tried Afrin?” asked the physician.

I’m thinking it will be a $95,000 experimental drug I’ll need to get special permission to take, and it turns out to be a $3.50 over the counter spray that most people would already have used. I guess he could have recommended a more significant medical intervention, but he did for me what I hope my advice does for my clients: regardless of what he gets out of it he presented the most effective solution in my best interest.

The second thing reinforced for me this week was the kindness of the people I know, both personally and professionally. I have four projects on currently, and I’ve had to contact each client, explain my situation, and talk with them about how we can handle their project in the best way for them. The very positive thing is that each one has gone out of their way to accommodate me, juggling calendars, doing work virtually and by email, and generally being as helpful as possible. I’ve had flowers sent to my home, books and meals left for me by friends and colleagues, and even a bag of chocolate covered licorice, (my favorite), deposited anonymously on my doorstep.

In the past I’ve visited my friends in hospital, dropped by and offered help when they’ve been sick and tried to go out of my way to cover for absent colleagues. I don’t think I’ve been particularly good at it, and I’ve never been sure how my efforts have been received. Now I’m on the other side of the operating table let me say, it feels really good to have people make an effort for you. It has helped my recovery enormously and given me a world of motivation to get well. I’m sure it wasn’t done in the spirit of payback, but nevertheless, I feel fortunate to be the recipient of the largess, and an obligation to do more for others in the future.

If the golden rule of “do unto others as you would they do to you” has any meaning it is as a basis for everyone building a kinder, more generous society where we think about how our actions affect others and try to maximize their well-being. My take-away from this week is that I should try to do that more, and ask for help when I don’t know how to deal with a nose-bleed.

One small run for me, one giant thought for society.