When you think of balance what comes most immediately to mind? Many of us would think of a scale, as in the Zodiac sign of Libra, the old-fashioned type where you had to equalize the weights of each of the scale’s trays. Or, maybe some of you think of a linear line, possibly considering the phrase, I’ll meet you in the middle, something commonly heard or thought of during times of crisis and compromise. And while I think of both, these days when I think of balance, I see in my mind’s eye, the many balancing rock formations precariously located around the world. I imagine them and I ask myself, why not us? Continue reading
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The first title I came up with was Further Confessions of a Coppertop. But not wanting to ostensibly wallow in the throes of self-pity too long, I thought better of it. Not that such self-absorbed retrospection of the type is always a bad thing. It does provide eventually, hopefully, that springboard from which one can bounce back as much from their physical pain as its emotional partner. After all, ultimately all questions should be answered in the healing process.
So here I am on day thirteen of short term disability, having moved on from such self-aggrandizement and there still exists a mix of calm and panic in my mind. Paperwork for FMLA has been submitted and claims forms have been appropriately faxed bringing a subsequent sense of relief that comes when the first of the hard segments of the whole ordeal has been accomplished. Remaining however, is an underlying sense of dread as the truly dicey piece of the puzzle, recovery, now has to begin. That happens once the verdict of diagnosis is in. Mine was guilty by reason of spondylolisthesis. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about disparities recently. If you’re wondering why I’ve been wondering why; it’s because of two reasons. First, it’s because these days I exist in the dark, lonely drawer of short-term disability. As I ponder how I managed to wind up here, I recognize it’s because I’m a human resource, like many of us; a gear maintaining a load for this company or that one.
And as with any resource, I will be used to the fullest extent required for the efficient running of the machine I’m attached to. After which, when I can no longer function according to my specifications, I will be summarily discarded. Or, if I can be repaired, I’ll go to the shop for modifications; hence the short term disability. Continue reading