Day 169. Sometimes we need help. And it’s totally okay to ask for it. Especially when we don’t like asking for it because we’re too proud. I gave this card to my crying 29 year old patient with the broken wrist. Specifically, distal radius and ulna. She left with a sugar tong mold on her right (dominant) wrist crying and saying “how am I going to be able to do my job?!” She teaches high school kids. She broke it ice skating. Yeah, it sucks. But it’s not the worst thing ever. I gave her this literal and metaphoric thought for the day and got a smile out of her. Then I told her the story of when I had the epic crash on my skateboard and I couldn’t work for a week. I also included the line from my mom “Lindsay, you’re not 16 anymore. Stop acting like it.” Ouch. But skateboarding and ice skating are fun. And we could just as easily trip and break a wrist doing something boring like walking. So I told my patient to indulge in bubble baths and have a friend wash and style your hair and give extra credit to some kid to transcribe your notes on the chalkboard. Asking for help is all good, ‘cause everybody falls one time or another.