Thursday, January 7, 2010
I'm kinda sick. In an "I've been coughing for 3 weeks straight" kind of way. And being sick for this long, I've started to notice a trend.
People love to give advice about how to get well. I think the last time I've gotten this much advice in such a short time frame was when I first had my baby. Seriously.
But the funny thing is...when I first had my baby, I was crazy defensive about all that advice. I'd shrug it off and get back to reading books by people who I thought actually knew what they were talking about.
Turns out, though, that a lot of the advice I get is pretty darn good.
Take your vitamins.
Get some sleep.
Have some homemade chicken noodle soup.
Garlic, garlic, garlic.
The miracle of magnesium (did you know there's actually a book with this title?)
And then there's the kicker..
It might be time to see an actual....doctor. (insert scary music here)
But I think these people are right. So, tomorrow, I'm going to look for a new doctor in this new town.
Take advice. It's something I'm trying this month, and it kinda feels good to embrace the wisdom of my friends and family.
What is it that we hate about getting advice? Why does it feel so good to give advice and so terrible to receive it?