Hot water bottles shouldn’t be just for Nannas.
I’m sure this is a meme from somewhere, but I don’t know where. (Feel free to let me know and I will update this post with the details!!)
I’ve seen many people blog about what they’d tell their younger self.
I thought about it a long time. And now I’ve decided.
I’d go back to my 14 year old self, who had just moved to a new house in a new city.
In the new house, I had the basement bedroom. The thermostat in that room seemed to control the rest of the house. So if the thermostat said 70F – the rest of the house was 90F. My father insisted that the thermostat in my bedroom stay below 65F. My room was always freezing.
So the first thing I’d tell my 14 year old self is: “Get a hot water bottle, woman!! And use it! You’ll sleep better cuz you won’t be cold!!” Will I listen? I dunno. hot water bottles are for nannas, aren’t they? (I must be a nanna then cuz I use my hot water bottle all the time during the winter!!)
By the time I was 14, I had spent a lot of time at the doctor’s office, trying to get them to sort out why my right knee hurt all the time. They could never find anything wrong and insisted I was a hypochondriac or something. To this day I have trouble seeing a doctor for fear of being labelled a hypochondriac again. So with that in mind, here’s the second thing I’d tell my 14 year old self:
There’s nothing wrong with your right knee. Ask the doctor to send you to a podiatrist. The problem is in the muscles of your right foot. You need orthotics.
I figure that one thing will change a lot of things for me. Most notably, I probably wouldn’t have ended up as sedentary as I am now. I was in a lot of pain back then and everyone was quick to assume I was just trying to get out of PhysEd at school.
So yeah. Just those two things. I know I could say a lot more, but some things just have to be learned, even if they do come with a lot of humiliation. These two things I’d like to tell myself have more to do with removing physical pain and increasing comfort.
(And I’m very sure my Dad would thank me for helping the sleep problem… trust me. He can tell you extremely embarrassing stories about what happens when I don’t get enough sleep.)