I read somewhere that when dealing with a chronic medical condition, one should re-phrase “I can’t” statements into “I don’t” statements. This word-change is supposed to give a person an additional sense of power; as if there is some choice involved in the situation. It’s really hard for me to apply this train of thought to my own life, however, because most of what I can’t do isn’t something I chose not to do.
With one exception.
I don’t cut my own toenails anymore. Every three to four weeks, I treat myself to a pedicure (nail polish optional).
Truth be told, it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to maneuver my legs so that I could cut my toenails. Applying and removing nail polish was a whole other awkward task. At my mom’s urging, I’ve begun treating myself to pedicures. And now instead of saying “I can’t cut my own toenails” (technically I can, but it’s really difficult), I can re-phrase that as “I don’t cut my own toenails.”
Now you should know that I am not a woman who is used to receiving regular pedicures. Simply because my feet are so ticklish. Just watching someone else’s feet being rubbed with a pumice stone, can set me off and get me squirming and giggling. (During my pedicures, I ask that only my heels be rubbed.)
Sometimes, getting a pedicure isn’t an easy thing for me to do. It can be difficult for me to sit in one position and keep my legs still for a period of time. So I shift when I need to. And I make sure that my legs are rubbed extremely gently.
But when I’m as comfortable as I can be, I’m a happy multi-tasker. For while my toenails are being taken care of, I get to enjoy some bonus reading time.