I don’t feel well, already, not knowing whether it’s good to say
I don’t feel well
or
I don’t feel good.
Do you know the answer to that, well enough?
I don’t feel well (or good?) about these photos I hurriedly took yesterday, through my car window on my drive into work:
When I got to my workplace garage yesterday, I didn’t feel well (or good) enough to take my usual one-mile walk, so I snapped this shot from the shuttle bus:
I feel good sharing with you, now, my guesses about why I did not feel well yesterday. It could be:
- The shape of my heart (which — because of my heart’s unusual shape — is challenging to diagnose and treat well, even by well schooled and well experienced heart doctors),
- Winter’s refusal to march well out of Boston, even by the last day of March,
- My well-validated anxiety and well-documented thoughts and feelings about a good number of good doctor appointments today,
- Anniversary memories about my becoming unwell with pneumonia, this good time last year,
- Trouble sleeping well the night before, and
- Well …. don’t you think this list is well, good, and long enough?
Here are some shots of the good whiteboard in my office yesterday, when people were trying to feel well in therapy:
If you can’t read that last photo well enough, it says:
What if the concept of failure did not exist?
Would believing that well-intentioned question from me help YOU feel well or good?
Here’s a song about (not) feeling well (or good):
That good song — “Coconut” by Harry Nilsson — reminds me, well enough, how a good patient like me can be confused sometimes, even by good and well-meaning doctors.
Well, I hope no doctor calls me a silly woman today; that wouldn’t be good for anybody.
Thanks to Harry Nilsson, to doctors everywhere, to people doing their best to let go of unhelpful thoughts, to limes and to coconuts. Also, well-and-good thanks to you, for visiting here today.