I knew I was being a mad cow

I know you might find this hard to believe, what with me being a superstar coach and all, but sometimes I get a teeeensy bit moody and snappy at times…especially when I’m not feeling good. 

Case in point, recently when I was struggling with a trapped nerve in my neck. 

I hadn’t slept well at all, and I was eating breakfast with a face like a slapped arse. 

Kev kindly said he thought I should try to bring my next chiropractor appointment forward. 

I knew he was right, but the thought of trawling through my calendar to look for a space, and getting on the phone to make another appointment just seemed to tip me over the edge and I strutted out of the kitchen saying, “I just can’t deal with that right now!” like he’d just asked me to mend a puncture on his car. 

Bonkers, eh? He was only trying to be helpful. 

I knew he was right, but I didn’t want to hear it because it meant a bit of extra effort was required. 

When I’d been on my own for five minutes in my office I could see what a mad cow I was being, and I went about rebooking my appointment. 

I decided to go for the next available appointment even if it clashed with a coaching call, because I knew I’d be useless until I sorted the pain out.

I basically took the advice I’d give to anyone else and looked after myself before I tried to help anyone else. 

Later that day, I apologised to Kev for being grumpy, and I thanked him for caring enough about me to suggest getting help for my neck. 

He hugged me close - a little too close in fact and said, “It wasn’t for your benefit - it was for mine. I was fed up with looking at your miserable face!”

(Don’t worry I gave him a slap once I’d struggled free…) 

Of course, it’s easy to laugh about these things when you’ve calmed down, but the message remains true every single time:

Self care isn’t selfish. 

You’re a better person to be around if you look after yourself as well as you look after others. 

Being a martyr doesn’t help anyone. 

The author 

Vicki LaBouchardiere