Last week, my doctor suggested I start giving myself B-12 shots. My blood work revealed a low B-12 level. I’m a medical assistant and have given injections, but never to myself. I knew I could do it, but I wasn’t looking forward to it. That morning, I got a peculiar idea. The thought felt gentle. Warm. And utterly ridiculous.
A certain nurse would be teaching me to give the injections. I have CELIAC DISEASE and whenever I call the doctor with a question, this nurse helps me.
Take her a cup of coffee.
That’s silly. I don’t even know if she likes coffee.
Do it anyway.
What about sugar and cream? I’m not pestering her to find out…
Take the coffee.
I drove past the doctor’s office and turned into STARBUCKS.
This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Even if she likes coffee, I don’t know what kind to get her. Maybe she doesn’t do caffeine. Maybe I should get her hot tea.
Get her your favorite kind.
I ordered two cups of Sumatra.
Signing in at the doctor’s office, I started rambling to the girl behind the counter. “This is for my nurse. She’s been so sweet to me, but I’m not sure if she likes–”
“Are you kidding? She loves Starbucks.”
“What about sugar and cream?”
“She has her own concoction she adds.”
Handing my nurse the coffee, three unexpected things happened:
1. I forgot about myself. My health. My concerns.
2. My nurse became a real person to me. We talked a little about her world. And she loves Sumatra!
3. Learning to give myself shots, I felt no fear–only a big dose of gratitude.
Thank You, God. So many blessings from a cup of coffee.
Can you relate?