Taking your own advice...

A client just reminded of something I keep being brought back to...to take my own advice. It's a hard thing to do but as you hear yourself giving this great physical and even emotional advice, who ever takes it or can be subjective of themselves?
As a healthcare professional you would have thought your own judgement was spot on, but as most physios I work with say yourself is the hardest assessment you could ever make. We rarely take our own advice and this couldn't be more true being surrounded by head strong feisty women. You would have thought they take no rubbish but unfortunately they're usually the ones that get most walked over.
Why didn't I ring for an ambulance straight away?
Why did I try to kid myself that everything must be ok?
Why did I even move from the accident?
All these questions in hindsight are well and good but what happens instinctively isn't necessarily survival, but to preserve ourselves. As someone who works with their hands I have always lived in fear of doing anything to them. I fell off a treadmill that was put up too high for me years ago and I would rather of smashed my face than put my hands down! Apparently i did an impressive pike turn to protect my right side but to no avail as that's what I ended up smashing but even as I span through the air I panicked about having to cancel my clients the next day. When I could feel a break in my hand I thought the same and upon realising I had eighteen broken bones 36 hours later my diary was the first thing I asked for.
As someone self employed who values their business and livelihood I had no choice but to take the responsibility due to being a me, myself and I bandwagon. When you're not employed you are the only one in charge of your destiny, your money and you are ultimately responsible if the sh*t hits the fan so to speak! I would often complain when on bank holidays I was out of pocket whilst all my friends had a paid day off. What's that to me and my self employed friends - a day where you can't make money but you're still paying rent. It couldn't have got in the way more when earlier this year the royal wedding occurred. Don't get me wrong I had a fab day out drinking in a beer garden but you think differently when you're out spending money you could have been out earning. Business is a funny thing and I grew up watching my Dad who had a bookmakers walk around with a carrier bag full of cash. I used to walk behind him wondering if anyone else knew what lay in that bag of cash. Being from the relatively crime free island of Guernsey obviously at the time I didn't realise he was unlikely to be jumped upon and robbed of this hard earned cash but as a youngster I was kind of in awe of my Dad.
Having worked for small and large organisations for 10 years to then after retraining work for myself I felt suddenly comfortable, like I'd put on a pair of old slippers. It's only now I realise it's because when I walk round with the cash in my bag wondering if anyone knows it reminds me of my dad walking round with his.
Go forth and prosper!
Hbombotx