When I was a little girl, about four years old, I had to go into hospital to have my adenoids removed.
Now I was four years old quite a long time ago! Back in the days before parents were allowed to spend uncomfortable nights in armchairs by their children’s hospital beds. Back in the times before day surgery; when even relatively minor procedures meant a week or more in hospital.
My dad took me to the hospital and I can still summon up the horrifying image of his back as he walked away from me down what seemed to be an impossibly long ward. I can still hear my own wail as I leapt out of my hospital bed and raced after him.
Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
You might be an extrovert if you love talking and whether or not you know another person is neither here nor there when it comes to starting a conversation with them. You might be an extrovert if you call out to a total stranger in the shopping centre, “hey, I really like your dress”.
You might be an extrovert if your favourite antidote to a really tough week at work is to text your entire contact list on your way home, saying, “party at mine tonight”.
If that doesn’t sound much like you – perhaps you are an introvert. At the end of a tough week would it energise you to hold an impromptu party at your place or would you rather drill holes in your eyeballs? Would you in fact be more refreshed by some time alone with a good book or your favourite movie or a quiet dinner with a couple of close friends?