Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Last night after work, I got home, ate a quick supper, walked 15 minutes on the treadmill, did a little strength training and feel onto the couch absolutely exhausted.
While on the couch I started checking my facebook feed and saw where a dear friend from high school posted about having some serious medical issues, indicating it had been a month of CT scans, MRI's and other tests - leading to surgery tomorrow morning. It sounded like a serious prognosis. I haven't talked with her since Christmas time. I felt bad that I had let our friendship take the back seat. I tried calling her - but no answer. I couldn't help but feel fearful for her. Perhaps she is already in the hospital for pre surgery things.
I texted her daughter and asked her to give her hug and my love and tell her she was in my prayers. I was hoping she would give me the details of her illness - but she didn't. Then I gave it a little thought - it really doesn't matter if I know the details. She is ill and the prayer is for her to get better.
Which brought me full circle to my own little illness going on. I am still not eating/digesting food normally. A little voice nagged to call my doc. I really didn't want to. I really wanted to procrastinate another week to see if things would just fix themselves. However, I thought, if I were my friend, I would encourage her to see her doc. I deserve to treat myself like my friend! So I called the doc and am going today at 3:45.
As a friend used to say "The ostrich burying its head in the sand doesn't keep the lion from making it his lunch."
I don't particularly want to be the lion's lunch so I am removing my head from the sand, quitting dragging my feet and being kind to myself by heading to the doc. Hopefully this is my first step to be on the road to feeling better!