It’s amazing what a few weeks absent of doctors does for me.
It’s obvious from this journal that I have become somewhat obsessed with healing myself which includes attending many standing appointments each week –most of which I have come to convince myself that I now wouldn’t be able to live without.
It takes a lot for me to leave this “routine”. I feel like a missed acupuncture session (I go once every two weeks), or osteopathic visit (once every three weeks), or pain management therapy (once a week) could be the difference between a happy, able-bodied Lauren and complete illness or disability. It’s very black and white in my mind, and I am always striving for that illusive balance.
Being away from my every day life for a short time helped of course. I decidedly push myself into certain circumstances where I may not feel 100 percent safe (within reason of course). I mean traveling, or being away from my resources: my “team” of healers and doctors and an arsenal of herbal remedies, healing teas, and supplements (I have an entire cupboard dedicated to this). I feel compelled to force myself outside of my comfort zone often otherwise it’s just too easy to stay confined to a bed, a couch, my apartment, and a small circle of life which makes my world smaller and smaller by the day. You start to believe you cannot do things. In my opinion, that is not living.
So the past three weeks has been about pushing. Again, within reason (I’ve learned that pushing too far in either direction is no good). But, I write today very happy and feeling healthy. I am always a little bit closer to accepting that my health condition will never be perfect, and I must do things that many people my age won’t have to worry about for another fifty years. But, I’ve come to enjoy being conscious of my heart, listening to my body, respecting when it shows me signs of distress, which in turn keeps me incredibly grateful for every new day. I’ve never felt so proud walking up subway stairs (with mini breaks of course)!
Now the test will be to keep in this head space. I have an illness within an illness to control here: it’s the phone calls, insurance companies, doctors offices, and general healthcare insanity that I find infects me. Trying to keep up is ultimately oppressive and heavy –and often times even on a good day a bad phone call could crumble it all.
It takes a lot of strength not to feed into the cycle. I’m ready for the challenge. All I keep repeating to myself is: I am healthy, my heart is healthy in its own way, and everything is gonna be alright.
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