I’m currently sitting in the waiting room at my doctor’s office. It’s a familiar site for me. This is my fifth visit here over the past month, in addition to a sojourn to the emergency room for heart palpitations.
There’s some off in my body.
Now I sit here, waiting to be called back for an ultrasound sound on my gallbladder, and I know how strange it may sound, but I sincerely hope they find something.
The pains, the fatigue, the shortness of breath, the foggy mind–I thought I had beaten this last year–The illness that threw me for a loop for three months. Three months where I, a decently active individual, had my life disrupted. I stopped working out, I stopped hiking, I stopped eating right (frozen meals take less energy to make).
When my symptoms finally disappeared, it was a still struggle to get back on the wellness horse, but I did it.
Now here, 15 months later, I’m smacked down with similar symptoms once again, but this time I have a renewed resilience. I’m attacking with vigor, trying to find the truth of what’s going on inside my body.
And if it is my gallbladder then finally I can put a face to my enemy, so to speak. I can fight to take my body back, and restore my best life. I can plan, I can treat, and I can cure myself.
I am strong.
I am wise.
I know my body.
I will overcome.
I will persevere.
And I will be better for it.