Made it through
Okay, it's been a while. But today I wax philosophical.
Last week I decided to do something very...dumb. No, don't patronize me. This was dumb. I decided that I was going to try to stop taking my stomach medication because I thought that I didn't need it anymore. I figured that since I had been doing well for such a looong time that I would be great. Good to go. Fantabulous.
Wrong-o.
I remembered what it was like to be that oh-so-innocent missionary version of myself who had to get up and get going every single day even though I felt like gremlins were having a party in my intestines. No, that is not right. When I get sick it feels like midget babies have decided to have a dance party and use my abdomen as the dance floor as well as the storage space for all of their party snackage. Maybe. Maybe that is a good description for the amount of pain that I was in.
Needless to say I began to take my medicine as soon as I realized that this gremlin/midget baby party was happening.
But, alas, it was too late. Enter the pain and suffering portion of last week.
No joke, my friends, I wanted to just curl up in my bed and never leave it.
But I learned some powerful lessons.
1. Never have a party with gremlins or midget babies. Real or imagined, those parties will never end well.
2. Just because I think I am getting better does not NECESSARILY mean that I am. I am not a medical professional and so I have no right to declare that I am fully healed from a chronic illness and that I no longer need my medication. (see, it sounds so smart when I say it like that...but in my head it made sooo much sense to stop taking it.)
3. There are so many people in my life who are willing to step up and step IN for me when I can no longer do...whatever I need to do...anymore.
And for that I am truly grateful.
If it wasn't for all of those selfless individuals I would not have made it through.
And that, my dearies, is truly...
Success.
Last week I decided to do something very...dumb. No, don't patronize me. This was dumb. I decided that I was going to try to stop taking my stomach medication because I thought that I didn't need it anymore. I figured that since I had been doing well for such a looong time that I would be great. Good to go. Fantabulous.
Wrong-o.
I remembered what it was like to be that oh-so-innocent missionary version of myself who had to get up and get going every single day even though I felt like gremlins were having a party in my intestines. No, that is not right. When I get sick it feels like midget babies have decided to have a dance party and use my abdomen as the dance floor as well as the storage space for all of their party snackage. Maybe. Maybe that is a good description for the amount of pain that I was in.
Needless to say I began to take my medicine as soon as I realized that this gremlin/midget baby party was happening.
But, alas, it was too late. Enter the pain and suffering portion of last week.
No joke, my friends, I wanted to just curl up in my bed and never leave it.
But I learned some powerful lessons.
1. Never have a party with gremlins or midget babies. Real or imagined, those parties will never end well.
2. Just because I think I am getting better does not NECESSARILY mean that I am. I am not a medical professional and so I have no right to declare that I am fully healed from a chronic illness and that I no longer need my medication. (see, it sounds so smart when I say it like that...but in my head it made sooo much sense to stop taking it.)
3. There are so many people in my life who are willing to step up and step IN for me when I can no longer do...whatever I need to do...anymore.
And for that I am truly grateful.
If it wasn't for all of those selfless individuals I would not have made it through.
And that, my dearies, is truly...
Success.
Guess I have to cancel my midget gremlin party now...
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