I don't feel good

As I am pouting about my return cold and feeling crabby about it….I am slapped with the realization that it is, JUST a cold. So trivial compared to those around me with real sicknesses and diseases. Sometimes we just need an “ah ha” moment to put things into perspective.









My symptom: My body aches.


Reality: My oldest sister was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis almost 2 years ago. Since then she has changed medications multiple times, looked into experimental treatments, been so sore she can’t get out of bed all while she works full time and is a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter and best friend to many.


My prescription: I will take Tylenol, soak in the hot tub and not complain about my body aches.






My symptom: Embarrassingly enough, while having pneumonia and coughing constantly found myself running to the bathroom because I thought my bladder wouldn’t hold up at times.


Reality: After a few weeks of urinating what looked like Dr Pepper, my brother was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Pending surgery, he suffers from constant issues surrounding going #1 and if faced with a long battle ahead of him.


My prescription: strengthen my muscles with a smile.






My symptom: I ate too many sweets at work during a retirement party and got the shakes from too much sugar.


Reality: My stepdaughter has to count every carb before she puts it in her mouth and determine how much insulin she will need to take to offset the blood sugar levels. Every item she puts in her mouth, every time she eats.


My prescription: Make better choices about food and relish every bite.






My symptom: I can’t taste the beer I opened because I am so stuffed up.


Reality: My middle sister, my mother and my stepfather all struggle(d) with alcohol and it altered their lives immensely. They lost jobs, homes, friends and even have had family turn their backs on them.


My prescription: Don’t overindulge, and appreciate being able to have 1 and walking away.

 
My symptom: My chest hurts when I breathe.


Reality: I watched my mom take her last breath which was slow, low and rattily because she fought the fight to Emphysema and Lung Cancer. She hasn’t shared the same air with me in 14 years, or ever met my son.


My Prescription: With every breath, FEEL the life that is pouring inside of me.