Choices. We always have choices. Even when we think we don’t, it’s usually because we are choosing not to give ourselves the choice.
A little every day.
And training is hard. For instance, I’m wearing a lot of spandex. And exercising regularly. And I’m sweating a lot. And that combination of things is, well, not always the nicest combination for the female anatomy. And, as someone who just launched a business and is in the process of launching another, I don’t have time for medical issues.
So I ignored it.
And it got worse.
So I tried a half-assed home remedy. And thought it was cured.
The next day it came back again. A little worse, but mostly the same. It was a work day for me (meaning the boys were in camp + daycare), so I decided that I could try another home remedy. And rather than calling the doctor, I addressed it on my own. I tried to manage the pain, and home-remedy the symptoms.
And it got WAY worse.
That night I woke up at 3am in A LOT of pain. And basically just counted the minutes until the local pharmacy was open. And suffered. For hours. Eventually, I made peace with the pain and fell asleep. Just in time for everyone to get up and ready or the day .
So here I am, with the two boys, sitting in the local pharmacy, assuming that their clinic would be faster than my doctor’s office.
So I bought them snacks and toys and kept them entertained. And continued to suffer. And after my appointment was through, and I finally had my prescription, and everything was going to get better, I got hit with a level of nauseous and sick that made me lose my breath.
At this point, I had resolved to meet friends at a local museum. It would give the boys the chance to run around and enjoy themselves while I worked on healing.
Except – that was a really terrible plan. I was still in pain. I was still hurting. And here I am thinking that I’m not doing enough for the kids. When, in reality, I was setting them up for major disappointment.
So when I had to give up on the day and go home without visiting the museum, they CRIED. Oh man, did they cry. The entire ride home.
Hours of lost sleep. Days of pain. Distracted. Suffering. All for what?
So take care of yourselves, ladies. We all have moments where we choose other perceived needs over our actual needs. And while most of those choices probably don’t result in a medical event, sometimes they do. There are no points for unnecessary suffering. And often when you try too hard, it ends up hurting everyone in the end.
Be proactive. Practice self-care often. Take care of yourself.