Health
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Part III: Revelation, Submission, and Healing
White punctate matter. When you don’t know medical jargon on an MRI report, you screwgle yourself trying to make sense of it. Those tiny white dots that had shown up on my scan were signs of vessel disease that increase my risk for stroke, heart attack, dementia, and depression. Or… it could be a product of chronic migraines. The night of my hospital discharge was my only known experience with such, so I chose to believe what was behind door number one. It made the most sense. I wish I could say that since the start of this health storm, my everyday prayers for healing delivered me into the arms…
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Part II: 60 Days of Anguish
Robbed. Last September, God made a way for me to leave my career, I just had to make it through the 23-24 school year. I spent almost 10 months giddy with excitement over what this new season would mean for me and my family. A slower paced life, less stress and anxiety, more time to focus on family, more time to pursue passions. Fast forward to the summer when I was only 3 weeks away from starting this new, incredible season. One in which I had high hopes and big dreams. But on July 23rd, my life froze in time with the grand entrance of the symptoms that sent me…
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Part I: Mayday
My body was not my own. Heart rate spikes, nausea, facial tingling, light-headedness, chest discomfort, limb pain. I tried to figure out every logical cause for these random physical maladies that had struck me on the eve of my entire family skipping town, leaving me with a gloriously quiet house. This particular week was supposed to be a highlight of my summer: space to breathe and recharge. Instead, I found myself crouched on my closet floor, crying from these physical symptoms that were holding me hostage. Not wanting Brent to cancel his trip with the kids to visit family, I dropped them off at the airport the following day and…
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Maybe IDK
I’m dying. That’s certainly not the thought you want to have when you walk out of a doctor’s office, but that’s where I found myself this past week where I waited until I could lock myself in my car to let the tears fall. It was a routine appointment, one in which I became incredibly annoyed. I’m not sure why you are asked to disrobe, hang out in a paper gown with your derriere exposed on an examination table with no back support when they plan to make you wait in there like that for forty-five minutes. About thirty minutes in, I considered getting dressed again and just leaving, already…
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THE Almond Butter
This year, I’ve really tried focusing on how I fuel my body. So I don’t blow it and become frustrated, I don’t get rid of everything bad in my diet at once. I simply replace bad things I love gradually with better options. Granted, I’ve never been a peanut butter fanatic, but I did occasionally dip some apple slices (never a huge fan here, either) in some sweet, salty goodness from time to time. I’ve heard of almond butter, but I’ve never tried it. Aside from the high price tag, it just sounded like one of those health things that wasn’t going to taste as good as its cousin. One…