I Can Live with That

While riding the train to work last week I sat next to an almost professional boxer. It was so interesting learning about his rigorous training schedule. Sadly, his trainer, a world renowned former boxer himself, got sick and had to leave the state for awhile. My new boxer friend found a new trainer, who he did not like, so he quit training. He cancelled his first professional boxing competition, and will wait until his trainer gets well and comes back to Utah. This reminds me about the blog I wrote concerning plans and how I don’t usually make specific plans but things work out. But sometimes plans just don’t work out. Like how I have been planning to work full-time until retirement. And how my husband and I were planning to be missionaries together in our later years. Hmmm… is that why I don’t write things down and stick to a plan – because I’m afraid they won’t turn out? I don’t know. I do know my new boxer friend was very disappointed, not knowing what to do because he was depending on his trainer to get him started on his career. Now that the trainer is gone, what will he do? He got off the train before I could ask him that question. OK… as I write this I realize that I’m still not a planner. I figure that if plan A doesn’t work there is always a plan B lurking in my unconscious mind. I just don’t want to take the time to write down all the plans and all the contingencies. I really do like to let life unfold without too much structure or analysis. I like to live in curiosity and surprise. Yeah, things don’t always work out, but I can live with that.

Health Adventure

My mom always told me that talking to people about my health will bore them. So prepared to be bored. I’ll get back to more interesting topics later. But since this blog is for me to record what’s going on in my life, I think I need to talk about my current health adventure. If you read my last post you know that beginning October 15 I was sick for 3 weeks, which included a trip to my health care provider and a trip to the ER, to find out that it is a viral syndrome. I was so happy to get back to work last week. Still didn’t feel 100% but was able to catch up and move forward. Friday after work I decided I would go to a dance and celebrate my recovered health. I lay down to meditate before I got ready for the dance, and about mid way through the meditation I noticed that I had a sore throat! Ugh! About 20 minutes later I was sick again! I chose to take care of myself and skip the dance (Big sacrifice because who knows – I might have met someone and fallen in love…). And now I have had achy muscles and sinus congestion all weekend. I have resorted to using all kinds of natural remedies. So far no go. I am convinced I have a post-viral syndrome, which according to “Dr. Google” could last for months. I called one of my best friends to ask for some guidance, because she has been through some similar health issues. We had a long chat and I do think it’s time to think seriously about going part time now at my job instead of waiting until next year. I just don’t have the time to take really good care of myself, and if this syndrome continues, I’m not really sure how efficient I can be at work. On the other hand, I have promised to work full time for another 6 months, and I want to be true to my word. I think at this point my best option is to talk to my program chair and be honest and see what options might (or might not) be available.
Oh, and the adventure continues: I found out a few days ago that I have skin cancer (basal cell carcinoma) on my neck and need to have it surgically removed. Will the fun never stop? I have said before that I am learning to be patient, but lately I am not happy about learning to be a patient!

The Placebo Effect

Yesterday marked the 19th day I’ve been sick with a respiratory virus. I woke up aching all over, exhausted, and with a disturbing deep ache where my gallbladder is located. I called my primary care physician and was triaged by a nurse who said to go to the Emergency Department (ER). I really really did not want to but went anyway. Not much else to do. I spent almost 4 hours there and nothing wrong could be found. I’m really healthy.  I talked to the ER physician about my viral illness and she said she just read an article stating that the average duration of a respiratory virus symptoms is 21 days. That actually made me feel better, like I wasn’t crazy or special because it’s taken so long to get over this thing. I want to be above average. I went home and Googled post viral fatigue syndrome which can last for months. I really don’t want to have that. The only treatment is exercise and eating right and resting when tired. While reading I made a commitment to follow those guidelines, and to get better by day 21. So I woke up today and only sent positive energy to my health. I exercised for the first time since being sick, meditated, lifted a weight or two, and acted like I am well. I worked on creating a PowerPoint all day for an upcoming class and honestly, I feel pretty darn good. The placebo effect wins again! I think that when the doctor said the average recovery takes 21 days, I believed it and changed my way of thinking and being. So I am going out to dinner and a play tonight and I’m going to stop whining. I will miss that. Whining is good for the soul.