Unexpected Drive

This morning I woke up at 7:30am. Went to a local clinic, and got my blood drawn. Had a chat with the guy while the lab results were getting drawn.

Came home.

Why the lab tests? The physical component of my sickness is thankfully treatable. No different from what a diabetic must do, except my problem is different. And rare enough that it took twelve years to find out. Yet the treatment can be very dangerous. For the initial span of this life-long regimen, I need to get lab work every three to four weeks. Because my body can easily be flipped over if not careful. These first steps will determine the right balance for me.

And that is why I woke up with a scare today.

I came home from the lab tests. Got my regimen, as taken once per week. Went up and fell asleep. I was up all night and barely got 30 mins before the lab drawn. One hour later I got up. And I couldn’t breathe. Tightness in my body, thickness with every self breathing. I had to focus on self in order to get oxygen.

We panicked because this is the sort of thing to watch out for. So we called up and took a drive to the hospital. I got some tests for my heart EKG. And some readings on my blood pressure and oxygen. Had to sit in the waiting room for one hour.

I sat feeling heaviness and worrying if I will be turned down without tests. I was out of it. My mom had me covered. And I felt comfort while waiting because she prayed for me. It eased the tension and brought some clarity so I could operate at a lower pace and stress level. I needed that help. I am having a tough moment.

Finally I was in. Checked in and got some tests started. I noticed how much better I interacted with everyone. The lacking physical component that is being treated allows my body to take over and lead my actions. Takes the burden of me processing everything down by some levels. It is so nice. To know that life can expand into greater possibilities. So simple. I craved that. To take complicated matters and approach it with simplicity. Isn’t that what life is? Taking one step at a time? It is not our job to plan the grand design. We simply need to have faith and take the next step.

Then came the moment of clarity. I had a mask over my face. I was given some medicine to help my lungs breathe better. It was just that. I felt answers to prayers come in and clear up some misconceptions. It always was simple.

If it isn’t simple that is because something is missing or off or currently imbalanced. I spent over a decade trying to find what was missing in my body. Once found these things became graciously simple, and I am beginning to feel life flow like I did as a small kid. I feel peace knowing that the grand design isn’t in my hands. That I can put in my best effort to take steps and try to keep everything in perspective.

Turns out there is air quality issues where I live. The doctor said he was seeing more people come in with repository issues of late. I got medicine prescribed, told to wait for a bit, and then I sat there talking with my mom. It felt good. The hospital was no fun, but the lesson I learned is rewarding. It needed to be taught, so I can move on further in my life.

It was an unexpected drive that led to getting help. Both medically and from above.