Isn’t something you should take for granted. And I don’t think very many people do, we get sick often enough to fully enjoy it when we feel well. And with all sorts of disease on the rise, watching our loved ones suffer from cancer, diabetes, etc, I think we all have a good grasp on how lucky or blessed we feel to be healthy.
I was born at 11 lbs 13 oz. I had jet black hair and black eyes, and HUGE red cheeks. My mom said I looked like a baby Mao Tse Tung. She called me Baby Mao Mao.
Anyway, the reason I was so big is because my thyroid never kicked in. I have the gland, but it was dead when I was born. Hypothyroid=huge baby. I’ve been hypothyroid my whole life, and I take a synthetic thyroid pill every day. If I don’t, the consequences aren’t good.
I was also born with a heart defect called Paroxysmal Atrial Tachycardia. You can look it up if you’re really curious, I don’t really want to explain all that happens with that. I experience palpitations. It’s hereditary and potentially life threatening. Mine is moderate enough that I don’t require surgery at this point in my life. Maybe someday. My mother had the surgery. My sister has the heart defect, as well as my oldest daughter.
I had fainting spells in Jr High, due to anemia. It took the doctors a while to figure that out. I’m also legally blind.
When I was 18, I got E.Coli poisoning, and suffered consistent kidney infections for years afterward.
I’ve had seven surgeries. One was an appendix removal, one was mouth surgery, two were hernia fixes. Then I had my tubes tied, as well.
After I had my 4th child, my menstrual cycles became so heavy that my doctor suggested I have an oblation. Unfortunately, the surgery did not go as planned, and I hemorrhaged for two months straight. The woman OB that had done the surgery didn’t believe that I was still bleeding so heavily. I didn’t like her. I finally had to go to the ER from loss of blood and low hematocrit levels. I got a second opinion, and this new doctor said they would have to remove my uterus asap or else I was going to bleed to death.
That was fun.
One year after that, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. It was an illness that I believed was all mental. I didn’t think it was an actual physical thing. So I was very very humbled when I got the diagnosis. And yes, it’s real, and yes I hurt a lot, often. Some days, my pain is so great that I feel almost brittle. That if I bend my knees or take a step, my legs will shatter like glass. It’s not a fun sensation.
Any time I contract an upper-respiratory infection, it inevitably goes to my chest, and I get bronchitis. I’m lucky that it has only ever turned to pneumonia once (that was awful), but it still stinks, and I lose my voice every time.
So, I’ve had my share of health problems. However, I still work out three times a week and I try to eat clean and healthy. If I don’t take care of myself, my pain gets incrementally worse, so it’s worth it to me to be extra vigilant in watching what I eat.
It’s not always easy to exercise. Lately, I’ve been getting dizzy spells whenever I exert myself. I guess it’s time for a physical. Yay.
Besides all that, I still feel blessed and relatively healthy. I’m grateful that I don’t have any major diseases. I pray and hope for longevity so that I can be with my kids and my husband for as long as possible. Not that I think I’m going to die, or anything.
All in all, I’m grateful to be who I am, and have the body that I do, scarred and imperfect as it is.