I haven't blogged in a long time. Life's been busy and strange. On the art front things seem well and this month alone has been good for art and record sales and new opportunities. I've even had some freelance work that really helped me out financially. However all that is dimmed by one thing.... My health. Or lack of it, I should say. My symptoms for my ailment get worse and worse. I have been up since 3:30 am in pain so bad I felt like I was going to throw up. I eventually did just now... Which is a very bad sign for me. That's usually a precursor for the ER. The only relief I get during the extreme abdominal pain that makes me feel like I'm being murdered by a machete to my gut... Is plunging myself in hot baths and just laying there waiting for the pain to pass. It's not uncommon for me to take 6 or more of these soakings in a day. These pains have begun to last 5-7 days where they used to last maybe 3. Pain meds don't work, none of them. My research is leading me to believe I have Endo, which really sucks as there's no cure. I have to get tighter on my diet and attempt gluten free and dairy free and see if that helps. I have an appointment in a few weeks where hopefully I can begin zeroing in on the cause and treatment. Although I might be in the hospital a lot sooner than I'd like truthfully. The few hours of painlessness I get a day I try to sleep or run out and get food I can eat. I have to say no to all social engagements and fear leaving the house. I stay as close as possible to my bed, my bath and my escape route to the hospital. I write this , not for sympathy but for understanding. I can't always be the strong positive and inspiring person I'm known to be. I feel a lot like a broken doll, confused, frustrated and a lot depressed about this. Chronic pain is a horrible affliction. In trying to deal with mine the best I can without sounding like a broken record or sad sack. All I ask for is patience and understanding when I can't do the things I'm used to being able to do.
Well it's official. I am addicted. Luckily to nothing horrible. It was bound to happen. I'm addicted to the morning walk...the endorphins...the serotonin...the "me" time....the solitude....the music pumping in my ears...the nature I see and feeling like I control my day. I'm usually up before the sun and getting as much mileage as my body allows. Sometimes it's more than others but it's always good. I'm going to add in more sprints here and there as "burst" exercises are better for me than long running sessions. Yes, even on the weekends I'm out doing it. There is no sleeping in and admittedly I woke up at 2:30am and started having my morning coffee in preparation... Even though I will wait till much later to go out. That's how I know it's an addiction. Currently on Week 6 and haven't missed a workout or even postponed it. I showed up for myself and made myself a priority every morning. I am proud of that and so much LESS...
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