So. Tests results are back. All clear! No heart issues for this girl (we’re looking at a chest wall issue – fun times). Nope. Just a stress load that isn’t healthy. So Peter says. After preaching to me for the last 7 months; (I’m pretty sure he must have been getting tired of talking to a wall), I relented and took his advice. Yup.
So taking advantage of my admission of defeat, he hands me a note stating I would be off work for two weeks. Something he knew I’ve fought on so many occasions. Not today. No; today I told him I was ready to do whatever it took to feel better. Whatever it took to feel like myself again. To not feel like I’m being pulled in a dozen different directions at once, never allowing myself to say no, to put myself first and to take 5 minutes to smell the roses – so to speak.
And for the first time in a long time, I seen Peter smile.
He had won and essentially, so did I.
Ever since that dreadful day 360 days ago, I have been repeating 1 thing – “I just want my life back.” Well Peter has been trying to help me with that. I just didn’t like the restrictions he was suggesting. I’ve never done well with limitations. But one can only continue doing something for so long before they have to admit it isn’t working.
So here’s to the old me. The woman who loved AND enjoyed life, laughed until the tears flowed and sides hurt and who’s chest didn’t feel like it was going to break apart every day of the week.
She’s on her way back. Just you wait and see! 🙂