I started exercising daily on November 12th. I also cut out refined sugar, all caffeine but green tea and deep-fried foods.
I came down with the flu on Thanksgiving after a super fun Crossfit workout in the park.
I was pissed. I was finally doing all the “good” things I should do and now my immune system was betraying me.
I was sick for weeks. I ended up with a sinus infection. Yay, antibiotics. Awesome.
I finally was well enough to get back to exercising on December 14th. I worked out everyday. I cut out corn, soy and dairy.
And then on Christmas Day, I came down with another bad flu.
Yes, I was mad. And as the weeks droned on with little to no recovery, I got furious.
It’s January 28th and I’ve had the same sore throat, icky sinuses and cough thing the whole time and have caught another two colds on top of those.
The problem is that I have a baby in daycare who is sick all the time. And my immune system is very compromised – obviously.
For the most part, I’ve been emotionally stable – on the low side. But the fatigue has been crushing at times. I’ve slept well over 12 hours a few nights and still needed a nap that day.
But I still did restorative yoga a few times and went skiing once – that was the most I could muster the energy for – but with high hopes I planned a ski trip to Mammoth.
Of course, I came down with another cold on top of my regular cold a few days before the trip, and then I lost my hearing out of my left ear while I was packing.
Nothing was going to keep me off that mountain. I rushed Baby and I to the ENT. I have an ear infection and he has a double ear infection. We’re both on antibiotics and he’s getting tubes in his ears on Friday.
Yes, I scheduled surgery for my son, picked up our prescriptions, dropped him off at daycare and drove to Mammoth with two of my buds.
I was pissed and nothing was going to stop me.
And I took that anger and unleashed it on the mountain. I tore it up – with the help of Daytime Advil Cold and Sinus and Diet Coke.
Yes, I started drinking caffeine again. I did stop gluten about 10 days ago though.
Here’s the deal: anger is a gift when used correctly.
I’m angry. And with that anger I’m fighting. With that anger, I’m listening to my body telling me that although my endocrinologist assures me my T3 and T4 levels are perfect, he’s wrong. Yes, he has a medical degree, but I live in my body and I feel my enlarged thyroid and all the symptoms and I know that something is very wrong.
My anger took me to a new doctor – a doctor who treats the whole body, not just the symptoms. My anger sat there as the phlebotomist took 14 vials of blood out of me. My anger sat there again today giving another vial today because one of my labs came back incomplete.
Anger, used appropriately, is there to initiate change. To put a fire under my butt. To fight back when lying down will mean total defeat.
Oh, and my anger will let you know the results on Wednesday!