At the age of two I was diagnosed with a skin condition called urticaria pigmentosa.
I've been sick my whole life, one thing after another. It got to the point that every time I was sick I was able to diagnose myself before we got to the doctors office, and I was right every single time.
I started my new job, in which I am madly in love with, and since I work with kids & a bunch of people I ended up getting sick.
Growing up in doctors offices & being in the hospital isn't something you love, so when I got sick I really just wanted to take some medication and call it a day.
Was that the right thing to do? No.
But did I care? No.
It got to the point where I was in so much pain at work I started crying my eyes out and I was sent home.
I ended up FINALLY going to the doctor after two weeks and was told that I had bronchitis. I wasn't able to sleep or even sit down because my body was aching in pain.
This was literally the day before Jeremy was coming home, and I knew I had messed up big time because I'd be in bed half the time instead of spending time with him.
They gave me antibiotics and told me to take them for a couple of days and I should end up feeling better.
Maybe 2-3 days later I started to feel like myself again. I was excited to be able to spend time with Jeremy and go out on little adventures and have a great Christmas!
On Saturday I started to feel it again. My body started aching and the cough had returned. I knew that right when it had happened I needed to get myself to the doctor ASAP. Sunday rolled around and I woke up at 4am in the worst pain I had felt in a while. I still went to work and ended up leaving early.
Yesterday I went to the doctor because my cough kept getting worse and my body was aching more than it was the first time.
The doctor said that there was possibly nothing we could do other than get me on steroids and hope that it would stop. She said it could take up to three months for it to stop.
She said if the cough progressed and I started to run fevers that it would turn into a pneumonia.
She gave me liquids for a nebulizer. When she asked me if I knew what it was my first answer was a no. Then I remembered that I had to use it all the time growing up because I would wheeze all the time.
I left the doctors that day with a huge bag that looked like I had just ordered Chinese takeout.
My point here is that things happen sometimes even when we don't want them to. It may suck, it probably may be a punch in the face. But there's times when we need to stay strong and fight instead of just giving up.
I spent my New Years in bed sleeping. It's funny because I woke up around 11:30pm to go watch the ball drop in Times Square by myself. I grabbed Levi and I slouched myself onto my sofa and enjoyed my night. Even though I literally felt like every bone in my body was breaking, I still made the best of the moment.
Spend this year fighting for what you believe in. Don't give up just because there may be a roadblock in the road. Sometimes they're there for a reason, you may not even know the reason but let me tell you God does.
Enjoy this fresh start, enjoy being able to spend time with loved ones & family.
It's a new year, you can create a new you too.
I'm a huge fan of chicken nuggets, and enthusiastically excited about what God as in store for my life. My other half is currently in the Air Force, so a lot of blog posts will be about the military as of right now.
Incase no one told you today:
YOU ARE AMAZING
YOU ARE LOVED
YOU ARE ONE OF A KIND
YOU ARE SPECIAL
YOU ARE MAGNIFICENT
YOU ARE WANTED
YOU ARE A MASTERPIECE
YOU ARE WONDERFUL
YOU ARE JOYFUL
YOU ARE TALENTED
YOU ARE GREAT
YOU ARE FANTASTIC
YOU ARE A QUEEN
YOU ARE LOVED BY SOMEONE WHO MADE YOU
YOU ARE KIND
YOU ARE YOU, don't let anyone change that.