I have another MRI scheduled for today. This ones to check up on my Bovine Blood Clot. I had imaging done a bit after we found it and it had gotten significantly smaller. What's happening today is a routine follow-up.
I don't want to go. Since I made the appointment a few weeks ago, I have been dreading it. This one should be a cake walk. Why am I so anxious about it? I'll tell you... this has been something that I've been thinking about for a while now. I was sick. Really sick. Things are starting to perk up for me physically, and I am starting to forget about all of the terrible things that I had endured during this last flare. I don't want to think about eating right, because the steroids are working well and my symptoms are less and less painful. I don't want to pack healthy foods to go out. I don't want to ration my spoons. I just don't.
Is this stupid??
Yes.
Out of sight, out of mind.
One of the most important things for us to remember in healing is that once we start to see less of our symptoms, it doesn't mean that the disease itself is gone, or even any better. Medications can do wonders. They can also mask things. Our bodies are under constant stress everyday. If we don't put in the effort to maintain optimum health, we are doing ourselves a disservice. And that's a non-sickie rule!
Do yourself a favor-- take care of your bod. It doesn't matter if you feel good, you can always feel better. And feeling better is something that I've been waiting for what seems forever for, so I will do my best to pinch myself every time I forget my fight. Or eat cream-cheese-corned-beef-thousand-island-swiss-and-sauerkraut dip on 5 pita chips, the way I did last night.
[totally worth it].
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