I was so used to being wound up so
tight that I could have given tiger a run for his money! STRESS is Insane!!!!!!
- Its real - It can make you sick - It can kill you! I learnt this the hard way
when one random January day my body shut down basically.
Before that day I drank seven (7) cups
of coffee a day, STRONG coffee, didn't eat before 11am, and when I did I ate
whatever I could find. I would also wait for what sometimes could be hours
outside shopping malls for a parking space as close to the entrance as
possible. I wouldn't cook, slept maybe three or four hours a day and well in a
nutshell I was a HOT MESS!
That day my world stopped.
For a moment I thought I was dying...
My chest was tight, my breathing laboured and I had lost all motor function -
It was insane! After being delivered to the emergency room and
being unceremoniously pushed down a long dreary corridor in a
wheelchair by a chap who looked more like a rough and tough 'bar brawler' than
a hospital orderly, (you simply just can’t get the help these days!) I was
eventually poked and prodded by a nurse who I'm sure had seen better
days and then by a doctor who looked very green around the ears (young
and inexperienced I mean).
Dr Greeny (no not his name of course
this is Africa! His real name is probably close to Eddy Murphy's name in
Coming to America than it is to 'greeny' however I cannot remember his name, I
am not the best with names you see...) Anyway, Greeny gave me nothing! Zero, Zilch,
Nada - Like seriously!?! I thought as I tried ever so hard not to glare at him!
'HELLO!!! I'm dying here' I wanted to yell at him! But I was just too weak to
give it the delivery it required to carry any weight... So yes he did nothing
except refer me to a 'specialist physician' and send me
away.
Of course by that point hubby had
arrived and I was to be fair feeling better tho totally knackered and somewhat
out of it desiring sleep above all else. So grudgingly I agreed to leave...
After a series of intrusive questions
much like Inspector Clouseau interrogating a suspect than a doctor’s
interview; and a whole bunch of tests later, the 'specialist physician
announced my condition!
STRESS!
He literally said and I repeat,
verbatim, "All your tests are clear, I think you are Stressed and it doesnt help that you are over weight...You
need to relax and get some exercise in"
As I stared at him whilst trying ever
so inconspicuously to pick my jaw off the floor and compose myself, I
managed to mutter, "Can you give me something for that?" As
the words were flowing out of my mouth I could feel myself willing them back as
I realised I should have said something more appropriate like, "Can
I see your degree paperwork?" or "What university did you say you
went to again?" or even better, "What are you
smoking!?!"
STRESS????????
Well heck I am stressed NOW I thought
as I nodded trying not to be obviously checked out of the
conversation, after all we were discussing my health...
Stress.... Really????
Note how I didn't argue about obesity, its not like I couldn't see and feel the weight on me...and so my weight loss journey began...
Note how I didn't argue about obesity, its not like I couldn't see and feel the weight on me...and so my weight loss journey began...
