If there’s one thing you don’t want to hear a doctor say while examining you, it’s Oh my dear God… I’ve never seen anything like that before.
Those are the exact words my physician said on Tuesday morning while looking at the my infected uvula. Which, in case you think that’s part of my vag, is actually the hangy-downy thing in the back of your throat.
Turns out uvulitis is a thing, and it turns out it’s a thing that I have. Who knew?
After having spent three days on antibiotics that weren’t working, my doc switched me to a new prescription. It’s been six days in total and I’m still swollen and struggling to eat solid foods. Bleh.
As shitty as it’s been to be sick, the worst part of this week was the realization that I’m hours away from my family. Luckily, I have the best parents in the world who packed bags and jumped in the truck at 9:30 pm on Monday night when I was struggling to breathe. They spent the week here in Halifax with me, helping me to get my son to school and keep the apartment up and running.
And I think I could have avoided the whole debacle if I’d just gone to the doctor when I felt sick more than a week ago. Instead, I went to work every day. I stayed up late. I worked out, hard, and I pushed myself to finish this, that and the other thing.
I wanted to be more present this year and this past week has been an excellent reminder that being present means tuning into how I’m feeling as much as it means turning my phone off and having a dance party in PJs in the living room.
As entrepreneurs, as parents, as working adults, as partners we often take care of everyone except ourselves. We let ourselves get run down. I hope you’ll all do me a favour and take an evening (at least) every week, just for you.
Have a bath, a glass of wine, a nap, a pan of nachos, whatever.
Do something just for you. Take care. Be healthy. Be fabulous.