This is – more or less – me since Thanksgiving. Off and on, but more on than I’d like by a country mile and change.
This is not okay.
See, I caught a cold just after Thanksgiving. I slept in for a couple days, blew my nose a lot, drank ginger tea, and thought I was going to be okay.
I got back to normal.
Annnnnd a couple days later I was back in bed draining snot like nobody’s business. But after four or five days, I started feeling better again.
Annnnnd I landed right back on my back a couple days later.
In short, I have spent the past two months trying to get over a cold.
I even got past my nerves about seeing a doctor and went to make sure my lungs were clear. They were. And I wasn’t shamed or berated about my fat body, either, which is awesome. No, it was still a cold. Just a cold. I was, however, a bit dehydrated and very low on Vitamin D.
Over the course of the past week, I have been slowly pulling myself out of my black hole of both physical and mental exhaustion.
So what does this have to do with fear?
Well, for one thing, I let my fear of doctors and needles keep me from getting a flu shot… again. Would it definitely have kept me from getting this sick? Maybe, maybe not. Still, it might have kept me from getting sick in the first place, and it might have helped my body fight off the cold faster. I also let my fear keep me from going to the doctor until I’d been sick for nearly two months. If my illness had been more than a cold – which, actually, it kind of was with the dehydration and vitamin deficiency thing – I might have wound up in the hospital.
So next fall, I will gird my loins and go get that shot. I will grit my teeth and deal with the needle. I will accept ten minute’s mostly mental discomfort to avoid two months of intense physical misery.
Sometimes we all need to bite the bullet and make ourselves do uncomfortable things because they will help us in the longrun.
Don’t make the same mistake I did. Take care of yourself.