Category Archives: Healthcare

This Can’t be life…

See this face?

This is the face of a woman, who awakened with a start, looked at her phone, and realized she was getting some weird message to update her payment information, because her icloud something-or other, failed to process.

Not sure how her account is overdrawn, she quickly slips on a pair of grey yoga pants, a red tank top, a pink jacket and then donned orange striped flats to zoom out the door to the bank.

She knows she looks crazy but simply didn’t care. She gets to the bank and in the middle of transferring funds, it dawns on her, she could have done all of this online and she throws up her hands at her foolishness, which draws the attention of the bank manage.

“Whats the matter? You seem out of sorts.”

This woman looks the manager dead in the eyes and says one word-

Menopause.

Thus began a conversation between them both about all the radical changes happening in their bodies.

In the middle of the bank.

This has been my life in recent months and l am only now speaking about it, because, well, it needs to be done.

I assumed menopause would be simply hot flashes and calcium deficiencies.

Oh were it that simple. I am teary for no reason. Feeling overwhelmed and second guessing things l would plow right through.

My body LITERALLY aches like l have been lifting weights non-stop for years. I am easily irritated. Total loss of appetite.

It scared me.

I called my momma, and while l dissolved into tears explaining that l was going crazy, she gently said, it was menopause and began quietly guiding me to speak with my doctor, run some tests and get on a treatment plan that will help me to navigate these unknown waters until the symptoms subside, which could take a while.

Its nice to know l have not totally lost my cotton picking mind. Not yet any way. But this can’t be life forever because the world will not survive with me like this!

But hear me- there are legions of women navigating through their days with not a hair out of place and battling the symptoms that emerge with this new phase of our lives. It is different for each one with some similarities, but have mercy on us, if we do not seen like our normal selves on any given day.

This thing is a beast.

So if you see me out in the streets looking crazy, give me a hug and point me in the right direction. I probably will need it.

Deuces and mad love,

Diva

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Getting to the heart of the matter…

Every morning, unless I’m ill, I am up at 4 with the target time to walk through the gym doors between 5 and 6. Yes, before Jesus is awake. It’s a routine that energizes me but there is a deeper reason for it all that I was reminded about this morning.

It was TIME for visit to the cardiologist. 

I dread those visits because I worry that I will get bad news and so as I prepared myself to go, my movements became slower as I played every possible scenario in my head and by the time I got to the Office building, had convinced myself  they would find something wrong and began making plans.

So I crawl/walk into the office and prepared for the worst. I held my breath as I was being strapped to the EKG machine and when the nurse kept clicking and was eeerily silent, I couldn’t take it any more and asked her if everything was okay.

She said yes and I went on to visit with the doctor who essentially said that while I had a strong family history of hypertension, my heart was fine due in large part to my fitness routines and choosing wisely what and where I ate. Salt is not my friend.

After being released and told I didn’t have to see him for another year, I literally bounced out of that place, all the imaginary symptoms I walked in with, all gone.
Why did I share all of this with you? 

I don’t think I am alone in my fear of hearing bad news  to the point where it’s tempting to not go to see a doctor or worse, ignore any real symptoms we may encounter.

But as we get older, our bodies require Maintenace and sometimes, due to family history etc, a tune up to remain in working order.

That ounce of prevention is definitely worth the pound of cure and no matter how afraid you may be, doing nothing only makes things worse. So take yourself to the doctor and have all your pipes checked.

Ya dig?
Dueces and mad love 

DivA