Well, I for sure didn’t have “supplemental oxygen” on my 2020 bingo card, but here we are. Once I go through a bunch more testing we’ll know what the long-term plan is, but for now I get to sleep with a fancy white noise machine that costs more than my children and hopefully will help me feel less like death all day every day, which will be a nice change from the last several months. The current theory is some kind of keep apnea, which explains virtually all of my complaints and concerns—a list nearly as long as the tubing on this sucker.
We seldom get to choose what life throws at us. We always get to choose how we respond to it. I’m choosing to find this encouraging and entertaining. I’m choosing NOT to rage against the machine [that is giving me oxygen] but to embrace it. I’m choosing to be grateful for my seriously amazing healthcare team. I’m choosing to feel proud for listening to my body and my gut instincts and being an awesome self-advocate. And I’m choosing to keep choosing that—because whether I respond this way or not, it’s still happening. I pick the life where I get joy and relief and empowerment even when shit goes sideways. Because I’m committed that I get a great life and my family gets a great life and YOU get a great life. I’m not attached to what that great life looks like, which is awesome, because there are so many ways to have a great life and I don’t want to miss this one.
Now booking clarity calls: http://tinyurl.com/altitudeadjustmentintro
Think of it as a breath of fresh air when you feel stuck and suffocated.
I gotchu.