I never thought that a trip to the emergency room to begin my day and spending Christmas Eve alone to end my day would help show me more of the love, light, and goodness that this season purports to celebrate, but it most certainly did indeed. As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, On the Twenty-Third Day of December, I have not felt well physically and emotionally, and this morning, I took action to begin the healing process.
This morning, I treated myself to a visit to one of the local emergency rooms where I was diagnosed with dehydration and a flare up of my usually (and thankfully) dormant ulcerative colitis. After having two liters of fluids and a dose of steroids administered, I was discharged and came home to relax. I also returned home to calls, text, and Facebook messages from family and friends expressing care and concern for me, and it was just what the doctor ordered. It also boosted my spirits to see so many kind words in the comment section of yesterday’s post from so many of you, and it reminded me that even though we have not met, we are a community of writers who share our stories and parts of lives with one another and come to care about each other. So, I thank each and every one of you for your kindness!
My boss and co-workers also showed me the meaning of the Christmas spirit with their calls and texts expressing their concern and offering their support. One of my co-workers really showed how kind and generous he is when he volunteered to work in my place tomorrow, so, I can focus on getting well. We are more than just co-workers, we are a family of sorts, and I am so grateful to work alongside them.
I also was so appreciative of all of those who expressed empathy for, and concern about, my resurgence of anxiety. I wish no-one else had to deal with it, but whenever someone shared their story, it reminded me that I am not alone. While my struggle with anxiety these last nearly four years has been somewhat invisible, it has meant a lot to me when others lovingly and non-judgmentally treat me as they do when I suffer from a physical ailment or injury. This concern helps me more than words can convey.
So, I find it quite appropriate to end this day curled up on my couch wrapped in a fluffy blanket while I watch “It’s A Wonderful Life”, as it is a wonderful life indeed, even if doesn’t always go quite as planned, thanks to challenges along the way.
Just one thing each day . . .