Swimming Through It

I know I’m all about flying - been that way for as long as I can remember. But right now, seems more like I’m swimming through the muck of doctors appointments, research, and managing my day-to-day health while working full time and spending time with friends before moving back across the country. 

But the thing about dealing with chronic health problems is you learn a lot about yourself and your loved ones. I’ve learned that just because  I mentally CAN push through just about anything doesn’t mean I SHOULD push through it all. I’ve learned that I have a breaking point, but that breaking point can vary on different days. I’ve learned how supportive my loved ones are, through all the ups and downs. I’ve learned that all the people I’ve chosen to include in my life are worth every minute. I’ve learned that, despite dealing with more health challenges than ever before, I can still put aside my own needs to be there for others. And that final one is probably what makes me most happy and optimistic through all of this. 


I have not had a chance recently to literally test the waters and see if my body can tolerate some light swimming now as exercise. In fact, all the exercise I’ve been getting is my 10,000 steps I get every day just by working as a pediatric physical therapist, along with my PT sessions (as a patient) twice a week. But despite my lack of physical fitness right now, I am happy that, when faced with a situation that would be easy to drown in, I am swimming my way through. 

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