After visiting my doctor for a routine physical and bloodwork, I learned that my Iron and B12 levels were severely low. So much so, that he scheduled me to be hospitalized so that I can receive IV’s to replenish the levels. The process will take 8 hours he said, plan to stay overnight. Instead of being concerned about my health and running to Google to figure out just what was going on with my body, my heart started beating a bit faster – not from worry but from excitement. Hospital you say? As in A FULL NIGHT’S REST? Somebody ring the alarm!!! Wait – before you ring the alarm – Sign. Me. Up.
After I finished silently celebrating and was really able to digest what I was celebrating about – I quickly came crashing down. Am I really celebrating a hospital visit? What do I need to escape from so badly that I am willing to be prodded, eat crappy food, and sleep in a germ-infested bed? I mean sheesh…..my life is great, right? I have a roof over my head, I have a family that I adore, a great network of friends, I get to take a few vacations each year…..what more can I want? I want sleep, that’s what I want. I want a slice of quiet. I want the permission to rest. The hospital, to me – was a place where you can get all of that. If you say, “I’m in the hospital”, then that deadline can rationally get pushed. Those texts don’t have to be answered in a nano second. The husband will have to pack the lunches, and wipe the snot, and do the homework. The trainer will cut you some slack. There will be no guilt in catching up on your shows. You get my drift….right?
So, it’s not that I am really looking forward to a hospital visit – literally. I am looking forward to disconnecting. And the A-ha moment is that I don’t have to wait until my body screams “Help!” to disconnect. It’s really simple. It’s a choice. One that I will be making more often, and I hope you do the same.