I woke up this morning after a weekend of a mysteriously sore chest feeling like I was sick. Head stuffy, chest sore, cranky... and thought "No wonder I dreamt I was sick... I still am. Oh, they better find a way to fix this or I'll have a few choice things to say to them."
That's when I realized my doctors can only do so much, and they're trying! Which is more than I can say for myself these days. I'm getting by. I'm doing only what needs to be done to feel the immediate effect of it. It needs to end.
I need to put 110% percent into myself because no one else can. Other people can provide me tools to do so, but ultimately I have to make the choice for myself, to take the utmost care of myself that I can.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not throwing my meds out or skipping meals. I'm just not consistant enough. I used to be consistant with a capital 'C'. I started to pride myself on how consistant I was. I was never consistant as a kid but in January 2009 I started a journey of 'Me,' and that journey came with consistency. Today I am deciding that I want it back.
Sometimes I fall into the trap that consistency is a sacrifice. Well, I have to sacrifice 30 minutes of sleep so I can get up and do my vest. I have to sacrifice my time out so I can squeeze in a Cayston treatment at home. It is not a sacrifice if it's important, it is not a sacrifice is it is constant. It is a duty. It is the way it needs to be. A way of life, and with the consistency, a good life, a healthy life. My life.
However no one can make me consistant. I have to want it, to choose it, for my own. So today, here at this very early moment I am deciding I need to re-evaluate my commitment to myself and all those who love me and step it up. I'm through relying on antibiotics to make me feel better. I can feel better if I work hard enough, with the right tools and right now, that's what I'm challenging myself. Work harder, breathe easier....consistently.