Inspired to share my experience healing as naturally as I can, from whatever, I started writing this content in January 2017. So, I’m actually 3 months in the future– its April 6th, really. Is that backwards transmuting?
January 3, 2017
While healing myself of different things in many different modalities isn’t new, what is new is my response to my chest pain on Saturday morning. You see I’ve had chest pains on and off for about two years. When I started the AIP protocol last January I persisted for 6 weeks with the diet, then stopped. I started again in June and am just starting reintroductions now. Black pepper is up first in my oral challenge.
Anyhow, all that is to say, when I went to the doctors complaining of shortness of breath, feeling unable to take deep breaths, and chest pains, I was advised to relax, breathe deeper and stop drinking coffee. I resented and loved this advice. I felt that as a stay at home mother of two kids under 9, that I was entitled to drink as much coffee as necessary to handle the day. My complaints were rebuffed by the doctor, a mom of three, immediately who stated that if she could do it– stop drinking coffee and still parent, anyone can.
For July, August and September, I noticed that I had no chest pains at all. I really felt that eliminating coffee had made a difference. However, they returned sometime in November and have been on and off, very mild, at seemingly random times. This past Saturday I did a super low intensity dance workout and found a sharpness in my chest, in the last 5 minutes. I sat down, with a humble honoring of what my body was asking for in that moment.
So, for today, I am going to borrow your bravery dear reader. I am calling my doctor’s office to see when a good time to come in is.
I have a feeling that I will get a referral to a cardiologist. As I did last year’s physical. Although, I am embarrassed to admit that I didn’t follow up. Two attempts at calling the office number provided didn’t work. Trying to google the doctors name didn’t work. I stopped there. I didn’t call back my primary doctor to ask for the information. No. I decided to not follow up. Call it resistance. Call it laziness. Call it fear.
Here I am a year later, with more fear and greater resolve. I know that my insurance won’t cover the functional practitioners that I would love to see. I know that if I want to locate my problem and solve it, I’m going to want to be a thorough as possible. So, I will start with what I have. I have insurance coverage for an allopathic MD, and an allopathic Cardiologist. I will also consult the medical intuitive and if I need to, a functional cardiologist, out of pocket.
I am determined to build a recovery path for myself. I’m not sure what that looks like yet.