Being a Patient Takes Patience
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This summer I learned that being a patient takes a lot of…. well, patience!
In early July, I became very sick with Pneumonia. Early on, I assumed it was a simple chest cold. But as the weeks went by, after two doctors’ visits, I just was not getting any better. Ultimately, I had to be admitted into the hospital where I stayed for two full weeks.
Those who know me know that I am an active person. And being me, I didn’t take it very well.
I missed going to the gym, taking long walks, even just sitting outside for fresh air. It was all a huge adjustment for me. Not only being away from everything I loved, but being in a place that is loud, bright, and had many new faces several times a day. Some days, it felt like too much.
Eventually I realized that I would just have to be patient. Patient with myself and the time it takes to heal and recuperate, and patient with everyone around me who was working hard to help me. Recuperating is not fast, but it doesn’t have to be torture either.
I’ve been home for a few weeks now. Yesterday I learned that I could start going back to the gym and exercise in moderation. And next week, I get to return to my full-time job. I can’t wait!
This was a hard summer, and I learned a lot about myself. Life is slowly getting back to normal.