The Battle is Over

After battling a kidney stone for a couple of days, I’m on the mend. This isn’t the first time I’ve had them but this time seemed a bit different. Jeff took care of me and saw me through it.  The good news is, I have found an English speaking Dr. who does urgent care too.

It makes all the difference when you’re in a vulnerable position, in a place that is not as familiar as you’re used to, to find a knowledgeable healthcare provider that can help you navigate. Both Jeff and I feel better now and we’re going to go for complete physicals in a couple of weeks..

The older I get, the more I realize how important my health is. I can’t just muscle through things like I used to. Can’t just brush it off or take things for granted any more. Case in point, I suffer from a few food allergies now and, while we’ve been here, I’ve not been as diligent as I should be on making sure I’m OK to eat certain foods. Not wanting to muddle through the communication barriers in restaurants. But mostly, I just don’t like to bother anyone or call attention to it. Even back in the US I felt this way. So I have let it slide. No more.

If we want to enjoy living here, that means being healthy. And a big part of that is just being smart about things. It’s OK not to be invincible. It’s OK to ask for help. And it’s OK to admit that I don’t have it all figured out.

To celebrate my recovery and promote convalescence, Jeff is taking me on a little excursion and while I’m going to take it slow, I’m ready to get out of bed. Life’s too short to spend horizontal. The weather on the Med is getting better and better every day. A day of enjoying the sun is on the agenda and I think it’s the best prescription for a swift recovery.