Sometimes it’s not enough to just push through. I hit a little bit of rough patch last week. I eagerly waited in the what I call the ‘panic’ room for the Doctor to come in and break the bad news. “Sorry Tanya, you have carpal tunnel and you will require surgery. You will have to take a few weeks off work and recover”, I dreaded in my head. My wrist and hand had been in some discomfort for some days and this time it lingered more than just a week. I figured I should make most of my hard-earned insurance and see the doctor. Thankfully, it turned out to be something different and without the dreaded portion of the surgery. My doctor and I discussed some lifestyle changes I have to make and thus, implement them. I’ve been on a wrist brace, and as I write this, I have my tiny wrists resting on this orthopedic armrest thing (because I have no better way to describe this device).

As if things couldn’t get worst, I broke out in hives the next day. I had an allergic reaction to some dried grass I jumped in when doing a shoot the day before. I prayed for it to get better and alas ended up having to call the nurse. As I waited for her diagnose (which to this date, still am unsure which was the perpetrating trigger), I kept scratching profusely waking my dear hubby from his sleep. A Zyrtec and slather of Cortisone later, I knew I had to come to the conclusion that even though I was tickling all over, I had to stop. Not just stop scratching, but stop thinking I’m this metahuman (can you tell? I’m a Marvel Comics fan thanks to the hubby) that can keep going at the speed of light without an inch of a stoplight in the way (yes, just referred to the Flash). I just needed to stop so much that my body is screaming inside and out to stop and rest.

After a few days of bed rest and Eucalyptus baths, I’m resuming at a much more evenly paced speed. Sometimes, you can’t just push through, you have to stop and heal, or stop and enjoy what’s happening around you. Stop and smell the roses.

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