2011

Ob la di, ob la da, life goes on

Ob la di, ob la da, life goes on
[caption id="attachment_4214" align="alignleft" width="346" caption="Just chilling at St. Paul's E.R."] [/caption]

It's been a week since I had my first true blue health scare.  Well, I guess that's what some would call it, but truthfully it felt more like a slap in the face.  I mean come on now!  How much healthier can I be?  Between training, eating healthy and trying to live a relatively stress free life, who would have thought that I, Dai Manuel (a.k.a. The Moose), would have a health "concern" at the ripe old age of 35?!  Well, goes to show you, that you just never know.

Now with my little tirade out of my system I want to be honest with you.  The last couple weeks have been confusing at best and filled with mixed emotions ( based on lack of training... LOL!  I get irritable when I can't workout ).  Mornings are great, but come mid-afternoon all I want to do is nap.  I'm actually growing quite fond of my mid-afternoon nap attacks, but moving forward I think calling them "siestas" sounds much more exotic.  So let's go with that, my mid-afternoon siesta has become common place.   Physically I know my body needs the rest right now while my body is healing itself, but mentally all I want to do is throw down some CrossFit workouts and drop some weights, and just get back to my daily routine.

You might be wondering what exactly happened?  By matter of fluke, 2 weeks ago I went in for a seemingly routine visit to the doctor to see if I needed some antibiotics for an infection I had on my tongue of all places.  This doctor, who just happened to be doing a shift at my local walk-in clinic just happens to be a immunologist by specialization.  In looking at my file for the past 6-months, he obviously saw some patterns which he wanted to check out more and he sent me for a full blood scan.  The next morning I got a call from the doctor requesting that I head in to the hospital immediately to run a series of tests as my scan came back with some rather alarming info.  As he explained, I have nearly no neutrophils and my white blood cell count is dangerously low, so much so that if I were to get sick, I'd have to be put on an I.V. antibiotic drip immediately.  Craziness I tell you!

Long and short of it all, they have ruled out pretty much everything they can via blood tests, ultrasounds etc… but one last test remains which is a bone marrow biopsy. I go in this morning to St. Paul’s for this little procedure.   This should give them the info they are looking for and then we can at least know what’s what.  I’m very positive that the results will be good and what I am dealing with is something that is fully treatable.

When I take a step back and look at the last 2-weeks in retrospect, I realize the hardest part is coming to the realization that I'm not 10 feet tall and bullet proof... well somebody lied to me along the way, LOL!  But you know what, I still feel like I'm 10 feet tall and bullet proof and I don't need anyone to tell me otherwise.  As Popeye says, "I am what I am!"

There it is, my “health” in 30-seconds.

3, 2, 1 go!  Next play...
Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and griefs which we endure help us in our marching onward. ~ Henry Ford
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