It’s flu season. The little one caught the virus almost a week ago and after three days, the mom followed suit (not that she desired it.) It was a good thing that no medication was required. It was as if the kiddo just acted sick and changed his mind later. Except for the Paracetamol syrup, he did not take anything else. On the other hand, hub had to accompany me to the clinic as I started to feel under the weather. I had had recurring headaches and dizziness. I also had dry cough and itchy, burning throat occasionally relieved by Bactidol rinse.
The doc had me undergo blood tests – lipid profile and FBS to check my cholesterol level and blood sugar. The results showed beyond normal triglyceride and bad cholesterol levels. My blood sugar hit just the boundary. This means I will have to content myself to just looking at JCO lovers with envy and pain. Hu,hu,hu. Good bye, Al Capone and Oreology.
Indeed, when our health fails, it is the time that we pause and take stock of things. “When health is lost, something is lost,” so an anonymous person asserts. What is it that we lose when we get sick? I would like to think it is the confidence and control over our life. When you are hale and healthy, you seem to be on top of the game—almost invincible. You have rainbows to chase, rosy paths to tread, mountains to scale. You feel like this life (even if we know it is just a fleeting shadow) will never end.
When health scare hits you, you realize life is indeed just a “mist” that appears for a little while. You take the time to ponder on what truly matters. The physical pain and suffering brings us to a point when we look deeply into our hearts and attend to the longings of our soul. Personally, I tend to run into the Father’s lap and meditate on the physical suffering our Lord went through as he was lashed, beaten, spat upon—as he carried the cross, and hung on it limply, until he breathed his last.
Truly, whatever physical infirmity I may experience as a result of failing health is nothing compared to what our savior went through. The thing is, he never deserved to suffer. I probably did (oh yeah, I did) because I may have indulged too much in Carbonara, beef casserole and cheesy, sauce-laden dishes that turned my cholesterol levels haywire. My pain may be the result of too much pleasure, lack of self-control and unconcern for my health. I focused more on satisfying my palate than nourishing my body. Hence, whatever it is I experience now is a result of my freewill—of wrong eating decisions. Hu,hu. I hope it is not yet too late to make amends. (Oh, hey. It is just my cholesterol level that I need to bring down within normal limits, and of course, control the carbs.)
I am on Simvastatin for two months. Add to this a drastic change in diet and lifestyle, and voila, I hope to be fit as a fiddle after my medication. I also need to go back to my 30-minute daily brisk walking regime which I used to do last year. Ugggh. Consistency, girl –that’s what I ought to strive for. (This is a real struggle for me even in other areas of my life – learning to play the keyboard, personal devotions, writing – the list goes on). But first things first. In the mean time, getting my health back is tops.
Thank you Father God for all things work together for good of those who love you. Even our health scare has a purpose – to make us come to terms with our fated mortality, for us to number our days and turn to you – the only giver and taker of life. Truly, it is not the physical that matters, but the eternal.
“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal.” (I Cor 4:18).