Trusting body messages
Hello sweet sensitives...today I write about not giving up when my body keeps sending me messages, even when I've been dismissed. (Audio too if you'd rather listen!) 🥀🌷
The world may want me disconnected from my body. I may run from its urges and needs. I often submit to or ignore its whims. But when something is happening that warrants a doctor’s attention, I follow through.
If it is serious enough to go through the fraught business of finding the doctor, making the appointment, waiting for the appointment date to arrive, going to the doctor, and engaging with the doctor, I know that I will have to get to the bottom of it.
My aversion to being hindered in my day-to-day movements and anxiety about a problem becoming worse keep me taking steps forward. I do not like blood, stitches, tons of medication, and long recovery times.
I do not want the bigger, more complex procedure because I waited too long to act on it. I will get it checked out even though I don’t want to deal with it.
Unfortunately, sometimes medical professionals don’t listen to my concerns or take me seriously. I get the sense they think I’m making it up, because it isn’t obvious to them upon looking at me.
I had an experience like this back in April, where I went to a doctor, paid fully for the visit because my deductible wasn’t met, only to have him dismiss my issue out of hand, and give me a wishy-washy answer to my problem that was causing me waves of pain. I felt ignored and upset. I paid for an appointment that gave me nothing to work with. I knew he was being lazy.
A month later, the pain was persisting, sending me notes of discomfort. I couldn’t ignore it, and I couldn’t go back to the first doctor because I knew what he would say. “Nothing has changed. Nothing looks wrong.”
So, I reached back into the archives of my brain to remember another doctor I’ve been to, whom I had an excellent experience with, but whose office had relocated, and I’d lost touch with where they went. With a little digging, I found where the person was and made the appointment for another month’s time.
I knew this pain would not go away. It wanted to be known, and it was knocking.
So, yesterday the appointment arrived, and guess what? This doctor not only believed what I said, but performed a little procedure to help, gave me a tip on how to manage the pain, AND let me know why the pain was occurring in the first place. I left empowered with a game plan, knowledge about what was going on, and assurance that what I was feeling was legitimate.
Being a sensitive person can be subtle to someone else’s eye. In fact, my sensitivity can appear so small that I will be glossed over in medical settings. I’m not extreme enough for a lot of doctors to take note.
The only thing I can think of is what might take another person a long time to feel in their body, I sense at the smallest degrees, and right away.
Being a sensitive flower means I must advocate for myself even more and find the medical professionals who take the time, who listen, and honor my experience. All in all, I am grateful for this ability. I have probably cut major sicknesses in half because of this knowledge.
What about you?
Do you have any examples of trusting your sensitive nature regarding your health? Let me know!
Bye for now, and stay gold, Kimberly
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