Perspective

A monthly visit to the phlebotomist seems to be the most difficult task for me. Not because I am fearful of needles but more out of its pure inconvenience.

As a stroke survivor, I have to take a blood thinner, called Warfarin, to prevent me from having another stroke. Warfarin is a tricky drug. It requires monthly moderation because if undetected, your blood could get so thin that you internally bleed. And a simple change in diet (along with the prescription) could affect your blood level.

Today was my blood draw day. I waited to see a phlebotomist for 1.5 hours due to my lab order being misplaced. Complaining in my head and finding myself getting a bit short with the phlebotomist, I took a look around the room. Across from me sat a man in his mid thirties, accompanied by (what I am assuming was) his parents. I was immediately humbled. His ability to function was that similar to a stroke victim. Mouth partially paralyzed. Eyes not having the ability to focus. Needing help walking with not only a walker but also two grown adults. Slurring of his words.

All I thought was, “that could have been me.” Geez Linds, and here you are complaining about how long it is taking to get you blood drawn. A blood draw that ensures you that you will never have a stroke again. Talk about putting things into perspective.

Sometimes, all it takes is changing our immediate perspective to find content in the moment and give thanks to all you have.

Changing our perspective allows us to be humble, give thanks and receive hope. Instead of focusing on the negativity in your life, shift your perspective. Write down all the things that you are thankful for. My advice is not a “cure all” but it could be a step in the right direction for you. And we only ever achieve a goal one step at a time.

Hugs,
Linds