So, I was thinking about something a few days ago. About 2 and a half yrs ago I started having these breathing problems, just as I was getting ready to back in to the Army. I saw so many specialists, allergists, etc. I had asthma tests, I went to a breathing clinic at the University of Michigan. I had CT scans of my chest with the radioactive fluid. I had blood draws, arterial blood draws with anesthetic, and stress tests. I had sonograms of my heart and injections that made my heart rate go up. All of this lasted up until about a year ago. All the doctors said that , with the exception of sending me to a psychyatrist, they've done all they can for me. No results or tests ever came back positive.
I then embarked on the hardest thing I think I ever had to do in my life. Harder that basic training. I made a week long trip to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota by myself. Now, I love being alone, and it was awesome being able to spend a week in that hotel all by myself, but I hate doctors. I spent a week up there being poked and prodded, checked and rechecked. All in a huge hospital that absolutly scared the shit out of me. After it all was over they said it was probably in my head because nothing came up positive.
I guess after it all was over, that one experiance taught me the meaning of being an man. There come times in life where the unknown is looking you in the face and while it would be easy to sit there and do nothing, sometimes you have to take control of your life and do what it takes to fix the problems. I look back on that week with great fondness because it was an adventure. I was very scared shitlessvbeing there by myself, but after it was all said and done, I'm glad I pushed myself to take the journey.
Later
Epilouge: I get called back to the Army, they say I have depression and anxiety, so I'm in a combat zone with my Zoloft and Lorazepam as we speak
I then embarked on the hardest thing I think I ever had to do in my life. Harder that basic training. I made a week long trip to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota by myself. Now, I love being alone, and it was awesome being able to spend a week in that hotel all by myself, but I hate doctors. I spent a week up there being poked and prodded, checked and rechecked. All in a huge hospital that absolutly scared the shit out of me. After it all was over they said it was probably in my head because nothing came up positive.
I guess after it all was over, that one experiance taught me the meaning of being an man. There come times in life where the unknown is looking you in the face and while it would be easy to sit there and do nothing, sometimes you have to take control of your life and do what it takes to fix the problems. I look back on that week with great fondness because it was an adventure. I was very scared shitlessvbeing there by myself, but after it was all said and done, I'm glad I pushed myself to take the journey.
Later
Epilouge: I get called back to the Army, they say I have depression and anxiety, so I'm in a combat zone with my Zoloft and Lorazepam as we speak