“There are . . . .” I panted, “fruit, ah cherries . . . .for your smoothie.” I was breathless as though I had run a marathon, and yet all I had done was get out of bed and organise breakfast. Then there was the tingling in my limbs, the memory loss, the pounding of my heart from merely getting out of bed that had all been getting progressively worse over the course of the week. I was only in my mid 20s; this was ridiculous. Magnesium tablets had taken the edge of the symptoms for the past week, but now it was only just working.
“Are you breathless, Liz?” my husband asked in concern, and I nodded.
Half an hour later we took ourselves off to the emergency room in our small town. The doctor said I walked like an 80 year old, and I didn’t have the energy to pick up my nursling one year old, and after several hours was packaged off by ambulance to our nearest city hospital for further tests and heart monitoring.
Dr after Dr ran tests and we ruled out a blood clot to the lungs, and the test for damage to the heart returned negative.
Had I been stressed recently? they asked, and apparently I mumbled some incoherent answer, because they took my husband off and he explained every blessed thing that had stressed me out over the past month.
And eventually a diagnosis came: slight swelling to the heart from the cold we’d had the previous weekend, accentuated by stress and anxiety. The treatment: deep breathing and 2 bags of fluid, then sent home at 10pm, with a cheerful baby playing peekaboo around hospital curtains.
I never expected I would be hospitalised for stress and anxiety.
I was the one who wrote about being strong in the ER and overcoming by the power of the WORD and controlling your thoughts. How I’d nearly gone into labour because of my thoughts and the change that came when I pulled them into line with God’s Word. I’ve also written about how anxiety can be caused by spiritual attack and how to deal with it, but I never expected the physical side of it to knock me out flat in a hospital bed.
I learnt three things from that hospital visit.
- Compassion for others, and as I quietly shared my story, I heard how many others in my immediate circle of friends had also been hospitalised for the same. (I’d been praying for compassion, just didn’t expect it to happen quite that way)
- The Drs never once suggested magnesium, and yet that has been a huge key for me not slipping back into exhaustion. In articles I read, it said that stress and anxiety can cause similar symptoms to a heart attack, and the stress of not knowing what it is can perpetuate it, until you get it checked out. Magnesium is also a huge boost for heart health and brain function. (Yes, the deep breathing has been helping, and has prevented the pins and needles coming back)
- If your body is genuinely exhausted, it needs rest. God can heal you miraculously; like He did with my husband who was struggling with adrenal fatigue earlier in the year, and He can also get you to put boundaries in place, eat healthy and slow down. Things like poor communication can build up and cause health issues, if we try and do everything ourselves and don’t express expectations to those around us. My friend Racheal has written about in regards to her thyroid.
Our amazing house church family, who we have only known for a year, pulled together and has helped us with baby sitting, meals and talking through issues, along with my sister who lives with us. Thank you to you all, through it we are victorious, because of Christ’s death and resurrection.
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