06/16/2021
It doesn't matter that my primary care doctor is absolutely phenomenal, I love her to pieces, and I have never felt anything but comfortable here. Still, that flares up when I start getting within ten miles of her place. I'm often finding myself in medical office parking lots, a few minutes before my appointment, trying desperately to calm down. Today was no exception. Leaving home, my heart rate was about 120, I didn't even want to know what my blood pressure was, and I was really struggling to take a deep breath. 😮
The thing is, before, I didn't have any tools to deal with this and then a lot of doctors would get these high readings and assume things about my health that weren't true. Enter pranayama. This limb of yoga, or slice of the yoga pizza as I tell some of my students, is so incredibly vital and important to my life. Not only did starting my breathing exercises when I was halfway here really help me calm down and focus on the road and the cars around me, but I could feel it starting to relax me and soothe irrational fears about my appointment. When I pulled into the parking lot 10 minutes early, I spent eight of those doing a deep relaxing breath, really focusing on where the air was going, and repeating to myself that I was safe. 20 total minutes of breathwork, and my heart rate had dropped to 76. When I had my blood pressure taken, it was 120 over 70. Can't ask for much better than that. 😁
I know it's not November, but a spirit of gratitude shouldn't be exclusively 1/12 of the year. So therefore, today, I feel for having the training in yoga to teach me how to calm down my own body, a doctor who cares about me, supports me, and helps me in so many ways that no other doctor has, and a platform from which I can share this with others and let them know that there are safe medical facilities out there where you will be treated with respect. And there's also hope for those who want to work on anxiety that does such a number on our Vital Signs.