Continuation of my Second Life Day saga. Catch up to the previous post here, or start from the beginning.
Through it all, I was beginning to have an awakening, a shift. I realized early on that I had no love for the contact centre. I needed to get out, but I had no goals or dreams on which to set my sights. It was through happenstance, and through my own excelling in my job, that a direction presented itself to me. Having gone through 3-4 different training sessions and getting to know my trainer, Colin, I realized that this was something I would enjoy doing. Plus, it would circle back on my plan to teach. I may not have been accepted to the university program a few years earlier, but I could still wind up on the same path, taking a circuitous journey to get there. This realization began to jolt me out of my routine.
I took a look at my life and my health and realized things were not optimal. While I had never been a model of physical fitness, I had unquestionably fallen over the past few years. I had gained a lot of weight and had become rather sedentary. Yes, I would go for walks periodically, but the overeating and diet were a far cry from a healthy lifestyle. I decided I needed to do something. So off to join a gym I went.
Over the course of 5-6 months, I became a regular at my local gym. My new daily routine became – work, gym, movies, sleep, repeat. In conjunction with the new physical regiment, I became more conscious of what I was eating. I didn’t do a full 180º but I routinely began making better choices. These two points would come into play in March of 2008 as my diabetic odyssey continued.
With a career path now in mind, I worked tirelessly to shine in my current job. I wanted to be sure that if/when an opportunity presented itself, I would be equipped to make a play for it. Step 1 was obtaining a permanent position. No sooner had I expressed this desire internally, I was offered a permanent job. On February 25, 2008, I signed my letter of offer, accepting a permanent position within the contact centre. Along with a permanent job came health benefits. Being an “immortal 20-something” year old, I had not been overly concerned with health benefits. I had not bothered signing up for an individual policy after the coverage I had through my mother’s policy lapsed with my leaving university. Now, I had full health and dental benefits. And they were free! One of the perks of working for an insurance provider.
By this time, I had been suffering through my cotton-mouth for a couple of weeks. Following my phone call to my doctor’s office, I started feeling a bit off, but thankfully, the weekend was nearing. I spent the entire weekend not eating. My mouth was just too dry. It hurt my throat to swallow food. So I drank lots of liquids, keeping myself hydrated at least. I had so little energy from the lack of food and sleep that I would crash on my couch, pass out and only get up to stumble my way into the kitchen for another drink or a trip to the bathroom. Then, I would stumble into my bedroom and pass out on my bed. And then back for a drink/to bathroom, and back to the couch. This routine went on for two full days. Saturday and Sunday consisted of me getting up to get a drink, collapsing on the couch or bed, and repeating ad nauseum. It would take every ounce of energy I had in my body to even get up and shuffle across my tiny basement apartment.
At some point on Sunday night, I awoke and rushed (or as fast as I could move since I wasn’t very speedy at this point) to the bathroom just in time to spew up everything in my body. Given that I had not eaten any solid food in days, and urinated every ounce of liquid that I drank, it would stand to reason that there would not be much for me to expulse from my body. But was I ever wrong. I retched and heaved for nearly 15 minutes straight. To this day, I do not know what came out of my body. Maybe it was some demon-spawn that had been inhabiting me, and I decided to vacate it from the premises.
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