You know what my problem is? I’m a problem solver. I look for problems. That habit, which might be genetic, is the antithesis of being present. And I seem to prefer problems that are unsolvable.

But something magical, or at least mystical, happened last night while I was sleeping. Because I woke with absolutely no desire for coffee. I woke completely content. I’m not even mad at the cat for waking me. Maybe it’s just that the humidity has let up. Whatever it is, I’ll take it.

“I do not understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.” – Anne Lamott

The results of last week’s CT scan and bloodwork came back. Good news and bad news: everything looks normal. The recommendation is to call or go to the ER should the symptoms return. Excuse me?! I’ve been sick for a month. Fever, vomiting, pain. Was I imagining that I was sick as a dog? I don’t ever want the symptoms to return! As the Resident Alien would say, “this is some bullshit.”

We all know the medical industry (let’s call it what it is) is broken. The insurance corporations are in charge now. We are pretty much on our own here. That is certainly how I feel today. We have to be our own advocates – and that means detectives. But I don’t think that is necessarily a bad thing. We have to start taking more responsibility for our own health and not being so dependent on doctors to fix us. By the time we are too ill to handle it ourselves, our bodies (and our psyches) have been trying to get our attention for a long time. I know mine has. I wasn’t listening; it would have meant change, less cake and more arugula. Blech.

That said, I insisted on a referral to a gastroenterologist. I’m not waiting to see what happens. I am feeling much better, fortunately. Of course, I’m eating a lot less – and no carbs or sugar, no spices, no fats, no taste of any kind. Having missed a few days of taking my prescription antidepressant when I couldn’t keep anything down, I went ahead and weaned myself off of that. I want to baby my liver, not tax it. I’ll revisit that decision in the middle of the dark winter, but we’ll see. My metabolism certainly seems to be improving.

Now if I could just change that old habit of looking for problems to solve…and all of us here know what that means, right? It means keeping ourselves creating. Living creatively. Allowing for grace. Looking for what might be right with us. That’s where the healing lives.