Marg is back, yāall. And sheās here with a lesson. Last night on our community call, I told the team about how Marg was bornāduring my hospital stay after my accident. Both of my lungs were punctured and collapsed. Between that and my paralysis, breathing was hard enough, but me being stubborn didnāt help. I refused to do the breathing exercises they gave me because I just didnāt feel like it. š¤¦āāļø Wellā¦ that decision cost me. I developed pneumonia, my oxygen levels kept tanking, and the doctors started pushing to trache me (aka put a hole in my throat for a breathing tube). And yāall, the vain girl in me was like, "Absolutely not. No way am I having a butthole scar on my neck." š But hereās the thing about avoiding what needs to be doneāit doesnāt make it go away. It just makes it worse. And eventually, I ran out of options. I had to get the trache. At first, the hole was so big I couldnāt even make a sound. A full week of silence. And if you know me, you know thatās a struggle. Then they downsized my trache from an 8 to a 6, and suddenly, I could make a sound when I covered it with my fingers. And the first thing that came out? Marg. Marg had the raspiest, chain-smoking, no-nonsense voice, and my family lost it. To this day, we still laugh about it. But looking back, the real lesson? Handle what needs to be handled before it handles you. I couldāve saved myself a whole lot of suffering if I had just done what was necessary instead of what was comfortable. And that applies to everything in life. So with me being sick this week, sounding like I smoke a pack of Redās a day, Marg had to make her grand return. š If you missed her last night, donāt worryāsheāll probably pop up again. Until then, let this be your sign: stop dragging your feet on what needs to be done. The sooner you do it, the easier life gets.
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