Rose Geranium Essential Oil 10 ml – 100% Pure, Undiluted, Natural & Therapeutic Grade

 

I bought and received this Rose Geranium Essential Oil from Amazon. It’s made and sold by Gya Labs.

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This product appeals to me mostly because I get a lot of nerve pain in my shoulders and back. WebMD suggested that this oil can be applied and used to help with nerve pain. The bottle also says it can help with anxiety. Seeing as nerve pain can lead to anxiety and anxiety can lead to nerve pain, it seemed like a good fit.

According to the product information on Amazon:

About the product
Botanical Name: Pelargonium roseum
Our Guarantee: If you are not TOTALLY satisified with our product, receive a FULL REFUND from us, no questions asked.
Quality: 100% PURE & THERAPEUTIC – undiluted, no fillers, bases or additives. Distillation facility is GMP, ISO9001 & FDA registered.
Benefits & Uses: TICK REPELLENT Rose Geranium masks your human scent! It can also be used to repel fleas for dogs. SCALP use with shampoo for a fragrant, fresh and radiant looking hair. BODY massage onto the abdomen area as a natural herbal treatment to promote wellbeing and comfort during times of menstrual cycle or menopause changes.
Gya Labs is SUPERIOR as it only offers the finest grade of essential oils for blending and pairing: Bay Leaf, Bergamot, Cinnamon Cassia, Cedarwood, Cinnamon Bark, Citronella, Clary Sage, Clove Bud, Eucalyptus, Frankincense, Grapefruit, Lavandin, Lavender, Lemon, Lemongrass, Lime, May Chang, Mandarin, Melissa, Myrrh, Neroli, Patchouli, Peppermint, Petitgrain, Pine Needle, Roman Chamomile, Rose Geranium, Rose Otto, Rosemary, Rosewood, Sweet Orange, Tangerine, Tea Tree, Thyme, Ylang Ylang.

I can’t really speak for its other uses, but I can say that I applied the oil to my should last night and I slept like a baby. I’ll keep using it in the next week to keep you updated on its relaxing effects.

Until next time…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B075QZFKYM

 

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غذاؤك علاجك – Your Food Is Your Remedy باقة من المعلومات الصحية الطريفة… ج. 2 — حيل #صحية مجنونة

باقة من المعلومات الصحية الطريفة. نصائح وحيل صحية مجنونة

فوائد #الشاي ج. 1 – ستدهشك فوائد شاي أوراق الجوافة – The Health Benefits of #Guava Leaves Tea شجرة الجوافة تنمو في المناطق الاستوائية والشبه استوائية. وهي تكثر في أمريكا الجنوبية وشمال أفريقيا. ثمرة وأوراق الجوافة لها فوائد كثيرة لصحة الانسان.

غذاؤك #علاجك# – Your #Food Is Your #Remedy فوائد #صحية مذهلة لزيت #الزيتون – Amazing #Health Benefits of Olive Oil

زيت الزيتون، زيت الشجرة المباركة ، هبة وهبنا الله بها لكي نقي بها أجسامنا ونحفظها من الأمراض. لقد استخدم زيت الزيتون منذ القدم لاحتوائه على الكثير من الفوائد، وما زال جزءاً لا يتجزأ من تراثنا الشرقي العريق، فنحن لا نستغني عنه في المطبخ وفي استخدامه للتداوي والعلاج. لعلّ هذا الفيديو يفيدك بالمعلومات لكي تبقي زيت الزيتون عادة في حياتك، لحياة افضل!

فوائد مثبتة للحبة السوداء – حبة البركة

غذاؤك علاجك – Your Food Is Your Remedy


فوائد العسل المذهلة — لا تحصى ولا تعد

غذاؤك علاجك – Your Food Is Your Remedy

Year of Firsts: So Behind

I have been away from my Year of Firsts updates for so long. Just because I haven’t been updating doesn’t mean that I broke my New Year’s Resolution. Recap for those of you who haven’t been here, I made a NYE Resolution to have one new experience a day for the entire of 2018. No matter how big or small the experience, it all still counts.

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I’m going to jump right into it and hopefully catch you up to where I am now while explaining why I’ve been away.

February 5th-

As some of you may know, I was diagnosed with a sizeable yet benign myofibroma in the roof of my mouth. It was an active tumour and was growing. It was eating away at my bone and am told that I was close to developing a fistula, as it was growing into my nose. February 5th was my surgery date. I was so nervous. I’ve had surgery before, but nothing this extreme. Moments before the operation, I was in a room with medical staff running here and there. It was super busy and others were getting surgery and it’s hectic. So hectic that it contributed to my anxiety. My blood pressure was through the roof, so they opted to give me some Valium before the surgery to chill me out. It was weird. I felt that drug hit me within minutes, it was administered via IV so that’s not surprising. But still, I felt like a drunk person. It was so weird.  I remember being wheeled into the operating room and there was an entire wall of shelves with what I imagine was supplies. After they put me on the bed, I don’t remember anything. I was out. Next thing I knew, the anaesthesia was wearing off and they were preparing to take me out of the operating room. They had these blood pressure sleeves on my calves and as they were taking them off, I told them, “No leave them on, It feels like a massage.” Everyone laughed. For next couple of hours, I felt in and out of consciousness, I guess. Strangely though, by the time it was for me to get home, I really felt good enough to drive myself home. I don’t know if it was the morphine or what, but I didn’t feel pain. I wasn’t dizzy. I just felt pretty normal. When I got home, I was normal. I was sitting around and talking as though nothing happened. The only thing that was really different was that I have a huge chunk of my head missing, mostly in the maxilla region and that meant I couldn’t eat.

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February 6th-

Which brings me to the 6th. Sleeping was kind of tough and the pain was manageable at this point. But what was the most interesting as it was my first time being on a strictly liquid diet. Before surgery, I had prepped by buying a lot of meal replacement drinks, protein drinks, juices, Gatorade, Pedialyte, etc. They only foods I could have were yoghurt and ice cream.  So I had tons of that around. I don’t want to jinx it, but I thought that I’d get really hungry not being able to eat, but I have to say these meal replacement drinks work. The weird thing was that my mouth was starting to miss the actual physical action of chewing.

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February 7th-

Now, this First was not happy. This is the day where the pain and shock really set it. I don’t know if maybe the anaesthesia and morphine took a while to wear off and maybe the whole experience didn’t feel so real, so now is when it all became real. I can’t even explain to you the pain. Putting anything in my mouth, including water was so painful. So the 7th was the day that I got serious about keeping track of my meds to ensure I don’t miss a dose. But the sort of fun part of that was that I had ice cream all day. I’ve never done that before. A whole day of ice cream. So good!

February 8th-

The 8th was when the boredom really started to set in. I became really familiar with the app store and started downloading apps like crazy. Most of the apps I tried were pretty thumbs down. But it gave me something to do. It was the first time I tried a role-playing game. I didn’t really get too into it. The storyline I was given was bland, but I imagine there are better ones out there. I’m open to suggestions.

February 9th-

Because I’m still on the liquid diet lifestyle, I had someone make a trip to Arlee’s and pick me up some green juice. Up until now, most of my liquids have been on the sweeter side, so I needed something green to break up all that sugar. Good stuff. It burned a little, but what doesn’t burn my mouth at this point?

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February 10th-

Our house has been kettleless, since the last relatively new kettle we bought, was forgotten on the lit stove and burnt to a crisp. So now we get to try and have tea from a ceramic kettle. I’ve never had a ceramic kettle before.

February 11th-

I was introduced to clove tea for the first time. I’ve had cloves in many other ways, in cooking and in my toothpaste, but never on its own as a tea. It was miraculous in my mouth. With a little honey, I drank the cup in no time. It had the power to numb my entire mouth. I felt no pain. It was beautiful!

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February 12th-

Even though I’m supposed to be on a liquid diet, I started craving food. Not out of hunger, but out of the desire to chew something. I thought about it and decided maybe a frittata was a good way to eat something, but have it be soft enough. Let me tell you, it is tough to eat without the roof of your mouth. I have no hard palate, so the food falls into this grand canyon that exists in my mouth. And when that bite of food finally met the bottom of the canyon, man, it hurt. I figured it was worth a try though.

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February 13th-

Since my tumour removal was in my hard palate and nose and that whole area in between, the tumour had also grown into my bones and around my teeth. That being said, after removing the tumour, the doctor warned me that my teeth were going to be super sensitive. Oh my God, was he right. I felt like my teeth were and still are pounding all the time. ALL THE TIME. That being said, brushing my teeth is super tough. Sometimes I have to put some Orajel on my teeth just so I could brush them. Even then, commercial toothpaste was way too harsh on my wounds. Because my surgery was done through my hard palate, there were no stitches because there was nothing to stitch it too, so my entire wound/incision was cauterized. That being, my entire mouth was burnt. Imagine putting your regular everyday toothpaste on a burn. You wouldn’t. So I did some research and found this natural toothpaste. It seems to clean my teeth well without irritating my wound.

February 14th-

Singles Awareness Day, one of my favourite days of the year. It’s the day I buy myself a gift and tell myself how incredibly amazing I am. LOL. Because I’m amazing, I thought I’d give another go at eating. Tried out these broccoli-cheese tots. Their gooey texture made it a bit easier for my mouth to handle. Everything still gets lost in there and I felt a bit icky eating the entire tray, but in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t so bad.

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February 15th-

I went to a follow-up appointment with my surgeon. He said things were looking good. Knock on wood. Thank God. Don’t jinx me, please. At this point, I was in way too much pain. I hadn’t been able to drink water for over 12 hours. I thought maybe I had pushed my mouth too far the day before by trying to eat because my mouth was so irritated. to my dismay, when I asked the doctor when things will start to feel better, he said they really won’t. And by that, he continued to say that it will take 3-6 months to fully heal, but in the meantime, it is going to hurt and it is going to be very painful. What really got me upset was when I asked why the pain was getting worse and not better, he told me that there will be no consistency. Some days will be good, other days will be bad. It’s not like any other type of surgery where with time things get better. It’s very possible things could get progressively worse. And that my friends is a serious bummer. In the meantime, he gave me this thing called Magic Mouthwash. You read correctly. Magic Mouthwash. Coincidentally, or maybe not coincidentally, my insurance doesn’t cover this mouthwash “because it’s a compound.” I don’t even know what that means or what that has to to with me. It costs $50, so I had to make some phone calls and ask for money for others, which I HATE to do. I’m unemployed and certainly didn’t plan on getting ill in this way. It’s absurd that insurance doesn’t cover it. Anyways, this Magic Mouthwash is supposed to be magic. It’s typically used for cancer patients that experience mouth sores due to radiation. It’s made up of Maalox, Benadryl, Lidocaine, antacid, antihistamine and anaesthetic. It really was like magic. I’d just swish it in my mouth and my entire mouth was numb. It was a miracle. The prescription says I can only use it four times a day, but I really wish I could use it every second of the day.

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February 16th-

This day’s First was scary. Super scary. I was in bed after getting ready for bed. It must have been around 11 PM. I tasted something super salty in my mouth and had no idea what it was. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My mouth was full of dark blood. When I spit, I spit out nasty and huge blood clots. The clots I assume were responsible for my cauterised mouth. I rinsed my mouth with water and didn’t think much of it. The doctor said there would be blood, maybe this is what he meant. A couple of hours later, I felt that salty taste in my mouth again. I went to the bathroom and was bleeding from my mouth, much like a bloody nose, but from my mouth. Because of where the blood was coming from in my mouth, putting pressure on it with just my mouth wasn’t working. So I got an ice cold glass of water and kept the water in my mouth as long as I could and then would spit out. Put the water in my mouth again, spit out. Again and again and again until I got the blood to stop. I didn’t know what else to do or what I was supposed to do, so I went back to bed. A couple of hours later [again] I felt the salty taste in my mouth again. This time was different because, by the time I got to the bathroom, the blood was pouring out of me. I looked like a Carrie doomsday horror movie vampire fountain. Blood was shooting out of me as though I turned on a sink faucet on high. It was scary. I started to shake and felt so weak. I had some gauze and put it in my mouth, trying to put pressure on it with my tongue. In less than 10 minutes, I went through more than 10 pieces of gauze. The gauze wasn’t just soaked, it was swimming in a pool of blood. It was crazy. I went to the ER, it took more than a half hour to stop the blood. At the ER they applied some lidocaine and epinephrine to my mouth. Apparently, epinephrine acts as some sort of vascular restrictor? Or so the physician’s assistant told me. By the time I was discharged and got home, It was around 6 am. I got in bed and hoped that nothing like this will happen again. Positive vibes everyone. Positive vibes.

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Until tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

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Year of Firsts: Table Cough

Thursday’s First was hyped up in my mind. I wanted it to be elaborate. I wanted to leave with a finished product. I wanted to leave accomplished.

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Thursday’s First was my first time at How To Clinic at the Home Depot. It was supposed to be part of the Do-It-Herself series in which women teach other women to build things. This months clinic was Hot to build a Stacked Tote Tower.

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I had seen pictures online of these workshops being well attended and kind of a big deal, but as I stepped inside the Home Depot to ask a couple of workers where the clinic was, they just threw up their hands and said, “It’s here.” img_2419.jpg

I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT SHOWED UP! The only one! And the two guys teaching me how to build this table had only found out about their having to teach the workshop moments before I arrived.

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The event was marketed differently than it turned out. There was supposed to be hands-on experience and such, but what I really got were these two sweet older men, possibly grandpas, trying to talk me through the directions on the handouts.

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As I started asking them questions, they then realized that some of the blueprints were off and that the guys who built it in the lumber department had taken a few shortcuts. The table really was pretty and I could kick myself for not taking a pic of it. I definitely want to make one now.

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It wasn’t that big of a deal. I tried. It was nice. I left motivated and the people were cool. If only I had space, I’d start buying up power tools and building all sorts of tables.

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Next month’s clinic is about how to build a spice rack, I’m not sure that’s my deal, but who knows how I’ll feel in a month.

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Friday’s First was so simple and so satisfying.

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I’ve had this cough. This stubborn, persistent cough that makes me want to stick my hand down my throat to personally remove this little bugger from my life.

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Now, I’m not doctor or nutritionist, but I do read lots of health-related sites, pins, books etc. I decided to come up with my own cough remedy concoction. And I think I may be onto something because my cough cleared up almost immediately. It did come back later on in the day when I made the drink again and bam- Miracle! Cough Gone. I don’t want to jinx it, but sharing is caring. Here’s my little experiment:

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Ingredients-

1/2 glass water

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!/2 glass organic no sugar added pure pineapple juice

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1 tablespoon lemon juice

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1 tablespoon honey

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1 tablespoon black seed oil

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1 tablespoon raw unfiltered apple cider vinegar with the mother

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Mix it up real good and down that baby. I like the way it tastes, but admit it is an acquired taste and maybe not for everyone.

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This drink may not be for everybody and you should definitely check in with your doctor if you have a persistent cough.

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I wish you all well.

Until Tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

Year of Firsts: 2 for 1

In case you’ve been following my little New Year’s resolution of daily adventures, you might have noticed that I didn’t post last night. That’s because yesterday’s First got a little out of control and caused me to break with habit in writing nightly.

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So today you get a two for one special blog of Firsts.

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Wednesday’s First had me super excited in a totally nerdy way. I took my first visit to the Dollar General!

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I’ve been to a Family Dollar and I’m the Dollar Tree’s number 1 fan. I love going there, it makes me feel alive. I’ve also been to international versions of the dollar store overseas, like Poundland and such. Needless to say, I love love love a good discount, especially when it’s a dollar.

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Anyways, I read an article a while ago about how the Dollar General is doing really well in the Midwest and when one opened up in my area, I always said I wanted to check it out. And I finally did. There’s no turning back now.

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I don’t understand how they do it, but everything is so cheap. It’s not the Dollar Tree, but it’s now definitely my first stop before going to the supermarket and after the Dollar Tree.

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The Dollar General is like a mini-Walmart. They sell pantry foods,  refrigerated foods, coffee, cards, makeup, toiletries, shoes, clothes, cleaning supplies, car accessories, small furniture and organizational needs. I mean, I was floored. How did I not know of this place?

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A lot of stuff is name brand and sold within the sell-by date, but they also have a lot of off brand stuff. On average, all the name brand stuff I would buy at a Walmart was at least $1 cheaper and in some cases $10 cheaper. That’s a big deal. That adds up.

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That being said, this place is in my neighbourhood. It’s on my way to my pharmacy and supermarket, I’m not sure it would be worth it for someone to drive clear out of their way from five towns over to take advantage of the low prices. Afterall, gas is expensive these days. (I still remember when gas used to cost 99 cents a gallon!!)

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The one thing that I found the most impressive at the Dollar General is the ethnic hair section, it’s just as big as the ethnic hair section at my local CVS or Walmart. That’s where I post up. That’s my spot.

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Color me pleasantly surprised.

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Ok. So now we get into yesterday’s First. Yesterday’s First was an inevitable disaster. You see, my doctor had been giving me samples of Advair to use for my asthma and when  I ran out of refills, I asked my doctor to write me a prescription for it. Turns out my insurance doesn’t cover it.

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At this point, I’ve been off the prednisone for a couple of weeks and off the inhaler for a week. I was out of any medication that could help me. I have my rescue inhaler, but I’m literally pumping/living on it about 20 times a day. And that’s not what a rescue inhaler is supposed to be, if you have to use a rescue inhaler that many times, then you need a longer-term action plan, which for me was the Advair.

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I play along and call my insurance- United HealthCare. I spoke to a woman named Tracy, who was a little snippy with me, but she was coughing up a storm so let’s forgive that and assume she’s not having a good day. She goes through the list of meds and suggests I have my doctor write me a prescription for Breo Elipta. Tracy tries to call my doctor and of course, they’re closed.

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At this point, I’m holding back tears because I can’t breathe and it’s exhausting. Tracy suggests I go to the hospital if it’s the bad. I told her that in the past, I have been to Urgent Care- which by the way is a nightmare trying to find an Urgent Care centre that takes Medicaid- and they help me for the time being, but then I go home and can’t breathe again. I need a solution, not a band-aid. I need my meds.

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Not long after the call, my coughing and wheezing did start kicking off and I could feel an attack coming on. Ventolin was not doing it for me. So I got dressed and by the time I got the ER, my asthma attack was so bad that registration staff had me skip the line of patients and were calling in a Code Red.

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They rushed me into a room and I must have been making a scene because everyone was staring at me and upon my leaving the hospital, so many people commented that I was sounding better. People that I hadn’t seen at all when I came in.

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At that point I was so lightheaded, my hands were turning blue and tingling. My mouth and nose were tingling and everyone kept asking me if I had ever been intubated before for asthma. It was that bad, folks.

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Everyone was nice or at least respectful until my doctor came in. She listened to my lungs and checked my stats/vitals and told me to take deep breaths. I was trying, but it’s tough. Then she says, I kid you not, word-for-word, “Anyone can make those sounds, just breathe.” She goes on to say that it’s just respiratory and that my lungs are little tight but fine.

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I’m too breathless at the moment to have a sassy comeback, but what is that even supposed to mean? Does she think I’m faking this? How rude! I had a history of asthma and asthma attacks. This was not fake. If you truly thought it was fake and I was just making these sounds for attention, then the responsible doctor move would have been to call for a psych consult or recommend I get some therapy or something. Having a medical degree isn’t an excuse to be a dismissive and insulting jerk. Actually, no one has an excuse to be a dismissive and insulting jerk, period.

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Another nurse came in to get my breathing treatment underway and she said that my lungs were working at 99% capacity which is good. Normal is between 90-100%, according to her. She thought that the attack was exacerbated by anxiety and as another neighbouring patient pointed out to me later on, as she was within earshot of it all and it’s impossible to not listen to another patients issues, it’s a cycle. You feel like you can’t breathe and you’re wheezing and struggling to get oxygen and it’s scary. It makes you feel like you’re dying, being strangled from the inside out. Yeah, I think anxiety is normal. Hyperventilating and panicking because you can’t get air to live is normal. It would actually be weird and rather worrisome if you weren’t panicking.

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Eventually, with the breathing treatment, my breathing slowed down and the coughing slowed down. The wheezing was easing its way. I was moved to the observation area. At the observation area, a supervising doctor came by and asked how my stay was. I told him about my doctor’s comments and he was like, Wow, that shouldn’t have been said. Well, he didn’t say it like that, but that was what I gathered from the situation. Even some of the other nurses thought she was rude.

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My mom chimed in that maybe the doctor thought it was just an anxiety attack. And I was like, nope, that’s not an excused. I don’t care if my asthma attack was induced by weather, stress or a zombie apocalypse, you don’t take to people that way. Even if it was an anxiety attack: 1) A doctor should be better equipped to handle an anxiety attack than being rude and 2) Anxiety attacks and mental health as a whole are serious conditions that shouldn’t be dismissed so easily. Healthcare is about your body and mind, you can’t exclude one or the other.

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This supervising doctor was apologetic and appreciated the information. I do believe that he relayed the information to my doctor because when she came around to check on me her tone had changed.

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But before my doctor came around the second time, another asthma attack came underway. I was coughing so much that the other patients in the observation room were complaining about my coughing and I had to have another breathing treatment. And this time, I was relaxed, reclined in a chair and colouring on the Pigment app on my phone. So this attack couldn’t be disputed as fake or exaggerated. Not “everyone could make those sounds” and this time I had a room full of witnesses there from the start to prove it.

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Ther respiratory nurse let me keep my mask and told me I could use it at home with my nebulizer. In my head I’m thinking, come on, my insurance won’t cover an inhaler, they’re going to cover a nebulizer?

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My doctor wrote me a prescription for Breo, because that what we were told by insurance would be covered. The thing with the Breo is that the dosage doesn’t go as high as the Advair and I was on the highest Advair dosage. They also had to give me a dose of steroids through an IV and some oral Prednisone to get me through the next 24 hours.

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I was discharged and went directly to the pharmacy, only to be told that the insurance wasn’t going to cover the Breo. The pharmacy tech tried to help and make calls, but ultimately she said that insurance pulls this rubbish off all the time. They’re trying to save a few bucks here and there. Ultimately they don’t care about your health, they just care about their money. But the jokes on them because instead of coughing up $500 for an inhaler, now they literally have a $3,000+ ER hospital bill to the deal with.

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What’s frustrating is that this could have been entirely prevented. What’s even more frustrating is the pharmacy having all these inhalers on display… my literal lifeline, and I can’t have. I can reach it. I can see it. I can almost touch it, but I can’t have it because I’m too poor to afford to breathe.

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I made an Instagram post (@HebaVsReason) and tweeted my insurance about the experience. And let me tell you, I lost so many followers. That’s cool, I’m not in it for the followers, I’m just having a bit of fun. But it amazes me that as soon as you stop the whole “I’m cute, love life and like nice things” act, how many people will drop you. Not even a single “friend” checked in on me. Not even a like or a personal message. It tells you who is really there for you and who isn’t. And I literally don’t have the breath to waste on those who can’t be bothered to even fake a little concern. The whole experience made me very emotional by the end of the night, just thinking about all this energy I put into others and helping people advance in their lives and they’ve all been content to drop me. They’ve well surpassed my career and education wise and I never got so much as a thank you. I have a couple of good friends and my family and it’s in times like these that it’s clear- that is all you need. There’s no need for the fairweather “friends” and that’s ok with me.

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So yesterday’s First was my first time in the hospital for an asthma attack. It was also a lesson in healthcare, hospitality, friendship, life, empathy and learning to not take for granted the little things. Very rarely did I ever feel thankful to breathe normally until I was faced with not being able to breathe.

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Hopefully, my next post will be less of an emotional rollercoaster.

Until tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo

 

Year of Firsts: Waiting Room

As I’ve mentioned before on this site, I, unfortunately, have been diagnosed with a tumour. I am thankful and lucky that my tumour is benign, however, it is aggressive.

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This tiny bump showed up one day on the roof of my mouth. I thought maybe it was a cyst or something, ya know like when you bite your tongue and sometimes get a little blister on the end of your tongue. I didn’t think much of it until a couple of weeks later when this tiny bump was no longer tiny.

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It had turned into this volcanic shamed mass that took up the entire hard palate. I went to the dentist and she literally tried to convince me that it was caused by a “hot cheese on pizza burn.” Uhhh, no. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about and can confirm that I did not burn the roof of my mouth on hot pizza.

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I finally convinced her to give me a referral and was sent to an endodontist. The endodontist didn’t know what it was. He then referred me to an oral surgeon.

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I went to the oral surgeon back in September and October. He did two biopsies and said that the biopsy reports came back with “nothing” and that he sent my biopsy to the “best lab.” His assistant followed all that up with, “everything looks A-OK. You don’t have to come back.”

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The wording of it all is suspect, but I trusted him. I wasn’t sure what else I was supposed to do.

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Anyways, the lump that I was feeling in my mouth didn’t go away. So I went to my primary care physician. He took a look at it and thought it looks like a torus, but he referred me to another oral surgeon for good measure.

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This second oral surgeon took a look at it. He told me to get a copy of my pathology reports from the first oral surgeon and gave me a referral for a CT scan.

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I went to the first oral surgeon and asked for my pathology reports and was shocked. My pathology reports clearly state that my diagnosis is a Myofibroma– a tumour. This guy was looking at the pathology reports in front of me and telling me there was nothing when there was very clearly something. I’m furious.

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Long part of this story short, the second oral surgeon freaked me out by telling me the size of my tumour and the procedure needed to take it out. I went into panic mode. I got dizzy. I cried. I was a mess.

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After the initial shock of it all, I decided I need a second opinion. I spent days sending out emails and calling doctors all over the country trying to figure out what I needed to do.

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I took a stab in the dark and called the local cancer treatment centre in my state. The office staff had doctors look at my pathology reports and other paperwork to see if there was even someone who could take my case on.

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Yesterday was my appointment. Yesterday’s First was my first time in a cancer centre as a patient and it was overwhelming.

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The initial reaction was that the waiting room was so tiny and it was packed with patients and their loved ones there in support. I had never been in a waiting room in which a sense of camaraderie was felt amongst the patients.  I mean, no one was going to break out in song and dance High School Musical Style, but there was a shared understanding that no one was here because they’re having a particularly good time. Since we’re all here, let’s at least respect each other and exchange smiles, magazines, pens etc.

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It was a very long waiting time. I waited 2.5 hours to see my doctor, and it was getting intense watching patients go in and out while I waited and waited. I knew they hadn’t forgotten about me because they took me in to get my vitals and look over my paperwork. I assumed that the doctor has a lot of patients. Unfortunately, cancer and tumours are a sadly popular occurrence.

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That being said, the waiting room was getting loud and it was making my head hurt big time. There was a man who came in well after me. At this point, I had been waiting two hours. This dude walks up the receptionist angry and annoyed and asks why he hasn’t been in to see the doctor yet and that he should have been taken in a half hour ago.

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I’m sitting there thinking, “Dude I’ve been waiting longer, chill your bones.” But of course, I never said anything. The receptionist said that the doctor had to perform an emergency surgery and there was nothing any of us could do except wait. The guy mumbled something in an angry voice to which she responded, “If it were you, you’d want the doctor to rearrange his schedule to operate on you.”

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#Burn

This got the guy to quiet down. He sat in the corner and sulked. I don’t want to judge him though. Like I said, no one was in the office that didn’t absolutely need to be. He could have been in serious pain or could have a tumour in his brain that’s influencing his behaviour. He could have been having a really bad day or week. Who knows?

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Despite the camaraderie, I did get this feeling that we were all walking on eggshells in a way. Maybe we all knew that we have health problems going on and we just weren’t trying to bring any more trouble into our own or anyone else’s life.

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Yesterday may have been my first time in a cancer treatment centre, but I certainly do hope it’s my last.

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Until tomorrow…

Peace and Pistachios,

Heba

xoxo