Gramma Jewel is probably up in the air as of this blog. I got a chance to talk to her this morning after I came back from my Biology class. I wish that I had had the opportunity to see her before she left for L.A., but I am grateful for the half-hour phone conversation.
It was good to see you again, Gramma—I’m so lookin’ forward for Christmas.
In today’s blog, I want to talk about something that happened to me before I left for Rust. Not too many people know this, but about three weeks before I left for college, I was rushed to the hospital. My heart rate was rapid, I felt clammy, and I was short of breath. The weird thing about the entire ordeal was that I wasn’t nauseous, nor did I have sharp pains in my jaw, neck, or shoulder. I tell you—I was really scared to death. I really thought I was gonna die. As I lay on the hospital bed with an I.V. in my arm and a heart monitor attached to me, I actually prayed to God that He would spare my mom and dad the pain from losing me; after all, I am their only child, let alone their onliest daughter. Well, imagine everyone’s surprise when Gramma Jewel entered my hospital room, and my heart rate went back to beating normally. My doctor started asking me some questions, and without knowing it, I admitted that I was trying to get mentally prepared for college. My doctor looked at me and said, “Well, there’s a perfectly good explanation for this—Miss Stewart, you’ve just had an anxiety attack.”
Now, take a look at my picture. As much as I smile and laugh, it’s impossible to believe that I—Natasha Renee Stewart—would suffer an anxiety attack, but it happened. I was so wound up with getting ready for college, saying the perfect farewell to my friends, and trying to find out what to wear for my congratulatory college send-off that I didn’t realize I had too many irons on the fire. Never mind the fact that there was so much pressure on me, seeing as how I am the last grandchild to attend college, yet the first grandchild to study at my Gramma Jewel’s alma mater.
I realize that it could’ve been worse—I could’ve worried myself into a heart attack. I thank and praise God that it was just an anxiety attack. Ever since August 3, my prayer is to take it easy, step back and have fun. Yes, there is so much going on in my life, and I do realize that I need to be serious in my academic studies, but I am inclined to have some fun… I’m just sayin’. Basically, what I want to say is: Even the most positive and upbeat optimists can get overtaken by worry, but just remember to step back and have fun… and above all else, trust in The Lord—He’s always got your back!
Until next time, see y’all tomorrow.
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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