Last year, life threw me a major curveball. My health, possessions, energy and inspiration, everything I had taken for granted, seemed lost. If it wasn’t for faith in a higher power, I would not have survived 2016.
The catalyst was a decision to move across the country while dealing with horrible pain in my right shoulder. I couldn’t brush my teeth, or lift my arm over my head to style my hair, let alone pack my stuff. At the time, I was informed the pain was due to overuse of my shoulder joint while carrying my heavy handbags. I stopped using my right arm completely but the pain got worse. X-rays indicated my arm was not broken, but I had no diagnosis.
At the same time, I thought I hired professional movers from a well-known national firm, but I actually hired an internet scam company posing as the branded version. I discovered the fraud after my belongings were on the truck and gone. I got into action, called authorities, filed reports, but no-one could guarantee I would get my belongings back. I began to call the perpetrators every day to pressure them to deliver my belongings. I believed I was losing everything I had owned, including my health, and I was completely stressed out.
Miraculously most of my stuff (not all) showed up one night, over 20 days late according to our fake contract, at midnight, without notice. I had to pay the con artists more money just to have them unload my items as they threatened to leave with everything otherwise. So all of my belongings were carried into my new home in pouring rain, in the middle of the night. While I had water damage on many pieces, and the mud and water tracked had ruined the finish on the wood floors, I was grateful to have some of my familiar items back. Afterward, while I felt victimized and violated, I was certain there was a blessing (or lesson?) in this situation, I just hadn’t found it yet. I believe everything happens for a reason, but I was having a really hard time seeing any reason for what was happening.
Immediately after the move, and before I had even unpacked a thing, all of my joints began hurting, not just my arm, making it hard to move at all without deep pain. I couldn’t sleep through the night. I knew something was seriously wrong, it wasn’t just stress from the moving situation. I had lost my sense of smell, I thought I was dying. After a lot of prayer, I chose to get in action and research the internet on my own to try and save myself. I spent many days looking up of all my symptoms and eventually discovered I was suffering from hypervitaminosis, a result of over-supplementation of fat soluble vitamins. The fat-soluble vitamins are E, D, A and K and accumulate in fat tissues, and are highly toxic in high concentrations. Apparently losing your sense of smell is a huge warning signal.
A physician confirmed for me that taking supplements every day for the last few years had in addition brought about a condition called hypercalcemia, excess calcium in my blood, which caused calcium crystals to form in my joints causing the excruciating pain. The remedy was to stop all taking all vitamins supplements immediately and drink more water, to help flush out the stored vitamins, which provided huge pain relief a few weeks after I stopped. It’s been three months since my last supplement, and it will take 3 more months to truly know I have flushed all the excess out of my body.
As a result of these near losses, I am a stronger personal advocate, listening to my body, and committed to educating myself before making life changing choices. I’m relieved to report now I am pain-free and on the road to complete recovery, my right arm is functional again, I’m sleeping through the night, and I’m getting back to my love of fashion, styling, designing and writing, and living my life.
I wanted to share my story, in hopes that health fanatics like me will be more aware of the dangers of over-supplementation versus getting nutrition through prepared meals. I’m inspired to regain my health, replace my missing handbag collection, redecorate my home with new pieces and share what inspires me with others. The lesson in all of this is to take more time and research my choices, before I leap into what looks good…and the blessing in all of this? Real gratitude for what really matters – my HEALTH. I can replace all the material stuff, but the near miss for my health was a wakeup call. I’m counting my real blessings now, not my handbag collection. I wish you all the very happiest, and healthiest, most inspired year ever in 2017! xoxo, Robin