Last night I got a huge reminder of how fragile life truly can be.
Called the Swedish emergency number (112) for advice and I spent 6h in a cold room all alone in the E.R. waiting for tests and treatment for a potential blood clot in my right arm.
Short story, I still feel chest pains and aches in my arm where I felt the problem started.
I came home at 3 AM in the morning with a bruised arm from blood samples taken and a sore spot on my belly where they injected blood thinners to dissolve any potential clots in my system, I am still worried writing this of further complications which may or may not occur within the next few days since I still feel small signs as before.
I was (am) so terrified I cried.
Because if anything happens, who can stop a clot in your veins from ending you from within?
I am 28 years old.
Still waiting for life to truly begin.
I may be married, have 2 funny adorable dogs, but my life is not at where I wish it was to be.
Whatever happens, this week or down the line - I will live without hesitations. I will live freely as I possibly can.
Cus who knows how much life we get.
How much time is left on our clocks? ⏰
I feel as fragile as a dandelion in the wind 🌬
Not knowing when the last seed will fall off.