Heart beating fast, the phone rings, finally with test results, they say I need to go to the ER, right now. Not giving me an option. Initially I get annoyed that yet again my health gets in the way of my plans for the evening and possibly the whole week. I mean it's usually in the way but I can ignore it. I have plans. Don't you know this body? Don't you know that I have barre tonight? Plans to go car shopping? Puppy class the next day and a much needed hair appointment? But I understand the importance and reluctantly pack up everything I may need for the unknown. While also full of excitement that they have finally figured out what has been ailing me for the past month!
All of the Doctors are convinced yet baffled by my test results. No surprise to me. This is nothing new. But FOUR Doctors, FOUR agree something needs to be done about my funny looking appendix. I wait longer and a little longer. They're talking atleast a stay in the hospital for a few days, possible surgery. But finally they change their mind after talking to a surgeon. He doesn't think it needs any attention at all, forget everything that everyone else says. A complete change of plans. So they send me home. A once hopeful girl's faith is crushed, demolished, that she'll ever get to feel better again. But she tries not to lose faith as faith is the key to getting answers someday and not accepting defeat.
See I often wish that I was a doctor that I could figure out my own symptoms, analyze test results, be able to research and find answers and make sure that others don't have to experience what I have for so may years at hospitals but as much as I consider it I know that it is not what I am called to do. While I'm beyond passionate about helping people I can't even watch them take my blood let alone look at a broken bone. As I was especially reminded while watching the Cavs last night. Instead, I am called to help you. Save you time, find that real smile, cultivate that confidence within. How can I do this? With what some may view as a mundane task. STYLING. But to me it's more than that. It's looking at the hundreds of details just like they do in the hospital, but my office just so happens to be in a closet instead of a sterile white hallway with awkward paintings. Helping prepare you for whatever curveball life may throw at you that day. Because the curveballs they will always come even when you feel it shouldn't be baseball season.
Taking one thing off your list to worry about. Confirming that you are gorgeous and letting that shine through. The way you look is just an addition to the glow and smile that we are really searching for. Easing the anxiety whether it is social, meeting your sig. others family, braving that interview, OR embracing your new body your little one gifted you. We put our bodies through so much, the least we could do is love them back the way they are. Because in the end- When we create beautiful things- like the perfect outfit- we inspire beautiful people- Valerie Mayen said this at the Yellow Cake Shop fashion show I attended and it stuck with me.
So while I will never be a medical surgeon I CAN be your fashion surgeon. Not just a doctor, no because they don't have the last say. I can be your expert. I can dissect your wardrobe and tell you the cure it needs. Be your final say. Eliminate frustration and save you time as well as money in the long run. That is my passion, helping YOU.
P.S Who designed hospital gowns? They could really use an update...