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The Power Of Being Crazy

It can be quite a challenge having a vision, a dream when it doesn`t follow the mainstream norms and ideas. When it is said to be impossible or simply crazy. Breaking free from common beliefs takes boldness and courage, but most of all it takes a large dose of craziness. The good kind. 

☑️ The majority of people believing in something doesn`t make it true.
☑️ Even though no one has done it before you, doesn’t mean it cannot be done.
☑️ No matter how long the journey or how difficult it looks, the desired outcome is still within reach.
☑️ For those who break free and challenge what is currently accepted and “normalized”.
☑️ My own craziness led me to my passion, my purpose, and my mission.

Although the road has been more than challenging, scary as shit, and yes downright difficult, it has been a healing experience beyond my imagination:

“I am at Haugesund Sanitetsforenings Rheumatology Hospital. A very old hospital for rheumatic patients, consisting of six floors. The hospital deals with rheumatic patients like me. That is all that they do. Some are here for examinations, some are staying longer for rehabilitation, and some are here to have surgery. I notice that the surgery units fill up a large part of the hospital. These people do a lot of surgery! Maybe that is the way that they fix people like me?

I drove myself here. It was a lonely drive. My thoughts have been drifting between hope, curiosity, and frustration. I have no idea what to expect, and I am not sure how long they are going to keep me here. Me and my sleepover bag, together with a book and a cellphone, are in on this together. My lap is filled with papers, a lot of forms and questionnaires. I am looking for a pen, noticing that it is very quiet here. Scary quiet. The reception area is behind glass, and I am the only one here. I am sitting at the end of a long hallway, leading to a number of doors. No doors are opening or closing, it feels like someone is dying, it is so quiet. Some of the chairs are unnaturally high, like a crossing between a bar stool and a chair. The pamphlets and brochures filling the table next to me are all about how to live with a debilitating chronic disease, and how to manage a joint replacement. I am freezing. It must be lunchtime or something. It is so quiet and cold. As I am answering questions about my health, my work, do I need help and do I need special aids, my hands are in severe pain.

Next question: Are you able to write this yourself? Am I not expected to be able to write? They know how sick I am? Being here scares me.

A woman walks towards me. Dressed like a doctor, she is calling my name. I feel dizzy. I never did like hospitals. We are walking past a large display of metal joints. What a cheerful way to decorate, is my thought, as I follow this woman to her office. What would one accomplish by using joint replacements as decorations? Maybe it is the interior architect speaking, but seriously. That cannot be a good thing. I am still freezing.  It is hard to walk, and I am happy to see a chair.

“Please sit,” she says. She doesn`t have to tell me twice. She examines me, my fingers, my toes, my knees, reads some of the forms and looks at me; “You will have a meeting with the special aids department tomorrow. They will provide you with what you need.” She is not taking her eyes off my paperwork while she speaks. I cannot think of any special aids that I will need, but that’s the least of my worries at this point. What can this woman tell me about getting well and back to work? “What is the prognosis?” I stutter. “When will I be able to get back to my life?” This is what I have come here to find out. No one has been able to help me figure out what is going on in my body, except giving me several heavy diagnoses. I am relying on this woman to help me. Maybe she is the one, that can get me back to my life. She now has a diagnosis, so what is the plan?

You have a serious autoimmune condition and will never get well again”. She says.

Unaffected, she looks at me and tells me; “You will have to be medicated for the rest of your life, and will need more aids to take care of yourself as the years go by,” she continues; “Do NOT worry, we have great surgeons today, and a number of medications we can put you on to delay the deformation of your joints. There are some new drugs that are very promising. You are young, and you need to get on them right away!”

I am in shock. I know that I have been sent here because I need some serious fixing, but she’s talking about the rest of my life? This woman in a white coat who is not looking at my face is telling me I will never get well again. This makes me feel sick to my stomach. She is loosely telling me that she has never seen extreme blood counts like mine and that she has never seen someone come in with such swollen hands. She calls on a nurse to give me Prednisone intravenously right away. This cannot be good. This cannot be a good thing. Right away? My cells are shrinking. They are screaming at me; “No, no, no! 

“We will keep you here for two weeks. We will make sure you have everything you need before you leave. Get settled in and relax. Don’t think so much. Having RA is not that bad at all, in fact, it is not much of a setback. The medication is fabulous, and the help is fantastic. Cheer up and enjoy the stay!” The doctor tells me this word by word. I am just looking at her, thinking I will never be spinning, running, skiing or walking in my high heels, ever again. I am also thinking that something is very off with this scenario.

Thank you, can I lie down now?” This is what comes out of my mouth, as I struggle to get up from the chair. The woman looks at me for the first time and says: “Sure, think of this as a vacation. Relax and enjoy your stay.”

I am lying in bed later that first day, reading my book, waiting for the IV nurse to hook me up with real trouble. This is a book that will follow me for many years to come. “You Can Heal Your Life”, by Louise Hay. While I am holding on to my book, I am also holding on to my inner voice that is telling me:

Something is not right. Your body can heal. I can heal, I am healed! I am telling myself this over and over and over again.

I have never seen myself as a spiritual person, even though I have always been open-minded, knowing that there was more going on that I could perceive. Tears are running down my cheeks, and for the first time in a very long time I say a prayer;” Please, dear God, tell me what to do!” The tears are not only for myself but for all those suffering like this, every single day. Those who feel sick and lost, and in a system where no one is concerned with how they are feeling, or what is going on in their lives.

She did not ask me what my life looked like, this woman. How was my diet? Did I have stress in my life? Did I have someone with me? She asked me nothing of the sort. It feels like it matters, but I am not sure, I am drained and alone. I feel very alone for the first time since I can remember.

I have heard about Prednisone, and I do not like what I have been hearing. People were getting what is labeled as a moon face, where the whole face swells up and makes you look unfamiliar and unhealthy. I feel overwhelmed, and I let the nurse do what she came to do. 0.5 liters of Prednisone, into my veins. I lie still, hooked up for a few hours, while I get more and more hyper inside. The inflamed fingers seem to have gotten a little bit better, but my whole body is shaking. I can’t go to the toilet. My body is not giving up the urine. My kidneys cannot do their job. I need to talk to the doctor again. She doesn`t like this, and she aborts the next round of Prednisone. My body cannot take it. I feel alone. What now? How will I get well without this medicine?

In the hallway, they are serving waffles and red juice. Coffee is on display around the clock, and I notice the other patients are drinking coffee at all hours My roommates are walking from one treatment to another, all in need of special aids, and all constantly complaining about their terrible situation.

I have been given a schedule, appointments, and tests. I enter the room of my 11.00 o`clock special aids appointment. I had help from a nurse this morning, getting dressed.

I can’t dress myself.

I am told to squeeze a device, so they can read the strength of my fists. Not good news. I need a special knife, a can opener, and wrist supports. Well, I know that I cannot do certain things around the house anymore, so I am welcoming the gesture. With the wrist supports, I am told I can do laundry again, and drive my shift stick with less pain.  The lovely woman that is testing me, is filling out some forms for me so that I can get further help in my hometown.  I will need it. “You will need more and more help, so do not be afraid to ask for anything,” she says. “You will get used to it. It might feel strange at first, but you will get used to having different tools and aids to get through your day. You better start planning for a wheelchair. Is your house up to code?”

Well, I am not much of an ask for help person. I am the give help person. I am the helper, not the one that needs anything. What will happen when the one that is usually helping and organizing needs the help? A scary thought.

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Hilde Larsen
Hilde Larsenhttp://inspiredbyhilde.com/
HILDE Larsen, known as the one who Inspires, is the owner and founder of Inspired by Hilde. She is a certified Health and Success Coach, a Raw Food Teacher, an Author and a Certified Detox Specialist. She is an Inspirational keynote speaker, a Blogger, and has her own YouTube channel. She is the author of three published books: From HELL to Inspired, Know The Truth and Get Healthy and No More Bullshit. She also creates online video programs and has her own membership site Inspired Members. Born and raised in Stavanger, Norway, she and her husband of 29 years have a second home in Florida, USA. She is a proud mother and grandmother, and a tree hugger at heart. Called by nature and spirit, she is inspiring many to take back their power. She is highly intuitive and has a strong connection to Mother Earth and the spiritual world. Her glowing enthusiasm for health and vitality has the leading role in her work.

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2 CONVERSATIONS

  1. Hilde, thank you for a very meaningful post and I loved your title The Power of Being Crazy.

    In fact the title was so crazy that I had to read it right to the end to realize the beauty of your experience. Life in general is scary and yet wonderful if only we can see it from a positive perspective. I rejoice in your challenges which gave you victories, in your craziness which showed your strength and your success.

    I would love to share a quote by Steve Jobs,

    “Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

    Stay Blessed Hilde. Rejoice!

    • Thank you dear Jonathan. That means alot. One of my favorite quotes. An honor that you though of that one after reading. Blessings to you!

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