Those four words kept gnawing at me, but I refused to listen. “I don’t have time right now!” was always my rebuttal.

You better slow down.

I heard it over and over but I just kept going. I had to, I told myself. Things needed to be done. Arrangements needed to be made. People needed to be taken care of. Boxes weren’t going to pack themselves.

There was no time to slow down.

So I kept going and going and going until I found myself laying on a gurney with needles in my arms, sick to my stomach from drinking the chemical chalky shake they said I needed. “Take a deep breath in and hold it,” the computer voice told me as the gurney moved my body into the machine that would take photos of my insides to help determine what was going on with my (lack of) health.

The nice lab tech who felt bad for sticking me twice took this photo
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