On Saturday, November 13, the Diamond Push Up began as a fun exercise to warm up my chest.
I figured, if I could just get that extra little extra push up, I would be able to feel my chest muscles relaxing, even though they had already been in the gym for hours.
My first two sets were the hardest of the day, with the most reps and the most pain.
By the end of the set, I felt the first of two bumps in my back.
At the time, I was trying to work on my posture and was trying not to get sore, but the bumps kept coming.
Finally, I realized I was not doing a very good job of staying upright.
That was when the pain started.
As I was lying on my back, my chest muscle muscles were tense.
The pain was so intense that I could barely breathe.
After several minutes, my body finally relaxed and I felt like I was going to pass out.
Fortunately, my wife and a few other people nearby had come by to help.
Before long, I started to feel a little better.
But that was not enough.
I kept trying to get my arms back up, and I was finally able to get the first bump of the week.
With the first one gone, the pain and swelling subsided.
Then, I got the second bump.
This time, the bumps were a little less intense, but still painful.
And after a week, I still didn’t feel great.
In the weeks that followed, I had a lot of pain in my chest and shoulders.
So, I called the hospital and they sent me home.
Unfortunately, my doctor had to call my mom and tell her I needed to go to the emergency room.
While the hospital was busy with the pain, I couldn’t stay at home and the doctors couldn’t get me to the hospital.
They finally gave me a diagnosis of chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS), and I had to return to work.
It was the first time I had ever felt like the pain was getting worse.
When I finally went home, I went straight to the ER and the nurses were very helpful.
There, they told me my chest was aching and I needed extra support.
“You can have the shoulder and the shoulder pad,” they said.
“We’ll do whatever we can to help you.
It’s not like it’s a major problem, it’s just a temporary one.”
I was so grateful for that.
I had never had this kind of support before.
Even though the symptoms started to subside, I knew I had another one coming.
When I finally got home, my heart rate dropped to 105 beats per minute (bpm) as I waited for the doctor to bring me back.
It was the biggest relief of my life.
I was relieved, but I was also a little upset.
I was worried that my chest would be too sore to get an MRI.
What I didn’t know was that my heart was going through the roof.
A few days later, I received an MRI of my chest that was negative for CFS.
One day later, a CT scan showed my chest had a tear.
Surgery for the tear took longer than expected.
Once my doctor knew that I had surgery, he immediately prescribed antibiotics.
He told me to rest, but there was no rest.
Instead, he prescribed a warmup and I would have to sit on the floor.
Eventually, I fell asleep and my heart began racing again.
For the next week, my pain and my swelling subsides.
Over the next several weeks, I continued to get worse.
I went to the doctor again and he told me that the only way to make the swelling subside was to go back to working out at the gym.
Because I was so exhausted, I stopped going to the gym and my friends and family kept telling me that it was too hard.
Some days, I even cried at work because I was just so depressed.
To make matters worse, I also started getting sicker and more likely to have a heart attack.
Despite all of my pain, my therapist told me I could get through it if I started doing push ups and working out again.
And so, I did just that.
Four months later, my stress levels were down to zero.
However, the only thing that has changed since I began is my mindset.
Now, I understand that I am not alone.
Many people have similar problems with fatigue and the impact of CFS, and there are some resources online that are really helpful.
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