DENIAL

 DENIAL

In 2020, I was having issues with my neighbors above me, Micheal and Mya, in apartment 489. Their children kept pouring liquids and dirt onto my patio. I called the police department and filed a complaint.  The mother, Mya, apologized the week I moved out of the apartment complex at The View, in Owings Mills, Maryland. 


One day, I got a knock on the door from the Police. I was forced to have a psychiatric evaluation for the second time in my life. I was handcuffed by the Baltimore County Police Department Officer and taken to a Mental Hospital. I sat in my room behind a locked area with about 6 other patients while I wanted to be seen. 


When I was finally seen by the psychiatrist, she appeared by video conference.  She was upset that I was ordered to come in and be seen. I was told by the Officer that it was because I had made so many phone calls to the Police Department and that they believed it was unwarranted. They did not investigate my claims. If so, they would have found them factual. Instead, I moved out. 


I was hurt but I cooperated with the officer. I could not believe that I was being evaluated because I called the police on my neighbors for violating my space during a pandemic with liquids that I had no idea what it was. I know one day it was spit. I do not know where these individuals got that much spit from to pour enough onto my patio, but it was human spit. 


After being seen, I was discharged, 10 hours later and 4 hours before I had to go to the Community College of Baltimore County (CCBC) to have my fingerprints done to start a new job as a Program Coordinator for the Upward Bound Program at the Catonsville campus. See I had been displaced from Sam's Club and had just gotten hired on the condition that I cleared my background check. 


While at the Mental Hospital they gave me a slate of blood work. One of those tests was my glucose reading. The doctor came to my room and told me that I had no health issues but my A1C came back high. I was offered to start insulin. I declined! I am thinking to myself, I have been forced to come to this appointment, should I trust you. I do not have health insurance and I can not afford this treatment. 


A year later, I finally got up the courage to find a Family Practitioner. I do not trust Family Practitioners because the last time I was taken to a psychiatric evaluation it was because a Family Practitioner had me picked up in her office when I was there for what I thought was a routine visit. Instead, I was being taken to a Mental Hospital. The excuse was that I needed iron medication and I refused to take it. I was homeless, living in my car, and two days from leaving for Atlanta, GA to meet with the Atlanta Falcons about my 10 athletics that I represented under my agency. 


I thought, why is it that every time I have a chance to advance my professional career or business something or someone tries to interfere!


This time, I believe it was not anyone trying to take my company or jeopardize my success, but God. 


During COVID, I enjoyed eating and cooking everything I wanted. Instead of eating in moderation. I ate the whole pie instead of a slice. I ate the entire quart of ice cream instead of two scoops. I ate a batch of cookies instead of three or four cookies. I ate the entire cake instead of a slice of cake. You get the picture. 


When my new doctor called me and told me I was diabetic, I said, "really!" I was before, 10 years ago. But, I can't be now.


DENIAL! 


All those sweets you've been eating and you are in denial. 


Come on Tabu, stop the funk!


My physician suggested that I get on medication right away. I said okay. This time, I followed the doctor's suggestions. I had so many doctor appointments, I did not know if I was coming or going. 


I was issued a OneTouch Glucose Meter system. When I went to my first endocrinologist appointment, my glucose test was 150 points lower than the one I took before I left home. My physician went to talk to the technician. He said that it was correct. Then she had me take my meter out of my purse and take a test in front of her. It still reads 150 points higher than theirs. 


I went to the pharmacist and asked some questions. I found out that I was not the first customer that she had that meter was calibrated wrong and giving false numbers. I asked if she could exchange it. She gave me the number to the OneTouch manufacturer and they sent me a new one. 


My numbers are lower than they were with the other meter but not where I need them to be, yet. 


I am sharing this story today because life is too short. When God wakes us up in the morning it is so that we can give Him all the glory and honor. We are not doing that if we are not taking care of our bodies as well as our spirits. 


I heard his call. I answered it. I am following my doctor's orders and praying they are following God's instructions as they minister to my body in health. 


Do not be in denial because of bad past experiences. Try to listen with an open mind. Do your homework. Get a second opinion if you don't believe what is being said. Trust God. Seek Him for understanding and guidance. 


Remember God always gives us warning signs. I took this one seriously. Why? Because I love me! 


Love yourself, too!


Stay FIT in mind, body, spirit, soul, and character. 



You can purchase my book, FIT, on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. 


Photo Above (Sole Owner & Founder of Triumphant Athletic Agency, Ms. Tabu Winslow Morris, MBA)

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