Yoga When You Forget Your Medicine

I recently traveled to Detroit for myofascial release training with Tiffany Cruikshank's incredible Yoga Medicine program. I am fascinated by the connective tissue running throughout the body and was really looking forward to learning more about the fascia and how a yoga practice can affect it. As a bonus, I had never been to Detroit and was looking forward to spending time in this unique American city undergoing an economic revival.
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Upon arrival in Detroit, I realized I had left my prescription medication at home. I take a pill each morning when I wake up and if I miss a dose, by 10am I am incapacitated with a headache. I was devastated at what this would do to my trip. Frantic, I call my husband in Arizona and ask him to Fed Ex the pills to me.
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Right out of the chute I know my trip and training will be affected by this mistake! I am so upset at the time, energy, and money that this mistake will make! I also dread what I know is coming down the pike: I will have to endure a migraine from hell. I gird up my loins by drinking lots of extra water and getting the Advil ready. I get through the first day without medicine with minimal discomfort. I am back at the hotel early on Monday, shower, and go to bed by 6pm.
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Fed Ex is set to arrive Tuesday by 10:30am. My head feels like it’s in a vise. There is a pulsating tension in my head, BUP, BUP, BUP; but what is driving me mad is the irregular electrical charges that go-on between my ears. Each charge lights up my head. I’m in so much pain but know I can make it two-and-a-half more hours until Fed Ex arrives. I wonder how long it will take for the medicine to kick in before I feel relief... I head to training with new friends Kristen and Wendy from Virginia.
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At 10 am I slip out of training and catch a Lyft back to the hotel. I am nauseated and it feels like the world is spinning. The Fed Ex is 12 minutes late and I start to panic. I track the package and find out delivery is delayed until the next day. I sit in the lobby of the hotel and don’t know what I’m going to do. I call my husband—I’m so thankful for my husband— and turn it over to him. I can’t even process what to DO. I can’t read text messages from him because my head and eyes hurt so bad. I am thankful that I have a dark hotel room to retreat to. Yoga training is done for the day. I had left my mat, bag and books at Detroit Yoga Lab and was not going back until I have the medicine in hand and I feel better.
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Sitting in the hotel lobby, the lights, sounds, everything hurt my head. I sit for a moment and wonder how conspicuous I’d be crawling on my hands and knees to the elevator, up to my room on the 6th floor. I just needed the world to stop spinning so I could figure out what to do. I remained thankful that I had a hotel room available and a husband, my hero, working on a solution.
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Whenever things get bleak, really bleak, I try to remember all the things I have to be grateful for: resources, I have money; I have health insurance; I have good doctors; I have a partner who loves me; I usually enjoy good health, (when I take my medicine!); I have yoga. I make it up to the 6th floor and into bed.
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Four hours later my husband calls and he’s coordinated a miracle: the doctor in Scottsdale called in a prescription to a pharmacy in Detroit, he’s arranged for a hotel shuttle to drive me to the pharmacy. Hotel employees couldn’t pick-up a prescription for me—I was going to have to dig deep and find a way to get the medicine myself.
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This particular medicine wasn’t available at the corner-pharmacy, I had to be shuttled to a CVS pharmacy at the General Motors World Headquarters at 100 Renaissance Center. This was one of the most incredible places I’ve ever seen— and I looked like a crazy, disheveled maniac walking sideways trying to find my way up the escalator to the second floor. Two kind strangers showed mercy on me and helped. I got the medicine and two 1-gallon jugs of water. I knew relief would come shortly. I went back to the hotel and went to bed.
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The next morning, Fed Ex arrived with the delivery. I ordered a Lyft to the Detroit Yoga Lab and re-joined training that afternoon. I was feeling so much better. It’s amazing what a little pill can do. I completed the training and enjoyed the next two days of my trip.
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I share this story for two reasons. First, I feel so much shame for suffering from PTSD and all that that entails. Although I cannot and will not talk about the events specifically, I will say that for me it is a struggle that I do not understand. The search for relief taunts me at times.
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Second, although I set-out to Detroit to practice physical asana with Tiffany Cruikshank and was physically unable, for a time, to do just that, I relied on some of the most important things I’ve learned from my yoga practice to literally survive during this bleak episode. I turned to my pranayama practice, my breath. I would close my eyes, and focus on my breath. I would consciously manipulate my breath, making the exhalation cycles longer than the inhalations. I would draw all of my focus and concentration on the present moment and what I could do right then, at that very moment to help myself. I let go of the rage, fury, helplessness of forgetting the medicine. I let go of the doomsday, end-of-the-world thinking about what was going to happen to the rest of my time in Detroit. I kept coming back to thinking, what would be the most helpful thing for me to do RIGHT NOW.
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This yoga cannot be represented in a pretty picture, it’s not as sexy to perform as Mayurasana Pose, but, I’m my opinion, this is the most compelling reason to even attempt the yoga. It is medicine for my soul.
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