This past week started out amazingly. Sunday I got up and went to the gym, and had a great workout. I cleaned the house, did my homework, had a great dinner, and watched the Super Bowl. (The Steelers losing WAS NOT amazing, alas.) Monday I went to work, worked out again, made dinner, relaxed. Tuesday: went to work, saw The King's Speech and went to dinner with friends, came home, relaxed and went to bed.
Wednesday it started to fall apart. Even though Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday were great days, I just wasn't sleeping well. Hard to say why, exactly. I think I was preoccupied thinking about work, and trying to figure out how best to get along with a co-worker. On Sunday I might actually just have been *too* relaxed to get sleepy.
In any case, by Wednesday I was exhausted. Not good. I woke up feeling pretty off, and assumed it was entirely because of the sleep. I had a dentist appointment midafternoon, so I ended up working half a day, coming home and trying to nap (to no avail), went to the dentist, went to a happy hour, came home, and tried to sleep for real. I slept better Wednesday night, so on Thursday morning I bounded out of bed and ran off to work and accidentally got wrapped up in what I was doing and worked a 10 hour day. I came home coughing and exhausted and within an hour of getting home was running a fever.
Since then I've been playing the "rest up and let the sickness take its course" game. It is aggravating as all ungodly hell. I keep thinking back longingly to how perfectly the week started, and how my plans for the rest of the week (more workouts, staying on top of homework, etc) just fell apart. I'm antsy just laying around here and more than eager to dive back in.
I'm actually taking that as a good thing, though. The past few months have been incredibly stressful: my grandfather died, the holidays happened (don't get me wrong, I love the holiday season, but...), things with my brother went pretty much to rock bottom, I started a new position, and I had another experience recently that made a lot of things related to the previous list hit way too close to home.
Because of all of that, I've kind of been "hiding out." Until this past week, I hadn't been doing much with myself besides going to work - I let a lot of things slide. I got sick in early January, and when that happened it was kind of a relief. I didn't mind being forced to lay around for a few days because I needed the decompression time. The fact that now I'm chomping at the bit to get over this monster cold and start working out and work full days and get back into my school work and start writing again (and maybe even doing tarot readings again!) tells me that I'm through the bulk of those stresses and that I'm ready to take my life back on, with gusto. That's a huge relief.
However, the fact that I'm knocked-flat-on-my-butt-sick for the second time in six weeks tells me I probably need to be taking better care of myself. Two things that might have made this week go a bit better: figuring out how to sleep, and calling time out before I was full-blown sick. The sleep thing has always been a challenge for me in some form but I'm going to have to figure out a solution. And - I usually push myself too hard. I bet that if I'd taken the whole day off Wednesday, the rest of the week might have been more pleasant.
So, lessons learned, I suppose. It's still good to be back. And, I will start taking better care of myself.
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