...she was recovering from what seemed to be a sudden attack of a flu. (It's telling that when I'm trying to type this, I'm coming up with "glu" and "clu" and the like. Did I mention I'm an obscenely fast typist who spends half her time backspacing and correcting? LOL!)
Subsequently, I spent most of last week Taking It Easy. This is not a normal activity for me, and it especially hasn't been a normal form of activity since last summer, when I began writing for Stylish Eve. In fact, I hold that activity largely responsible for the fact that my body at last decided it was THROUGH. As in finished. As in enough is enough.
Truth to tell, I've been overworking it for some time. And that, boys and girls, is why we get sick days: they're God's way of telling us we've been neglecting ourselves.
I've developed the habit of pushing to get work done, sometimes literally pushing through exhaustion to finish a post or two or three that are the last ones of a batch...and then, because I'm overtired, not being able to get decent sleep when I finally do go to bed.
I've also been disgusted over the past year by the fact that I've put on weight. Yes, living in the country...with a new, healthier atmosphere...an outdoor lifestyle...and what have I done? Put on weight. I was already too heavy, and now I'm struggling to get back in the clothes that DO fit. Or did fit much better before, that's for sure. To achieve that end, I bought one of those weight-loss herbal supplements. Has everything touted to help the cause...
...suffice to say that there have been several health concerns I've had of late, frustrating little stuff that just gets in the way rather than being truly troublesome--at least if you tell yourself so. I suspect that, too, was deceptive. The telling myself so, not the health concerns.
So here I am, 1o pounds fatter than when I moved here, working myself to a frazzle, losing my hair (oh, did I forget to mention that?), and still strugging to pay the bills. Matter of fact, with most of the bills, it's merely a struggle to juggle which gets paid what part of from one month to the next. What we owe is frightening right now, considering what we have coming in. And it's not getting any better, because...
...periodically my main clients have the habit of vanishing. For days, or more, at a time. This means no communication, no assignments, and, of course, no money--with no reasons given and no advance warning.
Disgusted? Yep. I'm there. So I guess since I'm sick and tired, my body realized it, too, was sick and tired...and flattened me.
How to solve this?
I'm working on it. But one thing that has to go is the notion that I can work past exhaustion for months on end. I know that. I always knew that...I just wanted to ignore it.
So this is why you get a sick day.
What you do about it is what's important.
What I did about it was spend an entire week doing approximately half to less than a third of what I'd normally do around the house and around the office. For the first two days, I did a lot of bed rest. When I finally did get up, I made myself go half-speed. (Actually, that wasn't hard. I still only FELT half-speed.)
And I think I've discovered what normal people feel like again now. You know...people who leave work at work and sign OUT when they're tired.
The only dilemma then becomes how to make the income rise so I can not WORRY and/or constantly have to keep barricading the door against the wolf outside.
More to come...