I’ve been feeling a little run down for the past week or so – I figured it was my asthma rearing its ugly head as it does every season change. I upped my medication, dealt with it and kept on moving and grooving. My body did not like that.
Last night, my body was aching and sore. I put it down to my new-found fascination with running and thought “okay, rest day tomorrow”. Little did I know my body had more than a rest day in mind.
So I got into bed around 10:30 or so – feeling wiped and thinking that I’d get a good night’s sleep. Nope. I was freezing cold – had to layer on my sheet, my duvee, track pants, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt and I was still cold. I tossed and turned for about 2 hours before I got up and took some cold and flu meds. Then proceeded to get hot – stripped off all the above. Then I was cold. Then hot. Can you see where this is going?
In my delirium, I was convinced that today was March 30 and I was a week behind on my work. So my mind was racing. Obviously, I couldn’t go into work but I didn’t have my work with me. Who could send it to me? Could anyone else do it? Did I know where it was? OMG, I’m going to get fired. So, again, no sleep.
I got up at 4am to email a few people and get it all off my mind and that’s when I realised that it was only March 23. I was fine. So I got back into bed around 4:45 and had the best 1:15 hours of sleep of the night. Then I got up, felt like shit, showered, couldn’t eat, and stumbled to the bus. I made it 3/4 of the way to work, concentrating on not throwing up and falling over. That’s when I thought “you idiot. Go home”. So I did. I got off the bus, crossed the road and got on the bus going the other way.
I spent the day sleeping mainly. Feeling a bit better but still like shit. And this is when I wish I lived at home. MOM! Living by yourself when sick really sucks.
So body, you got yourself your rest day. I got no more rest days in the future – this better be enough!