I’m blogging from my bed today as my body has given up telling me quietly to rest and has now taken to yelling at me. My back is sore, my brain is tired and my body is exhausted. Last night I was in bed by 8pm and asleep by 8:15. I woke up briefly this morning at 6:30 to let my boss know that I was taking a sick day and promptly slept for another couple of hours, taking the total to 12 hours of sleep. Then I slept some more. I may even nap shortly.
Either I’ve turned into a child again or I’m sick. Since Freaky Friday is fictional, I’m going to go with being sick. This does not surprise me.
On Sunday night, I could not get warm at all. I ended up sleeping with a hoodie on. I spent Monday at work feeling icy cold to my bones and walking around with my scarf on like a pashmina. FYI, my scarf is nothing like a pashmina so I looked like an idiot.
Again, this does not surprise me because I suck as relaxing. Even when I’m procrastinating writing my thesis, I’m productive. I spent the weekend writing and cooking and filling the freezer. That was supposedly a relaxing weekend because I didn’t do much socialising. But I didn’t exactly rest. I did laundry and cleaned the bathroom. I went grocery shopping. I did not rest. I did not relax. I did not really give my body time off.
And so here I am. Exhausted even after sleeping for 12+ hours. Sore and achy. Trapped in my apartment because my father has borrowed my car and it’s ridiculously windy outside anyway. Yes, I’m sitting here feeling crappy (albeit better than yesterday) and I’m thinking of going to the gym or going out to buy my brother’s birthday present because otherwise I’M WASTING TIME. But instead, I will sit here and read and maybe nap and hopefully my body will get what it needs and let me feel human again soon.