I didn’t feel quite right when I woke up, but I had a “To Do” list that was heavier than the increased throbbing of my head.
I hustled through my shower and scurried my two dogs to the groomer. I met a friend for a quick breakfast and then my plan included grocery shopping, blog writing, cleaning out a closet… the list went on.
My husband would be returning from a trip just in time to make our dinner reservations. It was a busy day.
But none of that happened.
My stomach immediately began swirling after breakfast and my body quickly began a downward spiral.
I am not one to get sick.
I NEVER get sick.
Well, more accurately, I NEVER allow myself the time to be sick. Typically I push through days like this ignoring the discomfort of a headache or a cold. Rarely do I ever admit that I don’t feel well.
I decided I would go back home and lay down for an hour and then I would be fine and right back into my list.
I called my husband and told him my plan. He said,
“Why put an hour limit on it…
just go back to bed until you feel better.”
It was a head game for a while with that voice telling me,
you don’t feel that bad,
you have things to do,
people depending on you..
get up ….GET UP!
The concept of actually allowing myself time to heal was foreign to me, but as the hour turned into two and my body was continuing into a dark circle of ugliness I conceded.
I was going to do it this time.
I was going to sink into the safety of my bed allowing my body to heal instead of pushing it as if it wasn’t important enough to take care of..as if "I" wasn’t important enough to take care of.
My husband called and said he was coming home early to pick up the dogs, cancel the dinner reservation and take care of everything. The urge to argue was muffled by my meek, “ok.”
I needed help.
My head sunk further into the comfort of my pillow and my body deepened into the cocoon of my bed. I allowed myself to rest.
After 7 hours I attempted hot tea, a piece of toast and juice.
Then it was back to my bed for 12 hours.
As the sun came up on day two I moved to the couch. The concept of being vertical was not yet in my body’s plan.
Although I encourage others to practice self-care, sometimes I am not very good at it myself. After 48 hours of blurred memories are behind me one concept became very clear.
It is ok to ask for help.
It is ok to be sick.
It is ok to allow your body time to rest, restore and heal.
I am important enough to be taken care of. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pennie Life Lesson:
“Listen to your body. Allow yourself time to rest, restore and heal.”
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