|Me having a rest between puke-stops during our Sunday afternoon road trip.|
When I finally arrived home later that night, my situation had not improved. I was sick all night. I either had food poisoning or had caught some sort of 24 hour flu.
My amazing boyfriend took on the role of a caregiver like a champ. He put me to bed with some Gravol, soda crackers, flat gingerale and season three of Full House. Aside from the nauseating part, it was heavenly.
And for the rest of the week, that was that. I went into the office a little bit to help get myself out of bed and up and moving around, but aside from that, I said No to pretty much everything. I didn’t go to the gym, I didn’t visit any friends, and I didn’t even see my parents.
By day three, I looked over at Kody and said: “I think being sick is the best thing that could have happened to me, I feel so rested.”
I realize now that getting sick was my body’s way of shutting down and telling me to take a rest. I should have recognized the signs earlier, but the thing is, I love doing things with my friends and family, and always set a lot of goals for myself and have a lot things on the go, so it’s hard for me to make time for much-needed rest.
But this past week, I am so thankful my body forced me to rest. Not only did I get to spend some nice, quiet quality time with my boyfriend, but I caught up on some sleep, reading, and was able to decompress and re-focus my life a little bit.
From now on, I’m setting a day aside one day a week to do NOTHING.
“Sorry, I can’t do something tonight, I’m doing nothing.”
The people in my life are so amazing that I know not only will they be happy for me, but support me to do so. And I encourage you to do the same.