You know when you have a lot of stuff going on... and you have to push through it no matter how tired or worn out you are... and then you stop for a second, and get a wicked cold?
Yeah. Thanks, body. Thanks for that.
I took a mental health day off on Tuesday. I mean, I did have 8 hours of comp time left over from the big project that took over my life last month (which paid off, BTW) so I decided that since I haven't had a day off in a month (I. hate. Saturday. morning. meetings.) Tuesday was perfect.
Gzilla woke me up because he forgot that I wasn't going to work, but I still managed to go back to sleep at wake up at 10:30!!! I was super excited. But then I swallowed, and it felt like daggers. And then I started sneezing. And now I'm sick.
My body used to do this all the time when I was in theatre. I'd be healthy the entire time during rehearsal, during the run of the show, and then immediately following strike (taking the set/costumes/lights apart) I'd contract the plague. I know it's my body's way of telling me to slow down, but I don't wanna! That's not how I function!
And I have so much to do this weekend! I have fun dinner Friday night with new knitting friends, and on Saturday I have fun baby showerlike outings with my friend from work!! AND Saturday morning after my final 8am meeting, I'm supposed to play volleyball for charity. I don't have time for this.