How many times have I heard those words. Too many to count, to be sure, and each time I hear them, they seem to ring more and more true. And somehow...I don't listen. Or rarerly do, anyway.
Today is one of the days I did. Coming home from work last night, I was in more pain than I cared to admit to. Yeah, I know, whine, whine. But I did it. I went to work. Made it through the entire day. And by the time I got home, I felt terrible. Don't know if it's a fibro flareup, a cold coming on too hard, or just general achiness...but regardless, I didn't feel like I could make it to work today. I knew if I didn't rest it was only going to get worse.
So I did it. I called out. Did I get anything done? Did I tackle the mountain of housework that I could have done instead? No. I accomplished absolutely nothing, and at this point in time I'm proud of that fact. I slept. Slept most of the day. At some point I think I might have heard someone knocking on the door, but I didn't bother to answer. It was probably just the elderly neighbor anyway with gossip about who in the neighborhood was doing what, and I'd wind up standing in my front door for 20 minutes hoping that she'd leave (if I let her IN the door, it's an hour, easy.) So, I avoided that.
Do I feel any better? I'm not sure. I'm going to go have some tea in a little bit, and once I get my imp to bed, I'll probably settle in and watch some Forever Knight. Depends on my mood. All in all, though, I really can say that it's helpful to listen to your body. (Now, go ahead and add that to the number of times someone has said that to you, only DO it this time.)
Today is one of the days I did. Coming home from work last night, I was in more pain than I cared to admit to. Yeah, I know, whine, whine. But I did it. I went to work. Made it through the entire day. And by the time I got home, I felt terrible. Don't know if it's a fibro flareup, a cold coming on too hard, or just general achiness...but regardless, I didn't feel like I could make it to work today. I knew if I didn't rest it was only going to get worse.
So I did it. I called out. Did I get anything done? Did I tackle the mountain of housework that I could have done instead? No. I accomplished absolutely nothing, and at this point in time I'm proud of that fact. I slept. Slept most of the day. At some point I think I might have heard someone knocking on the door, but I didn't bother to answer. It was probably just the elderly neighbor anyway with gossip about who in the neighborhood was doing what, and I'd wind up standing in my front door for 20 minutes hoping that she'd leave (if I let her IN the door, it's an hour, easy.) So, I avoided that.
Do I feel any better? I'm not sure. I'm going to go have some tea in a little bit, and once I get my imp to bed, I'll probably settle in and watch some Forever Knight. Depends on my mood. All in all, though, I really can say that it's helpful to listen to your body. (Now, go ahead and add that to the number of times someone has said that to you, only DO it this time.)