Posted on Apr 19, 2013 in Blog |
Day before yesterday, I attended my first business-networking event in more than three years. I went to business grand opening for someone I really like. I knew some people there whom I really like. I had a good time there. They had cupcakes there.
But when I got home at 7:30 pm, I knew I had done too much for the day. I was exhausted.
And actually, when I left my office at 5:30, and couldnâ€™t find my car in our parking lot, I knew then that I was tired and probably should go straight home. But I really wanted to go. So I did.
Yesterday, I was exhausted before I even got out of bed.
Yes, fatigue is still an issue for me. However, I also have a better idea of how to handle it when it arrives.
I rest a lot.
I rest often.
I rest completely; I lie flat on my bed, head even with my heart. It is the only way I can start to feel better.
Yesterday, I came home early from work and rested.
I will rest today.
I will probably only do one or two activities this weekend (coffee with some girl friends on Saturday morning and going to our local art show; each will be only about an hour long).
Iâ€™m working next weekend at the Take Back Your Health Conference, too. So I need to plan for that. Last time I did a conference, I didnâ€™t plan. I ended up working ten days in a row and I paid the price dearly for that . . so next week, I wonâ€™t work full days every day. And I may take the Monday after the conference off.
For those of you who think this must be â€śthe life,â€ť I want to clarify here that when I am resting, I am doing nothing else. I donâ€™t have the bandwidth to watch a movie or read a book. I donâ€™t have the energy to knit or needlepoint. I rest. Itâ€™s not fun. And oddly enough, itâ€™s not easy; because I really would prefer to be doing something. Anything other than resting!
But this is a necessary step in healing. I have figured that out the hard way. So now I accept it and know itâ€™s just part of the deal I have to accept if I want to continue healing.
When I was pregnant with Stephen, I went into pre-term labor at 29 weeks and was ordered on strict bedrest for ten weeks. I remember my frustration level building because again, I wasnâ€™t â€śdoingâ€ť anything. I was on Turbutaline, the drug that prevents the contractions from continuing; but itâ€™s also called the drug from hell because it makes the patient jittery, shaky, etc. Again, I couldnâ€™t read, watch a movie, knit, or needlepoint. I could just sit.
A friend called me during that ordered bedrest and said, â€śToday, you are working. You are helping to grow a baby inside. Today, you are making fingernails.â€ť Another day, she would call and say, â€śYou are helping the eyes develop today.â€ť
So, Lymies, today, you are working. You are killing bacteria. You are healing. You are building healthy cells. Keep resting. Keep healing.