I was hoping that being in bed all day would cure me. Usually I just have to listen to my body. If it wants sleep, sleep will be granted. Unfortunately I woke up Monday with the same horrible feeling. I got to work and I felt like all my insides were burning up. The work day seemed to be twice as long and my body ached. At about 8:30pm I took Nyquil and by 9:30 I was in a coma and slept like a baby until 7am.
Yesterday, after work, I started to realize that 2 days of me being sick, meant the dogs were antsy, because they haven’t had as much attention, the house is a mess; dishes not done, mail spread out on the counter, popcorn left out, laundry stacking up… and although it stressed me out. I didn’t feel like I could deal with it, so I laid down. I was so antsy and wanted to get my house back in order. Nothing makes me more antsy than a messy living space. I couldn’t clean though, I needed to rest still.
So once again, I laid down. I was too antsy to sleep, but didn’t feel well enough to get up. I felt like breaking down. I was annoyed at my body. I was mad at myself for laying there. I felt like I needed to cry or go to sleep. I couldn’t figure out which one would make me feel better. I resorted to taking a short shower, wash those nasty germs away,clean my face and be alone.
When I got out, I decided I needed to pay attention to my body, because I was clearly still sick. I went and scooped ice cream for dinner, knowing it would feel good on my throat and took nyquil. In a short hour, I was snoozing away.
Good news is today I feel much better. I’m not sure what type of cold lasts 2 1/2 days, but I hated it.
On the flip side, I did feel like a more vital piece of our household, when things starter to clutter up without me functioning at 100%.
Does your house fall apart when you’re sick?
