Famous last words, right? Well, these words bit me in the butt this week.
Apparently I am a lot better at taking care of other people than taking care of myself. It's also abundantly clear that I am great at telling others to take care of themselves, but I do not heed my own advice.
I have been battling "the crud" for almost four weeks now. At some point you would think that I would slow down, take it easy, rest...um, take care of myself. Not so. I pushed through continuing on with my normal routine of work, kids, family, running, working out and ran myself right into the ground.
It all came to a head this Thursday when my sinuses turned into Niagara Falls--I became the human Maid of the Midst, minus anything fun! Friday was miserable, my colleagues can attest to this. I had a vaporizer on my desk along with a nice sampling from the medicine cabinet, hell bent on making it through the day. Well, I made it through the day...and guess what? I didn't get a gold star for doing it. Instead I struggled to stay awake on my drive home and when I made it home I said "hello" and "goodbye" to my family. I disappeared to my bedroom for the next 14 hours. I went into a coma. The first part of which was in my vapor bath...I fell asleep. I must say that's a first. I slept for 14 hours and much of Saturday. I was amazed at how exhausted I was.
Equally, I am amazed at how healing the rest was.
The moral of the story here, is I am going to start practicing what I preach. And, to all of you who I have lectured on taking care of yourselves...that is good advice. Now I'm going to follow it.
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