I did too much at the wrong time. I knew I was starting to come down with something, but the weather was so lovely and I had things to do … so I did too much.
Last night I got home exhausted but kept on doing things. I didn’t dive into bed like I should have. Instead, I did a bit of (necessary) adulting correspondence, some crocheting, and actively watched some TV. Then I napped on the couch, which never quite equates to ‘restful sleep’.
As a result, today I feel rather like death warmed up and chucked through the flu. My workmate took one look at me and said “you look terrible, go home” so, at just past 10.30, that’s exactly what I did.
Now I’m going to lie in bed with the windows open just a bit to let in the wonderful fresh air, I’m going to put Forensic Files on, and I’m going to sleep. Hopefully one (or many) of the furry horde will join me in bed and I’ll have a cuddle buddy (or two). But it’s a timely reminder to pay attention to what my body is saying, and to really pay attention when I feel like I’m coming down with something.
Always take care of yourself, even if it means not ‘making the most’ of a sunny weekend. You can always make the most of a sunny weekend by napping. You don’t have to go out and do what other people say you should do.