Yesterday, I didn't hear my 4:15am alarm. Sure, that seems like a smart move. I woke up after 5am. Couldn't lift my head off of the pillow. Woke up again at 7:20. Mind you, I have a slew of "safety alarms" that must have gone off, that I must have snoozed. Never heard them. I gave up. Cancelled my daytime plans with very groggy texts. Not like me at ALL.
I was in and out of a weird daze, until about 3pm. Really? Yes. Was I drugged? No.
Hubby was very, very sick. A while back, he had an MRI because he had migranes that made him puke. He's also not a canceler, but he did. He had some cold, or, as we thought, allergy symptoms as well. I had the same for the past few days. Sneezing, sniffles, coughing... in fact, in my daze, I found a cup of ice cold throat coat tea by the bed. I'm sure it was steaming hot at some point.
This scares me, yet I know it's probably just super charged exhaustion and stress. It has been a CRAZY month or more for both of us. I think my body learned to shut me down early and forcefully. Do you believe that cancer is caused or helped along with stress? I do. Absolutely. Whatever starts it, if your stress is through the roof, or exhaustion, it is allowed to grow and prosper and take over your world, which is your body, of course!
So, instead of trying to fight (which, quite honestly, would be impossible given that I could barely get up to use the restroom), I went.
I did make a nice dinner, simple and pretty clean. Went to bed and watched a few movies, as I didn't want to wake at 2am and be Cornholio'd!!!
This morning I started waking up at 4. Still a bit foggy and groggy, but the worst has passed. Forced myself to chill until 8. Been doing my kombucha making, had a nice bulletproof coffee, and am now thinking, in this horrible thunderstorm (and yes, I missed the most perfect day yesterday - and anyone who knows me, knows that it ONLY if I'm deathly ill!) I should get to the gym. May wait for hubby to arise, so he can make sure I don't die while there. Safety first!
We'll see. Our anniversary is next week - no real plans but we need a fancy dinner.As long as I can get rid of whatever is trying to kill me from the inside! Yes. Think positively. I got the rest I needed, and I can take it easy until I'm myself again.
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