Overdone
So I thought I was doing fairly well dealing with stress for the past few weeks. I felt like I was staying pretty calm, not letting my stress get ahead of me too much--but the migraine I had yesterday said differently. *headdesk*
My day started off just wonderfully. My mom came to visit for the morning, and we went to the farmer's market (where we purchased fresh greens, radishes and goat cheese...yum) then went to a local nursery and went a little plant crazy. I bought some really gorgeous stuff to fill in my beds with. Hopefully I can get it all in the ground today. Then lunch at Ramsi's, a walk in a local park and some antiques-browsing. I started to feel sort of odd as the day progressed, with a bad headache and sensitivity to light, but I figured it was just from being outside all day.
By the time I got home before heading out for work, I was feeling noticeably crappy, and it only got worse once I got to IFOR, where I was working on the deck. Head Honcho, our GM was there, and after only two tables (I made 3 different Big Mistakes with those two tables...and one only ordered drinks) I had to go to him and ask to leave. I could barely stand to move my head, and even with sunglasses on it was like being stabbed repeatedly in the head. He was very nice, fixed my screwups and let me go home without sidework after I finished those two tables. I made about eight bucks, and I didn't care one bit.
I got home, took a 20 minute cool shower, took some drugs and went to bed with a bandana over my eyes to keep out the light and slept Forever. I love my apartment, but when even the slightest light leaking through my eyelids makes me want to cry I start to wish that we had one room in the house that I could darken during the day. Silly vaulted ceilings and skylights. My husband was wonderful, though, and laid down with me for a bit, and petted my head and back, and stayed very quiet all evening. Even my cats were worried about me--Jasper tried to sleep on top of me the whole evening, and eventually settled for spooning in front of me and purring in a soothing way. What a sweetums.
So, the lesson of the day is: Take It Easy. Yes, Self, I know you feel fine. Yes, I know that you are busy, and have a lot to get done on the weekends....if you are under stress, whether you think you feel it or not, give yourself some downtime between things to regroup, or you will end up flat on your ass in incredible pain.
Today has been much better, already, which is good since I've been called in to work an hour early to break some of the poor saps working doubles outside. I'm sure they'll make great money, but I don't think I could do that. Better men and women than I. Off to read for a bit and plant flowers before work. Later, peeps.
My day started off just wonderfully. My mom came to visit for the morning, and we went to the farmer's market (where we purchased fresh greens, radishes and goat cheese...yum) then went to a local nursery and went a little plant crazy. I bought some really gorgeous stuff to fill in my beds with. Hopefully I can get it all in the ground today. Then lunch at Ramsi's, a walk in a local park and some antiques-browsing. I started to feel sort of odd as the day progressed, with a bad headache and sensitivity to light, but I figured it was just from being outside all day.
By the time I got home before heading out for work, I was feeling noticeably crappy, and it only got worse once I got to IFOR, where I was working on the deck. Head Honcho, our GM was there, and after only two tables (I made 3 different Big Mistakes with those two tables...and one only ordered drinks) I had to go to him and ask to leave. I could barely stand to move my head, and even with sunglasses on it was like being stabbed repeatedly in the head. He was very nice, fixed my screwups and let me go home without sidework after I finished those two tables. I made about eight bucks, and I didn't care one bit.
I got home, took a 20 minute cool shower, took some drugs and went to bed with a bandana over my eyes to keep out the light and slept Forever. I love my apartment, but when even the slightest light leaking through my eyelids makes me want to cry I start to wish that we had one room in the house that I could darken during the day. Silly vaulted ceilings and skylights. My husband was wonderful, though, and laid down with me for a bit, and petted my head and back, and stayed very quiet all evening. Even my cats were worried about me--Jasper tried to sleep on top of me the whole evening, and eventually settled for spooning in front of me and purring in a soothing way. What a sweetums.
So, the lesson of the day is: Take It Easy. Yes, Self, I know you feel fine. Yes, I know that you are busy, and have a lot to get done on the weekends....if you are under stress, whether you think you feel it or not, give yourself some downtime between things to regroup, or you will end up flat on your ass in incredible pain.
Today has been much better, already, which is good since I've been called in to work an hour early to break some of the poor saps working doubles outside. I'm sure they'll make great money, but I don't think I could do that. Better men and women than I. Off to read for a bit and plant flowers before work. Later, peeps.