The last few weeks have been filled with little things that have made life a lot harder to deal with. Nothing major has happened (thankfully) but it has worn me out quite a bit. Yesterday was the proof (as if I needed any) that I need to slow down and take better care of myself.
I have a cold.
For me, catching a cold is the biggest neon sign of all that I have been working myself too hard and not spending enough of my time focused on my own heath and wellness. Why you may ask? Because I don't get sick.
Between the Fibromyalgia, Eating Disorder, and PTSD I'm not exactly what you could call healthy, but things like the common cold and stomach bugs always pass me by... unless I'm stressed. I don't mean "I'm having a bad day" stress, or "I'm moving next weekend" stress. I mean the never ending, all consuming, "please for the love of all that is holy make this stop" stress.The kind that makes you cry when you see that you are out of milk.
That has been this month for me.
So now I'm sick, and if I want it to go away some time in the next month, I had better stop what I'm doing and whip up some chicken soup. Time to put my focus back where it belongs.